Opening Notes: Hello there, before we start the story I should give a little output on the story ahead since many of you may not be interested in this. Since I am at the end of season 4 right now, I may have some facts messed up in this story and please do not hesitate to correct me if I do have mistakes. This is a story mainly circles around a young girl and the embodiment of a teddy bear, who goes by the names Heather and Muds. This story is focused on their downfall into the hunting community and will be starring some canons characters. Though this does border Supernatural's series plot, and will be effected by the events in the show, this story will have plenty drama of its own. Occasionally I will hint things that happened in the actual series to give you an idea of what season, or episode, the time of events surround.
Warning: This story warps and adds in events. The action in the story will (probably) start off in chapter 3 or 4
(the story pretty much starts off a few days after Sam and Dean have that run in with the "Ghostfacers" in that haunted house, the end of season 3)
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Teddy bears
April 25th, 2008
Brooklyn Center, Minnesota
There had been a murder recently.
Not just a 'simple neck slice' murder, but a brutal one. The victim of the murder was a middle aged man who lived alone, and when he was attacked he had attempted a 911 call, but was killed before he could finish requesting help. The man's right eye had been gouged out, his right hand mauled and his chest was split open, but there were no fingerprints. No knocked over furniture, no door had been kicked down or picked, the street camera outside hadn't seen anyone strange entering the house. The murder left policemen puzzled and they ended up searching many of the neighboring houses.
Knock Knock Knock
"Hello, this is the FBI. Please open up."
10-year-old Heather nearly tripped down the stairs from her room as she raced to look out the living room window and see who was at the door. Her light brown curly hair bounced up and down as she jumped onto the couch and peaked outside. In front of the house was two men in suits. One of them had really long brown hair while the other man's hair was short and spiked up in a style.
"Heather, who's at the door?" Her mother's voice rang from the kitchen.
"Some men in suits, Mom." Heather called back, dark brown eyes still trained on the two men. One of the men saw her, the long-haired one, and gave a small smile. Heather didn't smile back, just watched as her mother opened the door to talk to them.
Though it probably would've gone unnoticed by the men outside, Heather was holding a brown dog teddy bear in her hands. She unconsciously squeezed her teddy bear when her mother's light brown face had gone from inviting to angry. The women looked to the left of her, probably at the crime scene that lay just beside their own home. While the short brown-haired man continued to talk to the, now angry and confused, women, the long-haired man was still glancing at Heather's curious gaze.
Bringing her teddy bear up into the window view so it may be seen, Heather made the brown stuffed animal wave at the long-haired man and, in return, got another smile out of him.
slam
"How can they even accuse anyone of doing something like that." Her mother growled as she slammed the door in the men's faces, whipping around to stalk back into the kitchen "People in this neighborhood wouldn't dream of doing something so cannibalistic."
Heather had barely looked at her mom and watched as the two men irritably descended from the front of her house to a car that was waiting just outside her driveway. When they got into the car, the short brown-haired man appeared to be angrily rambling on about something which the long-haired man completely ignored as he continued to stare at the girl watching them from the window.
Finally, the short brown-haired man turned to see what his companion was looking at, but as soon as he looked in her direction, Heather ducked out of sight.
When she rose back up, the short-haired man was looking away with disinterest, but the long-haired man continued to stare at the window. He waved a small goodbye to her as they began rolling away in the car.
As soon as they had left from the front of her driveway, Heather turned and dashed back up the stairs. She turned to walk down a long hallway and entered a brightly colored room at the end of it. Inside the room the walls were light pastel colors and sunlight flooded the small proximity, pictures of pretty women torn from magazines were put up on the wall and crayon colored drawings were put up there as well. Heather, however, ignored these pictures and sat down on her bed with a stern face. Her gaze was appointed to the far wall and she seemed to be in deep concentration before sighing "Why did you kill him?"
The question had no one to reply to as the small light brown-skinned girl sat in her room alone with her teddy bear dangling from her grip.
"Why did you kill him, Muds?" She repeated, but this time looked down to the brown stuffed dog in her hands. Yet, silence was still her only reply.
Suddenly, the air seemed to shift and the teddy bear in her hands glowed a bright white. The TV in the corner of her room switched on and filled with static as the bright light slowly sunk off teddy bear and pool onto the floor. From the pooling white light, a figure began to appear. It was slightly transparent and looked to be way older than the girl sitting on the bed, who was watching the forming figure with interest.
