Supernatural
Prologue
"Get away from me. . . ." The girls voice shakes as the two clocked figures get closer to her. She pulls out her pepper spray and points it at them.
"Come now, don't fight it. You know why we are here. .. You can feel it. No point in fighting it." The figures throws his cloak off and his pale, tattooed skin gleams in the moonlight, chuckling.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Is that anyway to talk to your father?" He snarls. He catches her off guard as he's upon her in a blink of an eye, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the ground.
"Get off of me you monster! I don't have a father!" She sprays him in the face and jumps to her feet as he snarls in pain. The other figure is behind her before she has a moment to run.
"Is this any way to treat your family, Megan?" The female voice hisses as everything goes dark.
"Welcome home, Megan dear. I've been looking for you for a long time."
Chapter 1
Strange happenings
"Dean!" Sam calls out, walking into the motel room, grocery bag in one hand. Dean comes strolling in, running his hand through his hair.
"Hey, where's my pie dude?" He glances at the grocery bag in Sam's hand, nodding towards it, "What's up?
"Here's your pie jerk," Sam responds, rolling his eyes and he tosses the grocery back to Dean, "Check this out. Another girl went missing last night. Megan Lancaster. Just like the others, except this time, there was signs of a struggle. Looks like this girl put up quite a fight. Asked around from some of the locals. Apparently she had a restraining order out on an abusive ex and was taking self-defense classes.
"What we thinking here? Vamps? Werewolves?"
"I'm not sure," replies Sam "there's no bodies, no trail. It's like they just disappear. From what I can tell, the only thing the girls have in common is that they are orphans and have no living relatives." Sam pulls up the search engine and types in the name of the town, Dean looking over his shoulder.
"Hey, look at this. Seems this repeats itself every 50 years. Hundreds of women have disappeared from this town over the course of 50 years. All orphans with no living relatives, all around 22 years old."
"What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean says, taking a bite of his pie and staring at the newest victim on the screen. Her pale blue eyes staring back at him.
