Chapter 1
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He looked around with tired and barely opened eyes. He heard a lot of footsteps in the other room. They were running.
'Please someone, help me' he wanted to scream out but he had not the energy. His whole body was in pain. He has pain in places that he did not even know possible. 'Please, please don't let it be them. Please let it be someone to help me,' he thought in desperation.
The door opened and he could feel the cold wind blew past him. He shivered. 'The angels have come for me,' his last thought as he saw the people wearing suits and gears with the initial LVPD. Then darkness claimed him.
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"I need medic here! This kid is alive!" Captain Jim Brass yelled ad he got down to his knees to check up on the victim. "Clear the house and the perimeter!" He shouted out orders as he propped the victim's head on his lap.
He checked the victim's vital. It was weak. And he was a mess. Bruises adorned his face and body. And the blood. The blood was everywhere. And the victim was naked. Brass cursed under his breath. He could take a shot of guessing what happened here.
Two paramedics came in with a stretcher. "He's losing blood."
One paramedic said, "We need to get him to the hospital. Here, on three. One, two, three."
And they hoisted the victim on to the stretcher and brought him to the ambulance and headed on to the hospital.
Jim Brass let out a sigh of relief that he did not even know he was holding. 'At least the kid has a chance of survival now.'
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a pile of ripped clothes that was on the floor, not far from where the victim was. Using his pen, he poked at the clothes that we obviously evidence of the case. Then he found it. A wallet.
Using the same pen, he turned it open and saw the driving license that has a face of a rather handsome young man. The face of the victim, this time minus the bruises and the tear stains.
He read the name out loud, "Samuel Winchester."
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Dean was never the one to panic. He always had the situation under control. There were nothing that he could not handle.
But not this time. This time, Dean deserved to panic. Dean deserved to be worried out of his mind. Because this time his little brother was missing.
He had looked everywhere possible but Samuel could not be found. It had been a week but still no sign of his brother. He wanted to file a missing person report but how can a dead man go to the police and file a missing person report. No, he'd have to figure this out himself. Besides, he might be dealing with something unnatural here.
But, he told himself that wasn't the case. Because if it was, then Sammy would be gone. Dead.
He needed reinforcements, but not the law enforcements. But still, something close to it.
He parked his car at the driveway of the mansion and hurried out and jogged to the front door. He knocked on the door impatiently.
No answer. He knocked again.
"Coming, coming." He heard a woman voice from behind the door.
The door opened to reveal a woman in her early thirties.
"Can I help you?" She asked with a cautious smile.
"Is there a Piper Halliwell here?" Dean asked with a nervous smile of his own.
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Ok, first chapter.
Let me know what you think. English is not my first language and I have no beta. Sorry if the language is bad.
I'd appreciate reviews. Thank you!
PurpleLavender
