Title: That Old Black Magic
Pairing: SamOC, Dean
Rating: Pg-15
Summary: Sam and Dean come across a series of murders of supernatural causes and meet Kalley Ryan at the latest funeral. When the boys realize Kalley's sister, Lucy, is possessed by a demon, they link her to the murders. Can they convince Kalley of the possession? Or will Lucy add Kalley to latest spur of murders?
Spoilers: Season 1, this takes place after 'Nightmare'
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the Winchester boys. But damn, I wished I owned that 1967 Chevy Impala…
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Prologue:
Kalley Ryan ran down the darkened ally after her sister, barely avoiding a car turning down the same street. Her heels were loud against the pavement and she wished she would have worn something easier to run in. Lucy had caught her off guard but she wasn't letting her get away twice.
When she came to the end of the ally she paused, looking around at the dark Los Angeles city. She wanted to scream out her name, but in this city screaming in an ally didn't exactly promote help.
"Lucy!" she called out.
She turned around and almost bumped right into her. She was twirling a dagger in her fingertips and that's all Kalley could focus on.
"Please," her voice shook. "I can help you."
When Lucy looked up Kalley shivered. Her eyes were as dark as the sky above them. "There's no one to help." Her voice was filled with an airy wispiness. It was like she was turning into a shadow, prone to dark and sinister tendencies.
Chapter 1: Three Days Earlier
"Are you sure we need to be here?" Sam Winchester asked as his brother, Dean, as he parked the midnight black Chevy Impala into a parking space.
Dean hit the newspaper in Sam's hands. "Says Paige Ryan's open casket memorial will be held today at Our Lady of Angel's Church."
Sam nodded as he got out of the car and put the newspaper in the back seat. "I know, I just meant do we need to be at the funeral. It doesn't feel right."
Dean rolled his eyes and locked the car. "It's not like were desecrating the casket while it's open, were just asking people some questions."
Sam shook his head at him. It was amazing how much he reminded him of dad sometimes. After his dad had disappeared on the job Dean had recruited him into helping him find him. And that's exactly what it felt like to Sam; it wasn't asking for help, it was recruitment. Sometimes Sam gave Dean the benefit of the doubt, seeing as how they were raised, but when he treated everything like a job it got on his nerves a lot.
"These people just lost someone close to them." Sam argued.
Dean let out an annoyed sigh and nodded. "Then I'm guessing you don't want to be from the FBI? You want to be a caring friend of the family."
Sam shrugged and then nodded heading to the front church doors while Dean put the badges back in the car.
When they entered the church, Sam was surprised to see that there weren't many people there. He took a pamphlet outlining the songs in the mass and went to sit two rows behind the casket.
Dean sat next to him and Sam nudged his arm. "Did you bring the--?" he trailed off and Dean nodded. He opened his coat to show him that he was holding the EMF reader his inside pocket.
Sam nodded and hoped the damn thing didn't end up going off during the funeral but at least if it did they'd know something supernatural was going on and that this death wasn't natural. As he read in the paper there had been a slew of murders all during the last three weeks in Los Angeles. But Los Angeles did have a lot of killings every day and it only had to do with robberies and hookers that didn't stay on their corner. He didn't think much of it until a pattern of the way the bodies were found started showing up. There had been three women, who had been killed in their apartments. There had been no fingerprints and a symbol engraved into the stomach of every victim, not to mention a gallon of blood was taken from each.
A girl, no older than 21, came to sit in front of them. Sam could tell from the way her shoulders were hunched foreword that she was already crying over the deceased. After a few minutes he leaned foreword and asked if she was alright. She only turned slightly and nodded but from that he could she was beautiful. She had long brown hair with black streaks in it and blue eyes that were shining because of her tears. Sam couldn't help but wonder if they shined just the same when she wasn't crying.
When she seemed slightly calmer she turned around and smiled at Sam. "I'm Kalley Ryan."
She extended her hand and Sam shook it. "I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean." She shook Dean's hand as well and smiled at him. "We're sorry for your loss." He added.
Her eyes seemed to darken when he had said it and he realized she must have been really close to Paige. Judging from the same last name he guessed she was the other sister. "How did you know Paige?"
Sam froze for a moment, which was very unlike him. He knew what these jobs intended when he was on them. He had to lie, mostly about everything. But for some reason when he looked into her eyes he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Luckily, Dean took over. "We're old friends of hers from collage."
"Sam and Dean?" she questioned thinking. "She never said anything about you."
Dean shrugged. "We met her at a party only a month ago, didn't really have enough time to get to know her unfortunately."
Kalley nodded. "Well thank you for coming nonetheless. I'm sure she's happy you're here."
Sam smiled slightly and nodded. Kalley turned back around when, he guessed, another friend of the family sat next to her and started talking.
Dean elbowed him. "What is wrong with you?" he whispered.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Nothing, she caught me off guard."
"Yeah I'm sure she did." Dean said raising his eyebrows.
"Ok, it is so not like that."
"Sure its not." Dean said letting out a slight laugh. "We need to talk to your girlfriend again after this mass."
Sam cleared his throat and let the comment slide, not wanting to get into it with Dean in a church. Hell, not at damn funeral.
