Supernatural: Reincarnated into the Hunt

The group ended up at a fancy restaurant in town, well the best one which the town could offer.

Dean complained about how expensive the food was at first, but once his plate was full, he stopped complaining and quietly devourerd his meal. After eating, they went back to the motel, where Sam and Dean already had their rooms. Ash and James decided to stick around for the day and got the rooms next to them, planning to rest and regroup before moving on.

Later that evening, Ash and Dean went to the motel's small bar. They shared drinks and traded stories about their hunts. Meanwhile, Sam and James stayed in their room. Sam, always focused on research, explained the types of ghosts they might come across—vengeful spirits, death omens, poltergeists, and cursed souls.

He told James about where these ghosts come from in folklore and how to get rid of them using salt, iron, holy water, or burning their remains. James listened carefully, trying to learn as much as he could. Even though the topic was serious, the conversation felt oddly normal, and James was glad to learn from someone with so much experience.

That night, they all met up again for dinner at another fancy restaurant, with James paying for the meal again. Dean, just as Sam had warned, ate almost half the menu, while Ash challenged him to a drinking contest.

By the time the group got back to the motel, after having dinner it was close to midnight.

The long hunt had finally caught up with Dean and Ash, who both fell asleep almost immediately. Ash mumbled something about needing "twelve solid hours," and Dean barely made it to his bed before passing out, still in his clothes.

Sam and James, however, stayed awake, sitting on the old wooden chairs, outside the motel. Both of them held beers, enjoying the quiet.

James stretched one leg out and stared at the moonlit road. His mind, however, was far from calm. He kept thinking about what would happen next—what little he knew of was coming.

Taking a sip of his beer, he leaned back and let his thoughts run wild. He remembered pieces of Supernatural's first season—major events that stood out even though the details were fuzzy. After the Wendigo case, there would be a case about deaths due to drowning caused by a ghost. Sam and Dean would stop it and save the upcoming deaths.

But soon something bigger would happen—Sam's visions. James couldn't remember each and every episode, but he remembered Sam starting to have premonitions he couldn't control. Those visions connected him to others like him—people with strange abilities, all tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon. That demon was the real problem. James knew it was only a matter of time before Sam and Dean faced it.

James remembered that later in the season, John Winchester would be possessed by the demon. Sam and Dean would fight, but they wouldn't be able to kill it...as they would have to kill their father. The demon would then escape, leaving all three Winchesters badly hurt. The season would end with a car accident, caused by the yellow eyed bast*rd.

Dean had already been in bad shape before that crash. James remembered that much. And even though he hadn't seen the second season, he was sure Dean wouldn't die—Dean was one of the main characters, after all. But there was always a price.

James' hand tightened around his beer bottle, his jaw clenching. He couldn't let it happen—not for Dean or John, but for Sam. Losing John or Dean or seeing them so close to death—it would break Sam, even if he didn't show it. James wouldn't let his friend go through that again.

And the yellow eyed b*tch… James wanted to kill him. He wanted to know where the hell he took his mother, why he killed his Dad and then make him pay for everything he had done. And for that he would do whatever it took.

But it wasn't that simple. James didn't remember every detail of the first season, and his presence here was already changing things. Every choice he made could have consequences—ripples that might change the story in ways he couldn't predict. He had to be careful. Acting recklessly could make everything worse.

"You're quiet," Sam said, breaking James' thoughts. "You okay?"

James forced a small smile and nodded. "Yeah. Just tired."

Sam looked at him for a moment, as if trying to figure out if something was wrong, but didn't push. Instead, he leaned back and stared at the stars. "Days like this… they remind me why we do this," Sam said softly. "Saving Tommy, helping Haley and Ben… it's worth it, you know?"

James' expression softened as he looked at him. "Yeah," he said quietly. "It is."

They sat in silence for a while longer, their beers slowly warming in their hands.

The quiet seemed to settle in deeper as James noticed how still Sam was, staring up at the stars. He could tell there was something on his mind and James couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"So, how you doing, Sammy?" James asked, trying to keep it casual. He leaned back in his chair, his beer bottle in hand.

