Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam, I'm just borrowing them and I give them back when I 've finished Thank you for the reviews its very much appreciated GHOST TRAIN
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam, I'm just borrowing them and I give them back when I 've finished
Thank you for the reviews its very much appreciated
Bobby had called both boys on their cell phones several times, each time going straight to voice mail, he knew from the last conversation with Sam that they weren't very far away; having driven down every country road for the last two hours he finally pulled his truck up behind the impala and climbed down, his gun at the ready looking around for any signs of danger. Dean would never leave the impala abandoned on the road side he thought as he slowly walked around to the driver's side window and peered inside, it was empty. He opened the door and turned the key in the ignition, the impala's engine purred to life. Turning the engine off, Bobby removed his battered cap and scratched his head. "Where the hell are you boys?"
Pulling out his cell phone he rang Dean's phone yet again and after a few rings it went to voice mail "Hi you've reach Dean Winchester, leave a message after the tone" Bobby ended the call and shove the phone back in his pocket, he climbed back into his truck and drove down the road until he came across the rundown railroad station. Stopping he jumped down from his truck and headed towards the station. As he approached the missing person posters on the outside wall caught his eye, so he curiously started glancing through them
"What the hell" he said to himself as he saw the newest poster, the boys had only been missing a few hours
MISSING TWO BROTHERS
SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER LAST SEEN 18TH JANUARY 2007
He pulled the poster off the wall and jumped back into his truck driving into the nearby town. If you could call it that; it basically consisted of a main street. It was late evening and the only place open was the local bar. Pulling his truck up outside the bar he climbed down with the poster in his hand and entered. The bar was smoky and some god damn awful country music that Bobby detested was playing as he approached the bar
"What can I get yer?" the bartender asked
"Whiskey" Bobby replied, he watched the bartender pour him a whiskey "have you seen these young men?" showing him the poster
"Sorry can't help yer" the bartender replied without really looking at the poster
"Well can you least tell me who printed this poster and pinned it up on the station wall?" was Bobby's next question
"Ask old Jefferson over there, buy him a whiskey or two and he tell you the story of the ghost train"
"Ok give me a bottle of whiskey" Bobby replied throwing the dollar notes onto the bar.
Moving to the corner of the bar he spotted an old wiry looking guy with greying hair sat on his own. "Jefferson" Bobby asked
"Who wants to know?"
Bobby placed the poster and the bottle of whiskey on the table; he slid a clean glass across the table towards Jefferson and sat down.
"Friends of yours are they?"
"Yeah, have you seen them?" Bobby opened the whiskey bottle pouring Jefferson a drink
"Nope" Jefferson took a sip of whiskey "but I know where they are"
"Where are they?"
"On the ghost train"
"What ghost train?" this was like extracting teeth
Leaning forward Jefferson eyes lighted up "Back in 1853 the Baltimore and Ohio train used to pass thru here, it stopped at that there station just out of town. On the 18th January of that year the train was carrying wages to the mining towns and according to the legend gold but that was only a rumour. As normal it stopped here and ten US Marshal climbed aboard, they were there to protect the money and allegedly the gold. Somewhere on route the notorious Jessie Dalton gang jumped on board. The train never made it to Ohio it plunged down a hundred foot ravine above the Cheat River after it was derailed killing everyone. Of course at the time the truth was not revealed about what happened on that train and the engine driver was blamed for derailing it."
Jefferson took another sip of whiskey "and every year since the train stops at the station and young men go missing, their never seen again, they say that it's the spirit of the train driver who won't rest until someone knows the truth and his name is cleared"
Bobby remained silent for a minute, taking in what Jefferson had just told him. "How do I know you're not just making this up?"
"Come with me, there's something yer need to see" Jefferson stood up not waiting for Bobby to stand and follow him, he headed outside.
Bobby stood and followed Jefferson outside and around the corner into an alley; Jefferson stopped half way down and opened a door, he motioned for Bobby to follow him inside. When Jefferson switched on the light Bobby's eyes scanned the small room full of old newspapers and books. He watched Jefferson take a box of photographs out of a cupboard and search through it.