A brown messy haired man appeared. Dressed in a white button down shirt. He had on some baggy gray pants and a pair of black combat books, and a two large white wings were tucked neatly behind his back. His soulful dark brown eyes gazed down at the younger girl below him. "Heather." He breathed, his transparency melting away into solidness, "I told you I had to do it. After yesterday, that was no longer the neighbor you knew. He was going to hurt you. I had to kill him."
Heather scoffed, her own brown eyes looking down at the floor "I knew something was wrong...his face was...different yesterday. It scared me."
"Well everything is just fine now. I'm here to protect you." The embodiment reassured, taking a seat onto Heather's bed and listening to it groan underneath his weight "I will always protect you."
"Okay, Muds."
"I'm telling you, Dean, that girl was staring at me the whole time."
"I didn't see no damn girl, Sam. I was too busy being yelled at by an angry women to even think about anything else."
The long-haired man sent a sideways stare at his brother, Dean, who simply snorted at him before continuing talking "So, you have any theories yet?"
"Well. I thought it was a Werewolf at first, but we heard from other policemen that the heart was still in its chest. This kinda leaves us with a wide opportunity of monsters: Vampires, Demons, possibly Hellhounds." Sam sent another sideways stare at his brother, who didn't meet his eye. "Dean?"
"Sam, I swear if you bring up anything about Hellhounds I will pull over and push you out of this vehicle. Do you have anymore theories?"
"I can't think of any right now. We don't have enough clues." Sam replied, still staring at his brother with a skeptical look.
"Well then. I think we should go check out the house later tonight, okay."
"Whatever. Let's just go get something to eat." The long-haired male sighed, looking away from his brother to lean onto the car door and stare out of the window.
Few hours later
"Mom! Mom! Is dinner ready!?"
Heather sat on the couch, most of her attention drawn towards the TV as she called out for her mother. It was mostly playing reruns on the News about her next door neighbors death and what would've caused it. Everytime her neighbor's face flashed onto the TV screen Heather ended up flinching away and pulling her teddy bear closer to her.
"We're having pizza, Heather, is that okay?" Her mother's voice called back to her in reply, and the dark curly-haired girl turned from the television to look into the kitchen.
"Yeah." She muttered, not loud enough for mother to hear. The girl was curled up on the couch, her feet tucked towards herself as she tried her best not to wrinkle up her white pajama dress. Muds, her dog teddy bear, sat limply in her lap with it's giant stuffed head turned towards the ongoing News story.
"Heather..."
A voice lifted into the surrounding area, filling it with a slight ringing sound as it attempted to communicate with the young curly-haired female.
"What?"
"The men...they're back..."
Heather glanced down at the teddy bear, confusion flooding her gaze as she mumbled "The men from this morning?"
"Yes...They're going to the crime scene across the street. I will go follow and smite them if they are dangerous.
"Hey! Don't hurt the one long-haired one." Heather cried out desperately as the light glow began to seep off of her teddy bear and onto the floor, disappearing underneath one of the living room walls.
"Heather!?" Her mother's sudden cry of urgency came from the living room's entrance way as the women suddenly appeared there. "Who are you talking to?" the dark-skinned women asked.
The younger female barely glanced at her mother, her dark brown eyes still watching where the glowing light had disappeared from. When her mom asked the question over again, Heather finally turned and nonchalantly told her that she was speaking to Muds, her teddy bear. At that, her mother scrunched up her nose and criticized her about still being so attached to a teddy bear.
"It's just a phase." The older female sighed, worriedly running a hand through her thickly curled hair. "Come on, the pizza is done."
"Alright." Heather sighed, carefully placing the dog teddy bear onto the couch and following her mom into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Sam and Dean weren't having much trouble getting inside the house since the door was left unlocked.
The only sign of police activity was the yellow tape that surrounded the area. As they entered the house, the feeling of being watched instantly passed over the two and pricked them with cautiousness.
"Dean. It feels strange here." Sam whispered, checking the area for any ghost or spirits on the EMF meter. Dean went along with checking for any sulfur, but both ended up empty handed.
Suddenly, the lamp ,sitting on the table behind them, crashed onto the ground and sent glass scattering everywhere. Sam flinched at the sudden crash, whipping around to point his flashlight at the shattered remains while Dean pulled out his knife and steeled himself for what might leap out. However, all they got was silence in reply.
"Friend or Foe?"
The wind had picked up suddenly, sweeping through the house so violently it rattled the pictures on the walls and made the windows shake. The voice had seemingly came from nowhere, echoing though the emptied house and having no source to claim it. Sam looked around, slightly nervous by the sudden change in the behavior of their surroundings.
