Hidden In Plain Sight||Supernatural

||supernatural fanfiction||
Jazzy Luis has been dead for 15 years.
That's right, you heard me. Dead. Not emotionally. D E A D. Stone cold actual dead. And yet she's still there, but only just. With barely what anyone would call a life (as she's not actually alive) she wanders the old worn down hotel, helping strangers in simple ways because that's all she can do.
Until, of course, she meet Sam and Dean. The hunters.
The ones who kill ghosts for a living.
And the ones who decide to spare her.


3. Cherry Pie

"Hey Sammy!" Dean shouted, a grin spreading across his face as he went around the corner.

"Thanks for the pie!" He said, raising a cherry pie so he could see. Sam looked I'm from his typing.

"Um... Dean, I didn't get you any pie." Sam said, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"What do you mean you didn't get me any pie, it's right here." Dean said sarcastically.

"Really, I didn't... I didn't get you any pie." Sam said slowly. Dean looked at it with longing in his eyes.

"Don't eat it." Sam said.

"Dude, I'm not stupid." He scoffed at him, setting it on the counter and sitting down in a chair near the window.

"Trickster?" He asked after a minute. Sam's shoulders lifted and then fell.

"That's what I thought at first, but someone died a little while ago here. Might be a haunting." Sam said, nudging the screen toward him so he could see.

"What kind of ghost brings pie?" He asked, looking disbelieving.

"I don't know." Sam admitted.

I leaned against the side of the wall and listened to them talk. I froze up at the mention of ghost. So they knew about this?

"Maybe it's poisoned?" The one named Sam spoke up. I fought back an annoyed sigh. Of course it wasn't poisoned. The one named Dean shrugged and looked back at it.

"Maybe it is," He said. "Cas'll look at it."

With a flash someone appeared before them, his trench coat hanging from his shoulders and his face unreadable. I gave a slight gasp and his eyes grazed over me.

"You called?" He asked Dean, his eyes training on him again and I was gratefully.

"Poison check." He said, pointing to the still warm pie sitting on the counter. I almost scoffed. I had made that myself, thank you very much-

"No. No poison." The man said.

"Thanks Cas." Sam said, his eyes turning back to the computer.

"There is another life in this room." Cas stated, his eyes on me. My heart thudded in my ears. I may be dead but it sure was thumping. I quickly backed up and through the wall, my breathing rapid. No, no. They knew about me but they could not find out that I was still here.

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