"Here we go this is a photograph taken of the ten US Marshal's who boarded that train; it was taken earlier that day."
Bobby looked puzzled "This is why you've brought me here, to show me an old photograph, how does that prove you not lying?"
"Look closely at it and tell me what yer see" Jefferson said handing it to Bobby
Bobby reluctantly took it and looked closely at the faded brown photograph "Jeezus, it can't be" Bobby stuttered out, he looked back up at Jefferson who was nodding his head.
"Now do yer believe me?"
The photographed showed the ten marshals' stood outside the railroad station, six of them were standing and four were kneeling in front. The last of kneeling Marshals on the right was Dean.
"Every year that photograph changes, next year a new missing person will take your friend's place in the photograph"
Dean followed Marshal McKay down the corridor of the car; out into a caboose freight car, thru that into another, where he found at least another five Marshals and then he saw why, Dean's eye balls nearly popped out of their sockets, they were guarding bars of gold. Dean thought about what he could do with just one bar. A trip to the casinos in Vegas, as much pie he could eat washed down with good quality whiskey. Then he was brought back to reality with a poke in the ribs by Marshal McKay "Hey Winchester kid, are you listening?"
"Yeah" and then he added "What?" because he hadn't heard a word McKay had said to him
"You and Saunders here are taking the first shift" Marshal McKay repeated himself.
"OK, gotcha" Dean replied
Sam moved on down the coach car punching tickets talking to the passengers, eyeing everyone looking for anything or anyone suspicious, so far everything looked normal; they were just typical business men; married couples and few single men probably looking for work. Something or someone made this train crash and they had to find out quickly or it would happen again only this time they were on it. One of the passengers who look like a businessman was reading a newspaper, the main story on the front page read
NEWLY ELECTED PRESIDENT FRANKLIN PIERCE'S 11 YEAR OLD SON KILLED
Sam leaded closer and saw the date on the newspaper, 18th January 1853. Continuing on he came to a priest and two nuns "Where are you heading?"
"Wherever the good lord takes us, spreading the faith" the priest replied smiling
Sam smiled back and moved on; he truly wanted to believe in God. It was hard for him to believe that all these people were ghosts. If, no not if he corrected himself when he and Dean stopped this train from crashing, these people would still be dead, there was no hope for them; but at least they would be a rest.
Jessie Dalton sat on the back seat of the coach car pretending to be asleep, his hat stilted shading the top part of his face, he watched the tall young train guard wonder down the car punching tickets and talking to the passengers he weighed him up; he was well built, he probably could handle himself in a fight. The bank clerk had told him before he shot him in the head, that the train was carry gold as well as large amounts of money and a man with a gun in his face never lie. So far he had only seen only one Marshal and he was now positioned on the observation platform but there had to be more, at the thought of them he rubbed his hand down his gun strapped in its holster on his leg. His younger brother Tommy sat next to him chewing tobacco, his eyes were set on the two nuns sat with the priest, licking his lips suggestively. Jessie shot a warning look at his brother as Sam approached
"Tickets please" Sam asked "Where're you heading?"
Jessie handed him their tickets "were looking for work in the mines"
Sam had come to the end of the coach car, he noticed Marshal Bennett stood on the observation platform with his rifle resting on his arm; Sam turned and made his way back up the car
Tommy watched Sam move back up the car as he spat out some tobacco juice "Jessie when does the fun start? I've gotta have me some fun" he said grabbing hold of his crotch.
"When the boys get here and then not until I say"
As Sam left the car another Marshal with shoulder length dark blonde hair and a goatee beard walked in, he strode down the carriage smoking his cigar with an air of confidence, Marshal Bennett left his post and met him half way down the car "Everything alright?" the Marshal asked Bennett
"It quiet too quiet" Marshal Bennett replied
"Keep a sharp look out"
"Sure Scott" Bennett went back to his post and Marshall Scott walked back up the car
Jessie overhead the conversation, so this arrogant man was none other than Marshal Patrick Scott, he had reputation as being a hard no nonsense man, even though he was in his mid to late thirties he had killed over twenty outlaws and prided himself on always getting his man. Not this time Jessie thought to himself if it was the last thing he did he intended to kill every lawman on this train.