A/N: I don't have a lot of time to write, unfortunately...And I also have limited access to the internet, so this story is gonna have multiple short chapters (We'll see how many) If you get frustrated easily with authors taking forever or posting short chapters, then THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU!
In this story, Dean never went to hell and the brothers don't know Angels exist, yet.
Okay cool. Love y'all!
Feathery Calling Cards
Prologue: Freaking Feathers
Dean's fingers tightened convulsively around his shotgun. He quickly peered into the pitch-black room, before relaxing slightly, when he found said room to be empty.
"Sam?" He whispered into the dark. "You got anything?" Dean rounded another corner, expecting the monster to lunge forward from the shadows, but he was met with more emptiness.
"Nope." Sam answered, from somewhere in the labyrinth of the old library. Dean sighed and walked over to the main room. He lowered his gun and straightened a little bit from his defensive crouch. He was pretty sure the monster had caught wind of them and was long gone, but he didn't want to let his guard down completely. Dean Winchester was not stupid, contrary to popular belief.
While waiting for his younger brother to finish, Dean's eyes scanned the bookshelves, noting that most were dilapidated to the point of no return. He picked up a large leather bound book engraved with a language he had never seen, but dropped it when his hands met a sticky substance. After closer inspection, Dean was almost positive it was blood.
"Dean, I think I found something." Dean immediately straightened at the sound of his brother's voice. He followed it to a storage room in the back of the building.
Once Dean had stepped into the area the stench hit him like a ton of bricks and he could feel his eyes begin to tear up.
At first Dean thought he had the wrong room as his brother was nowhere to be seen, but the slight movement from the darkest corner revealed his monstrous sibling crouching over something.
"What is it?" Dean asked, trying not to step on any of the hundreds of bones littering the floor. He almost slid on a puddle of unknown fluids. This was definitely the monster's base camp, Dean thought, wiping his shoe on a rag, before realizing that it was covering a human leg. He gagged.
Sam quickly looked up, just to insure that the noises his older brother were making weren't because of a creature trying to choke him. After rolling his eyes at his brother's stupidity, Sam returned his focus to the pile in front of him.
Dean cursed whenever he stepped in something else disgusting, but when he finally made it to Sam he was stunned into silence.
Sam gathered the pile into the arms and lifted it to inspect.
"This is the third time this month." Sam muttered to his brother. Dean nodded, his brow furrowed. "What the hell is it?" Sam tacked on.
"I don't know." Dean answered, picking up one of the offending objects and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. The duo stared at the pile, musing. "But we sure as hell need to find out...pronto."
As Dean lifted the feather closer to his eyes and marveled at the black-as-sin color, a slight undertone of green, purple and blue pulsed through at certain angles.
And Dean had the most uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching.
A/N: WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK OF SEASON 9 SO FAR? I have so much feels right now! If I've made any grammatical or spelling errors, please let me know. And constructive criticism is always welcome.
