AUTHORS
NOTE: I'm an Italian girl and my English is not precise or
perfect,
so please bear with me if there are any mistakes.
This is my first fanfic in English and Supernatural.
Please let me know what you think, ok?
Winchester brothers meet
Johnnie Coleman. Who is he? Why is he there? What
does he want
from them? Why does he have a letter signed John Winchester?
Read on and find out……
Read enjoy and review!!!
DISCLAIMER: The Winchester boys do not belong to me (Although I
would like
them…) neither do the other characters of the show
Supernatural.
ANCIENT PROMISE
CHAPTER 1.
THE MOTEL.
It was 9 pm when they pulled up to the motel car park.
Another motel, and this would be there home for the next few days.
How many days? They didn't know, they never knew.
Two?
Three?
Ten?
The never knew how long
they would stay in the same place for. Since the
death of their
mother, 23 years ago, they ad been travelling the country
without
ever stopping for long. Without ever making a home.
"I'm
hungry." The blonde brother announced, unpacking his bag as
he
stood at the foot of one of the beds in the corner of the room.
He might as
well have been talking to a brick wall for all the
answer he received.
"Hey?! Earth to Sammy…Come in
Sammy…You there?" He said, turning to
his companion, and
throwing a t-shirt at him.
"Jerk." The younger man
retorted, flinging the t-shirt across the room
and pulling his lap
top out of the bottom of his bag.
"So?" Dean asked
again, earning himself another glare from his younger
brother.
"What?" Sam snapped.
"I'm hungry and thirsty. I
want to find a place to eat a huge burger
with
fries and drink
cold beer."
"You go, then…what are you waiting for?"
Sam replied, powering up his
ever faithful laptop.
"You
not coming?" Dean asked, checking the locks on the windows.
Something which came naturally to both boys, considering the way
they had been
bought up.
"No, I'm gonna stay here, do
some research, get some sleep." Sam said,
not taking his eyes of
the computer screen.
Dean didn't like the idea that Sam
being left alone in a strange city and
especially after everything
that had happened, and since the death of his
mother, Sam had
barely been out of his sight, apart from the four terrible
years
he had been at Stanford, four years the Dean tried not to think
about.
Not only had his brother, his responsibility,
had to learn to live with his
head splitting visions, but he had
faced the death of their father, although
Dean preferred to lock
that particular issue far away. And after they had
finally worked
up the energy and courage to return back to the hunt, that
damned
son of a ** Gordon had taken it into his mind to kill his baby
brother,
claiming him to be the antichrist. Dean nearly snorted in
derision, Gordon
was one screwed up bastard.
Dean took
the opportunity to look over his brother, the freakishly long
limbs,
and big hands, the shaggy hair that always seemed to be in the way.
And as if Sam knew he was being watched, he angrily pushed the
hair out of his
eyes. Sam had lost a lot, and he had been driving
himself crazy trying to
find Ava, the poor girl who, like Sam, had
visions and had gone missing. Dean
didn't need to know his
brother inside out to know the poor kid felt guilty.
"I
told her to go home to save herself, and now her boyfriend is dead
and
she's disappeared!" Sam had said, the guilt and
desperation evident on
his face.
In addition, Sam was
convinced, not without reasons, that Yellow-eyed Demon
had plans
for him and for all other children like him…
atrocious
projects….No, Dean shook his head, he didn't want to
think about that
either, because thinking about that would mean
remembering the way his brother
had asked him to kill him, and
there was no way her was gonna do that.
"Come on, Sammy!
You can't stay locked to your laptop forever, I know you
love it
but seriously dude, come one. Let's have a little fun…"
Dean
pleaded. Sam laughed at his attempt to work the Puppy Dog
Eyes that Sam had
perfected.
"It's Sam! And…I have
already told you I am not going; you
go....Despite what that you
think I don't need a
babysitter…" Sam said, sitting in front
of the PC.
"You'd let me go out alone? Without someone to
watch out for me? You know
how I get when I am let out by myself."
Dean tried again. Sam quirked an
eyebrow over the top of his
laptop before sighing.
"Dammit Dean. You never have
problems finding company! Go get a drink and
irritate the local
women. I don't need you hovering over me 24 hours a day.
I'm
fine dude, seriously." Sam said, irritated by the brotherly
attitude,
but trying to placate Dean, knowing that once Dean got
an idea in his head, it
was nigh impossible to make him change his
mind.
Dean looked at him. He knew that his little brother
was not on his best form,
he knew it only too well. But he felt
that if he stayed locked in the motel
room, so like every other
motel they stayed in, after hours spent driving, he
would go
crazy. But the determined look and set of Sam's jaw had him
backing
down.
"Fine…" Dean said, "I wont be gone long, ok?"
"Enjoy." Sam said, once again not lifting his head from the laptop.
"Will do little brother…" Dean shook his head
and closed the door
behind him.
Sam lifted his gaze from
the computer and stretched his arms over his head.
Hour of
driving and no doubt, hours of sitting in front of the computer
were
going to cause havoc with his back. He stood, placing his
hands behind him
and arched his back, enjoying the satisfying
crunch as it clicked back in
place.
He glanced at the
window and walked over to it, staring out over the car park
as
rain and wind lashed across the car park. He paused in his task
of
shutting the curtains, almost fascinated by the power of the
elements.
He wished that the rain would wash away his
torments, hoping that when it was
over, a new day would begin, a
day without pain, or fear or guilt. He sighed,
leaning his arm
against the window and dropping his head against it, feeling
the
cool glass beneath his head. Anyone watching him would have seen a
lost
boy with eyes that held a maturity that no man of 24 should
have.
Across the car park, Johnnie Coleman continued to
watch the window of the
anonymous suburban motel and the boy
leaning against the glass, looking like
he wanted to cry: Sam
Winchester.
TO BE CONTINUED….