When the funeral ended and everyone paid their respects Sam went to talk to Kalley again while Dean went towards the casket. Dean leaned down on the kneeler in front of it and turned on the EMF reader. He tried to look like he was praying and that's when he realized how this job twisted around a person's respect for the dead. There he was, in a church, in front of a casket trying to search for Electro Magnetic Frequencies. He guessed since his mom died, and being on the road with his dad, death became a lot more common to him. And even though he tried to remember what it felt like, he couldn't always respect the dead anymore. After all, with mostly all of the dead things inside his line of work tended to try and kill him. Sam still had that luxury; the one Dean had thought he had lost. And he hoped Sam would stay that way, so that he could be reminded of how he was.
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While Dean was checking for EMF around the casket, Sam tried to think of appropriate questions to ask.
"So was Paige acting strange before she died?" he forgot that the questions that had to do with his job was anything but appropriate.
Although Kalley didn't seem to mind. "No she was perfectly normal."
Sam nodded and watched as she rubbed the Kleenex under her eyes and pushed hair behind her ear. She was even more beautiful now that Sam had got a good look at her. Her frame was skinny and toned and her skin looked smooth and fair. She reminded him of an updated Snow White.
Dean came up to stand next to Sam and he decided it was time to go. "Well if you need someone to talk to, here's my cell number." He said, writing it down on the back of a business card he'd found in his coat pocket.
She looked at it a moment and nodded, placing it in her purse. "Will do Sam. It was nice meeting both of you; I just wish it would have been under better conditions."
Sam nodded. "Me too."
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Sam and Dean piled back into the Impala. "Did you find anything?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "Nothing, the EMF needle didn't even move. And she didn't look at me more than once."
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "Can you focus for more than ten minutes?"
"Think she's interested in a little Sammy Special." Dean chuckled raising his eyebrows. He started the Impala and turned the music on.
As AC/DC's Sin City blared through the speakers, Sam turned the music down. Dean dead eyed him for touching the volume. "It's Sam for the millionth time."
Dean shrugged and turned up the volume once more. "Can't hear you, AC/DC shall not be silenced in this car!"
Sam smiled and looked out the window at the church as Dean pulled out of the parking lot. Maybe something supernatural hadn't been going on at all, but he wasn't usually wrong when it had to with murders and creepy symbols.
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Kalley picked up a few pamphlets off the church floor and stacked them up again. Only one more mass and she could finally put Paige to rest. She wondered why she had never met Dean and Sam before today. But as she thought about it, Paige's life had always been somewhat of a secret. She was the party animal of the family and when she went to college, Kalley hardly heard from her. Out of all the people she met in Paige's life, which weren't many, she wished she would have been introduced to Sam earlier. She knew she'd only met him for a grand total of a half an hour, but he was gorgeous. He was tall and muscular and she loved his shaggy brown hair. He had beautiful blue eyes that were soft and gentle and from talking to him she could tell he had a kind heart. Maybe she'd call him even if she didn't want to talk to him about Paige's death.
She was startled suddenly when the church's doors started rattle. She shook her head and tried to have her heartbeat return the normal. It was windy out that day anyway. But when the doors didn't stop rattling and the lights in the church started flickering she had a sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with the weather.
She turned to look at the door and someone was leaning against the back pews. Kalley let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
"Jesus Lucy, you scared the hell out of me."
Lucy smiled slowly walking towards her sister. "Sure Jesus and hell are the things you should be saying in vain in a church Kal?"
Kalley looked at her sister a moment. She looked different, but she couldn't exactly place what it was. She still looked like she did when she last saw her, which was two months ago. She still had the same style, the same dark blue jeans with biker boots and black band tees. Same short cut hair that angled at her shoulders although it was blonde instead of the rich chocolate color she was born with. Same Lucy, so why couldn't she shake the pit in her stomach that told her different.
"Why are you here? You missed the funeral." Kalley said shortly as Lucy walked past her.
"I heard my sister wasn't doing so well."
Kalley rolled her eyes. "Not that you give a damn but I'm fine."
Lucy put a hand on the casket. "I was talking about Paige." She said darkly.
"Feels so funny, we all were here six months ago…for mom."
Kalley let out a sigh and nodded. "It really messed Paige up, to see mom go the way he did."
"Cancer, of all things." Lucy said quietly.
"All Paige did after that was bury her nose in those books, trying to rewrite the past."
Lucy smirked. "She could have, she was just looking at the wrong books."
Kalley let out a short bark of laughter. It sounded crueler when it echoed off the church walls. "Until you gave her the right one?" Lucy shrugged. "Come on Lucy, when are you going to give up this stupid hobby? You know witchcraft isn't real and if you would put your energy into a job, you could have a better life."
"I do have a life. Do you see me envying yours?" she snapped. "And it wasn't just a hobby. Our family has been into witchcraft all our life. Our family traces all the way back to Salem."
"Pretend magic does not kill people. You need to accept the fact that mom and Paige died of natural causes."
Lucy smiled. It was cold and distant and it made Kalley shiver. "Natural causes? Right, cancer and a heart attack are natural causes. Especially since they were found with symbols engraved in their stomachs."
Kalley swallowed thickly. "Black magic isn't real."
Lucy walked up to her sister and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Black magic and the demons that come with it are very real." She whispered. "And if you don't believe me, mom and Paige should be proof enough."
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please be gentle! this is my first sn fanfic, how is it so far?