"What does it matter!?" Dean shouted out, most likely that it was directed to the voice "Show yourself!"
"Friend or Foe? I will not ask again!"
The voice once more swept through the house, this time sharpened with threat. Dean's eyes narrowed, whipping around to find the source of the voice.
"Dean, wait. Don't agitate it." Sam spoke to his brother, placing a hand onto the shorter man's shoulder. Sending the taller male a skeptical glance, Dean backed down while the talking was transferred to the gentler brother.
"We are friend." Same spoke out "Are you a spirit?"
"No...Why are you here?"
"We're searching for a killer. We're searching for who killed the man that lived here."
No response came this time, and the wind, that had whistled through the house, died down. At this action, Dean moved forward to speak, but stopped as a white light slowly began to descend from one of the walls. It stopped in front of them, forming the figure of a 29-year-old man as Dean raised his gun to shoot.
"Don't." Sam warned, holding out his arm.
When the figure had finally stopped forming and the light died down, it revealed a man. The Winchester brothers labeled him as a spirit immediately because of his transparency, and Dean slowly began to move over to the fireplace to grab the iron fire-sticker lying there.
"The thing that lived here was ,surely, not a man. It was a monster, disguised in human flesh so that it may walk among the living and wreck as much havoc as it please." Dean paused as the shaggy haired man told his story, glancing over at Sam before continuing to shuffle his way over to the fireplace "I could've cared less about what it may do, but when it decided to target a young girl I know, I jumped into offense and smited the wretched beast."
"Beast? Can you clarify?" Sam pressed, hoping to draw his attention from Dean.
"A Demon."
There was a pause, both Winchester boys trying to register why this 'spirit' would want to take down a demon, but they weren't able to linger on the thought for too long as Dean snapped out of it and grabbed the iron firepicker. Swinging it at the man, he was surprised to find that the shaggy haired man could catch the firepicker before it hit laid any damage on him.
"Have I not made myself clear?" The man spat, flinging the iron away and spreading out his white wings to make himself look intimidating "I. Am. Not. A. Spirit."
"Then what are you?" Dean asked as Sam took a step back so he wouldn't be hit by the wings.
"An embodiment." The man spat again, eyes narrowing on the short-haired man.
Dean opened his mouth to speak again, but this time the man was consumed in a bright white and pooled onto the floor. Just as fast as it happened, the light was snuffed out, and the man was gone.
"What was that?" The older brother turned to the younger brother for clarifying, he obviously not catching onto anything that the man had said.
"Apparently...he's an embodiment." Sam breathed.
"Of what?"
"I don't know"
"Alright...Let's go back to the motel then."
Back at the house, Heather's mom had decided to go to sleep early, leaving Heather to eat alone at the dining table. The girl would've found the task boring if it weren't for the sudden glow that appeared in the seat next to her.
"Muds." Heather whispered happily as the white-winged man formed. His hair was tussled now, and he held a look of irritation in his eyes, but he sent the young girl a reassuring smile "As far as I am concerned, they are no danger, Heather."
"Cool. I wanna talk to the long haired guy. I really like his hair." The girl chuckled, her feet leisurely swinging as she sat in her chair. Muds chuckled along with her, his voice sending a short of comfort into the air "I'm very certain that you will talk to them soon. They may be over here to inspect, again."
"Oh! yay." She cheered in reply, which was cut short as her mom yelled at her from upstairs to 'go to sleep' and 'to keep it down.'
Heather glanced over at Muds, who simply rolled his eyes in annoyance and pooled into a white light on the floor. Following the child back to the living room, the white light poured into the teddy bear as the 10 year old girl swooped up the bear, turned off the TV, and climb the stairs in order to get to her room. The house was quiet enough for her to hear her own footsteps as she walked down the hall and turned into her room.
Carefully setting Muds down onto the bed, she flicked on the night light then climbed under the covers.
"There is no reason to be afraid of the dark, Heather."
Muds' lulling voice whispered in her head. The female never replied, only pulled the teddy bear closer to her body and deeply sighed, falling into slumber
The next day
It was pretty much gloomy outside the next day, rain clouds threatening to spill its load onto the people below. Heather was oblivious to the weather, however, as she sat outside in the driveway drawing with chalk. Her mother had gone out grocery shopping and the neighborhood they lived in was a nice neighborhood (you know except the murder, but Heather already knew who did that). Muds lay limply beside her, head trained on the multicolored butterfly she was drawing. Multiple swirls and dots surrounded the area. A couple of drawn bees were scattered here and there.