Sam didn't answer immediately, and James just waited. He could tell Sam was working up to saying something, but he wasn't sure what. After what felt like forever, Sam sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair.

"Not good," Sam muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

After another long pause, Sam spoke again, voice low and hesitant. "You know, before Jessica... before she died... a few days ago... I had a dream. More like a vision, I guess."

James raised an eyebrow, acting surprised by it.

"I saw her. Saw her die. But I didn't think much of it. Thought it was just some messed-up dream," Sam continued, looking down at his hands like he was ashamed. "I just... I ignored it. Figured it was nothing. Just my brain screwing with me. Guilt trip, you know?"

"I should've listened, man," Sam continued, his voice breaking. "I just let it slide... and now she's gone."

James shifted in his seat, his beer forgotten in his hand.

"Sam," he said quietly, "You can't blame yourself for this. No one could've known that would happen."

Sam shook his head, his face tight with frustration. "I should've, though."

James let out a small sigh, running a hand through his own hair. "Dude, you're not some kind of psychic superhero. That was your first vision right?... So how the hell would you have known that this wasn't just some crazy dream and Jessica would really die?"

James set his beer bottle down on the ground, his hands going to his knees. "Look, you're beating yourself up over something you couldn't control. You didn't cause this. You loved her. You're still here, still fighting. And you can't change the past. None of us can."

"I just... I just wish I could've done more. Saved her, you know?" Sam finally spoke again, quieter this time.

James nodded, feeling the weight of Sam's words. "Yeah, man. I get it. We all wish we could turn back time. But that's not how it works."

Sam exhaled slowly, like the air was getting heavy in his chest. James wasn't sure if he believed him yet, but he could tell Sam was trying.

"I just don't want to mess it up again," Sam said, his voice cracking. "I can't lose anyone else like that."

James clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "You didn't mess anything up and you won't. You've got us. We're not going anywhere."

Sam gave him a small, tired smile. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

They stayed outside for a little while longer, finishing their beers in a comfortable silence.

After a while, Sam stretched and let out a quiet sigh. "I guess I should get some sleep," he said, his voice soft but with a hint of exhaustion.

James nodded, getting up from his chair. "Yeah, me too," he said, his mind still swirling from their conversation. As they walked back to their rooms, the silence between them felt comfortable, like two friends who didn't need to talk to know the other was there.

Once inside his room, James quickly got ready for bed and eventually, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, James was jolted awake by Ash's shouting.

Ash was clearly annoyed. "Ellen called. She said we need to head to the bar. So just get up man....I am been trying to wake you for hours now."

James groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Hours? Really?" he muttered, trying to shake off the sleep.

Ash spoke. "You really shouldn't put your phone on silent, man. Ellen's pissed at you, you know. She thought something bad had happened to you."

James grumbled and rolled over to his jacket. "Sorry, force of habit. You did tell her that I was okay right?," he asked as he dug through his pockets for his phone. When he finally pulled it out, he noticed a few missed calls from both Ellen and Caleb.

"Great," he muttered, dialing Caleb's number.

"Where the hell were you, kid?" Caleb's gruff voice answered on the other end. "A hunter should always keep their phone on them."

James rolled his eyes and plopped back down on the bed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Why'd you call?"

Caleb didn't waste any time. "Your IDs are ready. Come pick them up."

James rubbed his forehead, annoyed. "Didn't you say you did home deliveries?"

"Not this time," Caleb replied curtly. "I'm busy. Just come get 'em."

He hung up and glanced over at Ash. "Looks like we're headed to Caleb's to grab the IDs," James said.

Ash nodded, stretching his arms above his head. "Oh, and by the way, Ellen's got a case for us too. Just now." He shot James a grin. "Busy day ahead, huh?"

James sighed dramatically. "Guess we'll have to split up with the brothers," he said, rubbing his eyes. "But hey, we'll meet up soon enough, right?"

Before Ash could respond, the door creaked open, and in walked Sam and Dean, already dressed and ready to go. Sam wasted no time.

