Hey guys! So this is my first attempt at a Supernatural fanfiction, and i'm don't quite know where this takes place in the show... Yeah... So here I go!
I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR ISABEL
(Sam's POV)
I looked up from his computer, "Dean, come check this out."
"What Sammy?"
"I think I found a case, 12 year old girl dies in basement, not suicide, and the body's gone. Goes down to get something, doesn't come up, worst part is, she was packed full of demon knowledge."
"Should we go check it out?"
"I think we should, maybe see exactly how much she knew about it."
"Then let's go."
(Isabel's POV)
I pulled up into the driveway of that girl's house, I slowly turned down the Green Day music and got out of my car.
This dead girl could've become a hunter, she could've saved people, instead, the got her before she could.
I went up and knocked on the door, my fake ID ready.
A middle aged woman answered the door, "Hello." she said, her eyes were red from crying.
I snapped back to the real world, "Hello, Abbie Jones, i'm with the FBI, i'm here about your daughter's... death."
This woman was strong, holding back tears, "I don't think the FBI would deal with this kind of stuff, though."
"We...expanded our cases, we cover almost everything now."
"Well, okay, i'll show you to the basement."
I followed her through the house, looking around.
"So, can you recap what happend yesterday?"
"Well," she stuttered, "I sent my daughter down to get a box of fish sticks from the basement freezer, she started yelling that there was something down there, and then I yelled at her, and then she was... gone."
Tears started running down her face, "I promise we'll find out what happened, so what kind of stuff did she say was in the basement?"
The woman smiled, still crying, "Demons, and ghosts, she spent most of her free time warding them off, always carrying salt into the basement with her, sometimes I can still hear her saying that she found prints in her flour trail."
"She sounds like she had a really good imagination."
"Of course she did," she paused, "Here's the basement."
"Thank you." I said, closing the door behind me, and walking down the creaky, wooden stairs.
And then the door opened and I heard someone else talking.