"Visitors, Heather."
She pretty much heard the car pull up before she heard Muds warning voice and when she looked up she saw a car. It wasn't her mother's car, however.
"Hello, little girl. Is your mother home?"
Heather found herself staring into the face of someone she hadn't really expected. She nearly leaped out of her skin as the retched face of a demon flashed underneath the skin on this man's flesh. Scrambling onto her feet and grabbing her teddy bear, she started to back away to the house. The man in front of her was dressed in a business suit, and had dull hazel eyes and age lines on his forehead. His black hair was combed backwards, flecks of gray hair barely showing.
"Whats wrong, Heather?"
The worried voice rang in her head as she continued to back away, unable to do much, but try and keep her distance from the unholy creature.
"D-Demon..." She whispered.
At the mention of his species, the man hesitated. He seemed shocked that she was able to identify him, but that was replaced with a smug grin. Before he could lunge at her, Muds' human form flashed forward from the light puddle that had lingered on the ground. The demon reeled back in surprise, nearly falling onto its back as the larger man gripped its neck and slammed it onto the ground.
Muds' actions only seem to make it's smile wider as it started to sneer at the protective embodiment.
"Do you think you can kill me?" It spat at him, thrashing underneath his choking grasp. "Insole-"
Before he could continue, the vest wearing male plunged his fingertips into the man's neck. White flashed underneath his hand where his fingertips sunk in and the demon ceased its thrashing, staring at him as if he was the monster.
"W-What are you..." The demon breathed, now fearing for the unknown.
With a simple yank, Muds' ripped a large hole into the demon's neck. It was strange, as any demon could escape from its host if it pleased, but the demon seemed to have been chained to the meatsuit it was possessing. Instead, it flailed hopelessly while choking on its own blood until it finally stilled. The face of the demon's host flashed red underneath its skin, and then the body was still.
"Thanks Muds." Heather huffed, looking at the dead man with saddened eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" The sudden yell of voices sent the duo on edge, but they relaxed when they only saw the real visitors they were expecting.
Dean was running straight towards the two, Sam following close behind. They stared at the body with an unsure look then turned to the tag team staring back at them
"Get inside." Dean ordered them, herding them back into the house. Once they were inside and the door was locked, the four of them sat down at the dinner table and, for the most point, sent long looks at each other. Dean was the first to speak up.
"Explain to me why you just killed a man." his question was more direction to vest wearing guy who sent hard stares at the brothers.
"He was a demon. He intended harm."
"How did you know that?" It was Sam who now asked a question.
"I told him!" Then Heather spoke.
After that no one said anything. The Winchester brothers looked at the young girl as if she was crazy, then turned to the male who was towering over her in a protective way as he nodded slowly.
"That's...wow...how?" Sam muttered a flurry of responses, not quite sure how to react to the sudden information. It was near impossible that a person would be able to see the true face of a demon.
No,It wasn't near impossible. It was impossible!
"How do have that ability?" Sam gushed, fixing Heather with an unsettling gaze. The young girl glanced up at Muds then back at the long-haired man, opening her mouth to sigh before shrugging. Muds sighed too, but instead of shrugging like Heather had done, he began to talk "It was a near death accident that caused Heather to be like this. It happened when she was 6, a couple of months before she had found me in a garage, Heather ate something toxic. At the hospital, they rushed her into surgery, and...as far as I know, she died in surgery. The story is still fuzzy to me as I wasn't there when she was at the hospital, but from my guess...they somehow brought her back to life."
"And you think this is somehow the cause to her ability to see demons?" Dean wondered.
"Maybe..."
Just then a women walked into the room. Grocery bags were in her hands, and she looked like she had just seen hell. She noticed the three strange men in her kitchen instantly, and set the grocery bags down rather roughly before whipping around to shout at them at the top of her lungs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE WITH MY DAUGHTER! GET THE FRICK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!"
Heather cowered away from the yelling and her mother outstretched to grab the kitchen knife from the counter.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Miss please put down the blade, we're not here to hurt your child. You are in danger." Sam tried to reason with the women.
"DON'T FREAKING CALL ME MISS! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. NOW!"