"Alright, we've got a new case—a series of drowning deaths," Sam said, already glancing at his watch. "We need to leave now."

Ash stretched his arms. "Ugh, we've got another case too," he said. "Just now."

The group exchanged quick glances, and Sam gave a small nod. "Alright, be safe," he said, looking at James and Ash. "We'll catch up later."

Dean slapped Ash on the back. "Don't get too drunk this time," he smiled

"Yeah, yeah," Ash grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I'll try to keep it together."

James gave a small wave. "Good luck with the case, guys. We'll meet up once we're done."

With that, the two groups split off, each heading in their separate directions. Sam and Dean piled into the Impala, while James and Ash headed toward Caleb's to grab the IDs before getting started on their own hunt. The quiet goodbye lingered in the air for a moment before they all went their separate ways, the weight of their jobs and the road ahead keeping them all focused on the tasks at hand.

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A few minutes later, James and Ash were on the road. The Impala was nowhere in sight, and Ash was driving, tapping his fingers against the wheel. James sat slouched in the passenger seat, staring out the window.

The low hum of a cassette player filled the car, a scratchy tune looping faintly in the background. Ash sighed.

"Man, change this already. It's like torture on repeat."

James laughed, pulling out the cassette and flipping it over. "Fine. Side B it is."

After the tape clicked back in, Careless Whisper began playing, and Ash cheered dramatically. "Hell yeah. Classy."

James chuckled, shaking his head. The lighthearted moment faded when Ash moved to overtake a slow-moving van. Ahead of them now was a large logging truck, the kind with towering logs strapped tightly by thick steel cables.

James' stomach turned. The sight pulled an unsettling memory from his old life of the movie—Final Destination 2. Splintering cables, logs smashing windshields, sudden deaths. His pulse quickened.

"Dude," James said quickly, his voice tight, "get out from behind that truck."

Ash frowned and glanced at him. "What? It's just a truck."

"I'm serious," James said firmly. "Pass it now."

Ash gave him a confused look but didn't argue.

"Alright, chill out," he muttered, pressing the gas to overtake the truck.

Ash pressed the gas, guiding their Camaro to overtake the truck. The moment they started passing, a sharp snap cracked through the air like a whip.

One of the steel cables holding the logs broke, and a huge log flew sideways off the truck. It didn't just fall—it rolled and bounced with massive force, smashing onto the road behind them. Each bounce sent it spinning in a dangerous and unpredictable way.

"Shit!" Ash shouted, gripping the wheel and swerving to dodge the log.

The Camaro swerved sharply as the log bounced again, clipping the edge of their rear bumper. The impact sent the car sliding sideways across the road.

James thrust his hand out instinctively as he used his ability 'Essence Guard'.

An invisible barrier flared around the car just as another log rolled free, tumbling off the truck like a giant battering ram. It struck the shield head-on, the sound of impact deafening. The shield held for a second—just a second—before spiderweb cracks spread across its surface and it shattered with a sharp, crystalline explosion.

The log slammed into the car's side, caving in the rear passenger door. The impact spun the Camaro uncontrollably.

"Hold on!" Ash shouted.

The tires screeched as the car slid off the road and into the grassy ditch. The drop jolted James hard against his seatbelt, and the car groaned as it buckled under the force of the impact.

Before James could even catch his breath, another log came loose. It tumbled end over end toward them, moving like a massive wheel of destruction, fast and unstoppable.

He used his ability once again and a shimmering shield appeared around the car, but it was weak—too weak. Cracks appeared across its surface right away, unable to handle the force of the incoming log.

The shield shattered instantly in a burst of light. A moment later, the log crashed into the Camaro's roof with a loud crunch. The metal caved in like paper, crushing James against his seat.

A sickening crack came from his skull as it struck. The pain was there for just a moment before everything went black. Blood pooled beneath him, his body lifeless.

James' heart stopped. His body went still.

As the wreckage settled and dust filled the air, the soft hum of the cassette player continued, untouched by the chaos. Careless Whisper played quietly in the background, its calm tune contrasting the broken glass and twisted metal.

"Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say

We could have been so good together

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?

Please stay"

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