30 Days, a supernatural fanfic

Thanks for reading my first story with the help of my friend Emmy

Here is Chapter One of 30 Days

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Dean's POV (Day 1):

I rush out of my 67' Impala, without cutting the engine, to see my brothers stand before me. I look around to see headstones, what a pleasant place to find you brother is being possessed by Lucifer? I immediately dart out to Sam and Michael to see that they are holding the three rings that carry the fate of the Apocalypse.

"Sammy, don't do this!" I shout as I run to my brother, but I know it's too late; the rings have been connected and the Apocalypse has started.

A giant hole appears, the entrance to the underworld is within a foot from us.

"Dean I got this!" Says Michael with a smirk,

"No, you don't," I reply as I walk up behind Sam,

"Dean, move…" Michael says quietly

"No,"

"Dean, move!"

"No! I'm not letting you hurt my brother!" I shout back twice as loud,

Before I knew it, a great force was upon me, and Sam and I were falling into darkness. That's when I knew Michael had pushed us into the underworld, I fell hard head first into the Devil's layer, sending me into a deep sleep. As my eyelids shut slowly, I hear the faint chuckle of Michael who was still safe on earth. For what I believed to be 3 hours later, I wake up from when I passed out. I slowly sit up and look around, it wasn't a dream, and I was still in the underworld. But something was different, Sam was gone. I stand up,

"Sam?" I call out quietly into the darkness.

"Sammy you there?" I repeat.

I got no answer.

That's when I decided to look around.

There's no light source from any directions so I take out my lighter and use it to light up the stone cold room.

I could see nothing but rocks, rocks and guess what? More Rocks!

All of a sudden I seem to hear footsteps down one of the tunnels to my left.

With instinct I hide behind one of the large boulders, and wait. What seemed like forever had passed and two cloaked figures appear from which the tunnel which I heard the footsteps. They walked past me without interest, and into a wooden door I didn't see before.

I immediately follow them, through the door into a hallway that is lit by torches on the wall. At least I can see where I am going now. I continue to follow the men until I realized that they were going into a room full of people wearing the same cloaks. I look down at my attire and see that I am the one standing out here, with my jeans, old t-shirt, and leather jacket. I came up with one of my first light bulb moments in a long time.

I watch closely and wait, lonely and hungry, for my victim. As soon as a cloaked man by himself passed, I would pounce. After about five minutes I get my chance. I pull the man off to the side and beat him fiercely until he is knocked out. Now, for the tricky part, getting the clothes off this thing.

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