"Lady. Please can you calm down. We are not trying to hurt you." Dean attempted to reason too, but the mother ended up trying to stab them with the knife. She headed over to Heather and grabbed onto her arm, yanking her daughter over to her side. To everyone's surprise, Heather wrenched herself out of her mother's grasp and sprinted over to Dean, who looked at the girl as if she was crazy.
"That's not my mom." Heather whispered, glancing at Dean.
The short haired male pressed his lips together in a thin line, pulling a flask that was from his back pocket and unscrewing it.
"Miss. Would you please calm down?" Sam continued, not realizing that this was not a human.
Dean hurled the liquid from his flask onto the women, and, on contact, her skin started sizzling. It then clicked in everyone's mind what this creature actually was. The women was flailing, rubbing her hands across her skin in order to get rid of the holy water that was burning her. Muds was close to jumping into action, but he hesitated when he realized that this wasn't just some demon possessing a random body.
This was Heather's mom.
"Take her out of here." Dean directed Muds, gesturing to the 10-year-old who was frantically grabbing onto his pants leg. "Go outside and wait there. Do not come back in no matter what."
The embodiment huffed, bracing himself to argue with Dean, but when the demon started laughing and its eyes flicked black, the shaggy haired man made a dive for the girl.
"I don't think so!" The demon hissed at his actions, using its telepathic strength to throw the man off of his course and onto the kitchen counter. It did the same with the Winchester brothers, leaving the 10-year-old unguarded and vulnerable. She was clenching her teddy bear pretty hard now, and barely noticed the faint glow of light as Muds returned to the object.
"You're pretty special, aren't ya, kid?" The demon chuckled, giving the girl a toothy grin.
In Heather's perspective everything just seemed completely wrong as the demon's face was overlayed by her mother's flesh. It conflicted her and she could not find the will to move as the demon moved to pick her up. The yells from the long haired man, and his brother were background noise compared to the beating of her own heart.
As the familiar arms reached out to grab her, Heather stared at the hideous demon face that was hidden to everyone except her.
Instinctively, she kicked the demon right in the shin.
Now this would've done little damage in hindsight, but the demon pulled back to hiss at the stinging pain that erupted from the kick. It lurched forward the snatch her up again, but the blast of light that burst through the teddy bear made it hesitate once more. Muds leaped out and pinned it down, causing it to drop its telepathic hold on Sam and Dean.
"Go on, kill me!" The demon growled at the man who towered above it "If I go, the lady goes with me."
Muds faltered "What?...WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
The demon didn't reply to the embodiment, only smiled in his face as he shook it angrily and yelled at it. Dean and Sam exchanged glances, then looked to the girl who was cowering in the back of the room and looking at the demon with a horrified face. Dean turned to Muds, who glanced back at the man with an unsure look.
Sam made his way to girl, heaving her up in his arms and carrying her away to the car outside.
This left Dean and Muds with the situation of coming up with what to do with the Demon, knowing that the outcome wouldn't change no matter what they did. Dean agreed to draw a demon trap on the kitchen floor with the markers in the house and when they had thrown the demon into the trap, Muds went outside to switch places with Sam so that he could exorcise the creature.
Inside the car, Heather was raking her young brain with all sorts of unanswerable questions.
When she had looked at the demon, she had expected at least a glimpse of her mother's face to be there, but she had saw nothing, but the hideous face of the spawn of Satan. She was still trembling about the thought when Muds came to replace Sam, and the long-haired man trekked his way towards the house.
Silence engulfed the two, one of them staring out the window in a nervous manner and the other sitting and squeezing the teddy bear in its arms feverishly. Rain had begun to pour from the clouds, soft at first, but then it got stronger and soon a storm had opened up. However, it didn't change the suffocating silence from inside the car
"Heather..." A warm voice blurted out, eager to stop the choking silence. The quiet young girl glance up at her companion with a scared face, her brown eyes glittering with tears. The shaggy haired male stared back at the little female, refusing to speak at first in fear that he would be the one to spill those tears.
"You've got to be strong, Heather." Was all that the older male said, melting into the teddy bear that was being constricted in her arms.
"From now on...You've got to be strong. Because, from now on...things aren't gonna be quite the same..."
Help.
I've fallen into the supernatural fandom and I can't get up.
/whispers/ this chapter is kinda half-assed...I am sorry.
So far, I am only up to the school episode in season 4 so I have a long way to go so I may keep up with the plot of the show. Future chapters of this story will contain plenty of bonding between these two characters Muds and Heather, backgrounds revealed, canon appearances, and mini plot development. I will also clear up a few things about the characters next chapter. For example, why Muds has wings.
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