So, when I wrote this it deleted itself, so I had to start over, much to my dismay. This is a hard project for me, so please bear with me and maybe supply some help because I'd really love to finish it.
And through it all, blood boiling and burning, seething with emotion, prickling hot like fire against his skin, Dean Winchester reached out blindly for the first time of his forsaken life.
"Please," a ragged gasp drifting from the back of his throat, blood gurgling with an iron tang souring his taste buds, Dean collapses ungracefully to the ground in a bloodied heap, "please, I need help.
Haley James was, is boring. Not like it was going to get any better with her best friend Lucas MIA for the week. And well, her current, almost-but-not-quite, it's-complicated, I-don't-really-want-to -talk-about-it, boyfriend, Nathan Scott, off on some basketball obsessive mission at the gym. Seriously, that guy puts the possessed in possessed when it comes to the sport he cherishes. If someone could conquer the world with a basketball and a hoop, well, Nathan Scott would be your boy... or man. As a Junior in college Haley is really uncertain what to classify him or even herself. Young woman just sounds too formal.
With a final swipe, Haley scrubs off the tabletop of the counter with her weapon of choice, a rag and a super soacker. Pleased that Karen, the owner of the cafe, also known as Lucas's Mother, should be happy with her continued upkeep of the place in her absence, Haley has no complaint staying after the customers clear to complete some extra cleaning.
Yet, due to the late hour, Haley is more than ready to return home and curl up with some Dawson's Creek re-runs. Again, another example of boring screaming louder then the neon red Hawaiian shirt her Father always persists in wearing.
Sighing, more of a relieving exhale stirring the air briefly as wild as her thoughts churn, Haley jerks the apron off over her head. Venturing back from around the counter, Haley flicks off the light switch, swallowing the cafe in an abrupt darkness, briefly blinding her. A slight spring lightening her step, she advances toward the front door, about to lock up and call it a night.
Despite her near inability to see, Haley continues to advance toward the front door, when suddenly, a figure topples forth from the mouth of the night, collapsing with a loud crash against the window of the door, like a deranged puppet at the control of a faulty master. Understandably startled, Haley jumps then steps backwards. A scream gathers at the back of her throat, yet, suddenly locks in place, constricting in a tight knot not able to claw it's way off the tip of her tongue.
"Help me," a voice rattles faintly, heightening her terror, jolting tremors through her legs that near send her to the ground. And for the first time in her life, Haley James froze in place with no concrete plan of what to do next, petrified by indecision.