The man stumped out his smoke, and stared up at the starry sky. The cold air catching in his lungs, yet he did not flinch. He walked over to a back alley carrying a novelty lighter, he glanced around. His footsteps echoing on the concrete path. He stumbled through the blackness of the alley.
He reached a clearing, and felt a chill running up his spine. And a hand grab his shoulder. He jumped and spun around only to see a woman standing there, her hand still digging into him.
"You know, you really are pushing your luck here." She said coolly, stepping out from the dark, into glow of the flickering street lamp. Her stormy blue eyes staring into his. She was tall, with short chestnut brown hair. Her cheeks were rosy red. At the sight of her, the man breathed a sigh of relief.
"If that was the case, you wouldn't have agreed to meet me here." He said calmly. She stood there, her face still expressionless.
"So what exactly is it you want now?" She demanded, hands on hips. The man looked her up and down, a smile breaking out across his face.
"You know exactly what I want." He said softly, wrapping his broad arms around her tiny waist. She stood there, her eyes beginning to close, she was in pure bliss for a moment. Those strong arms she had missed so dearly holding her again, making her feel those butterflies in her stomach.
"I knew you still felt the same." He purred in her ear. She opened her eyes, pulling away from the embrace.
"Still felt the same? Let's not forget who called it off in the first place!" She said bitterly.
"Well we know why I had to call it off though- don't we?" He said coldly, his eyes piecing her. Her face went white. A tear running down her cheek.
"You are one evil bastard to use that against me." She said, her voice breaking slightly. He sighed, clearly not bothered by what hurt he had caused.
"Look, ok I'm sorry?" He told her heartlessly. And a slight smirk on his face. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going back to Chicago, so I guess I won't be seeing you again…probably." He said, staring at the floor, his eyes unable to meet her tearful gaze. She wiped her face, breathing unsteadily.
"Why would I give a shit? I fucking don't want to see your stupid face ever again!" She screamed turning her face to the wall.
"The feelings mutual." He mumbled, loud enough for her to hear at least.
She clenched her fists. And turned back to him.
"You dragged me out here and then say crap like that! Seriously, I feel like killing you right now!" She screamed at him. He began to walk back down the alleyway.
"That wouldn't be too hard for you now would it? Especially with that "talent" of yours" He shouted back, laughing.
That was it. She was beyond breaking point. She ran at him with tremendous speed and force and jumped on his back, and grabbed his head in her hands.
"What the-" The man shouted. Suddenly the color drained out of his face. His eyes went cloudy, he fell to the floor and all that could be heard from him was the whimpers and desperate pleads he could scarcely whisper.
"Please..." He trembled, her hands still clenching his forehead tightly. Then, with one final breath, the light left his ghostly eyes.
She let go, her eyes wide and full of fear. She picked herself up off the floor. The adrenaline still rushing through her. His lifeless body was sprawled out on the pavement. She shivered, from both the bitterly cold night air, and the fact she had just killed her ex boyfriend.
1 week later.
Sam Winchester sat down at the dirty table, crumbs from the last lunchtime special still fresh and on the table. He turned the newspaper again, still looking for the obituaries. Dean Winchester sat opposite him, his cheeseburger half eaten and his coffee well and truly drank.
"Dude I'm gonna go back to the motel." He said. "My head is banging and damm I need some sleep." He grumbled.
"From what I remember, you came back to the motel at…what was it, 4:00am?" Sam asked sarcastically. Dean smirked.
"Yeah not a lot of sleeping went on last night." He said grinning.
Sam looked at him stoned face before returning to the paper. Dean glanced outside the diner's window. The whole of the place was covered in white blankets of snow.
"Hey, is it just me or is it weird to get snow in the middle of September?" Dean asked. Sam frowned down at the newspaper.
"Eh well yeah that depends on the climate of the place your talking about." he mumbled. His eyes still fixed on the paper.
"Sam wears women's underwear…" Dean said, trying to get the attention of his distracted brother
Even so, Sam still didn't look up.
"Hey collage boy! I know your too busy looking at today's hot topic's in the news but you could at least pay attention to me, I might be on to something!" Dean said loudly, growing impatient.
Sam finally looked up.
"That's weird." Sam said, sitting back, a confused look on his young face.
"What's weird?" Dean asked, grabbing Sam's untouched coffee and drinking it.
"Well first the weather is really strange," He said
"Like I said," Dean emphasized.
"Yeah- way to point out the obvious Dean." Sam remarked, "Well anyway, some guy just last week was found dead in an alleyway." He finished.
"Sam, the guy could've just died, have you even thought about it just being a heart attack?" Dean reasoned.
"Dean, this guy died over a week ago and yet according to today's newspaper- "The cause of death is still unknown" He quoted.
It was obvious to both of them. There was something supernatural going on in this small town.