Out of Body
A/N: Well, this is a fanfic that's actually written mostly by me, but created by an awesome friend of mine, and proofed and some-stuff-added by another one of my friends. Yes. We all love Jensen Ackles...and Jared, of course. Anyway.
This is the first in a trilogy, called Bad Moon Rising Series. If I get a lot of reviews for this fic, I will continue the series. If not...well, I'll continue it anyway:D
Anyway. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Hitchhiker's Guide
Rt. 79 was truthfully in the middle of nowhere.
The thick, pitch-black blanket that shrouded the route darkened as the night droned on. Nothing but sand could be seen for miles, save for the speed limit sign on the side of the dark paved road.
It was on this route that a black, '67 Chevy Impala had been cruising down for the past few hours, going at least forty miles over the already high speed limit.
The Winchester brothers felt like they had been sent on a wild goose chase. Sam, the younger of the two, had a vision of two numbers, longitude and latitude, along with the sight of two girls being tortured.
He was thinking about it now; he and his brother walking into an old, rickety house, seeing two almost identical girls bound to a chair, unconscious, bleeding. And a man, clearly possessed, holding a gun to the head of the girl on the right.
Dean pulled over, driving like always. He slowed to a stop, cutting the engine. He nudged his brother, who was very deep in thought about the vision.
They got out of the car, searching. The twenty-eight-year-old turned to his little brother, questioning him.
"Sam?" he asked, but the twenty-four-year-old shrugged.
"It's the right coordinates," Sam replied, looking out to the black, furrowing his eyebrows. "I don't know."
They turned back, their minds still wrapped over this mystery.
Heading back into the black Impala, Dean started the engine, beginning to pull back toward the road.
"Dean." Sam caught his arm, motioning toward a sight in the headlights.
Two young girls about twenty-something with light honey-colored hair one with shorter hair and the other with longer were standing on the road. The one with longer hair was dressed in a red flannel shirt and old worn out jeans, the other in a blue flannel shirt and dark sweatpants. The one in the red was waving at them, trying to get their attention to stop. Which was what he was not going to do. No matter how hot they looked.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Sam, there is no chance in hell that I am gonna stop for some hitchhiker-chicks in the middle of nowhere. They could be some weird-psycho killers for all we know."
"That's them!" Sam realized. "The ones in my vision! Those girls are the ones from my vision. Dude, turn back."
"And what if this is all a trap?" Dean asked. "You know there are plenty of demons out there that would like to kill me before my year's up."
"And what if my vision is going to be what happens if we don't help them? And if a demon's torturing them, that means that they're on our side."
Dean didn't reply, rather, just pulled over, rolling his eyes, silently muttering curses to himself.
In the mirror, he saw the girls run toward the car, to Sam's passenger window.
"Can we get a ride?" the girl with the longer hair asked. Her blue eyes shone, confident, while the girl with the shorter hair scanned the area, finally looking into Sam's eyes with a bright confidence.
Sam looked to Dean, who was looking at the girls. "Yeah," Sam replied. "What're your names?"
The girl with the shorter hair spoke, deliberating. "I'm Faith. This is my sister, Ali."
"I'm—" Sam started, but Dean interrupted him.
"I'm Nathan Petrelli and this is my brother Peter." Dean said, flashing a smile at them.
Sam glared at him. Dean really could change his mind quickly for hot girls.
"Where to?" Dean asked conversationally after the girls closed the door and strapped themselves in.
"Um…" Faith bit her lip, looking at her sister. "Don't really care."
"So, where ya boys heading?" asked Ali, looking out the window.
"Not really anywhere ourselves." Dean replied, flashing a smile at her. "Petey and I just travel a lot, anywhere. Love to see the sights and all, ain't that right, Peter?"
Sam glared at Dean. "Yeah," he agreed. "Just tell us where to go, and we'll drop you off there."
There was no response. Dean looked at her in the rear view mirror. Closer, now, he could see the bruises on Faith's face, the split lip damaging Ali's model-like features.
"So, how'd you end up on some lonely road?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on the route.
Ali paused. "We travel around a bit, just like you guys. You know, here and there; usually we use my car, but this time—"
Faith nudged Ali in the ribs, cutting her off. When Ali turned toward her sister, Faith mouthed the word 'enough' while giving her a hard look.
Both Dean and Sam caught this and exchanged glances with each other. Dean inconspicuously touched the pistol at his side, checking.
A short and very awkward silence filled the car. Nothing except the hum of the engine could be heard.
"So," started Sam, breaking the silence. "Where are you from?"
"What kind of car is this," Ali started, sizing up the car. "'67 Impala, right?"
Dean grinned. "You're good."
Ali grinned back, a gleam in her eyes. "You have no idea." She raised her eyebrow at him, catching his eyes as he looked in the rearview mirror.
"So, you guys are sisters?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Faith replied. "Twins."
"Really?" Sam asked, curiosity in his voice. "You guys don't really look it."
"Well," Ali started. "Faith cuts her hair short and puts on a gob of makeup. And we dress differently. Usually. We try to go out of our way to look different."
"So, who's the evil one?" Dean asked.
"What?" Faith asked, startled.
"You know, they always say there's an evil twin," Dean explained. Faith relaxed.
"Oh, well. Ali. Definitely." Faith grinned, catching a glare from her sister.
"Thanks for picking us up, Nathan," Ali said. "That was pretty cool of you to do."
"Well, you really should be thanking Peter," Dean told her. "Bleeding heart thing really ain't my style."
"In that case," Faith smiled, putting her palm out to Sam for a sort of high five. "Thanks for that, Petey."
Sam, awkward, put his hand on hers to indulge her for a second.
And when his hand touched hers the car exploded.
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The area was pitch-black. There was nothing. No walls, no ceiling. No floor. Nothing. The black was swirling, the nothingness lightening to a lighter gray, then a lighter, lighter, until it got to a bright white. And then bright white light became blinding, and then once again seemed to blow up. The scene changed quickly to a room, almost barren. Wooden floorboards, made out of some kind of dark oak. The walls were wooden as well, shelves leaning tall against them, filled with various and very disorganized stacks of books and papers. The floor was barren with the exception of a few faded gray sheets of dirt covered canvas. The scene changed, as if someone was walking through the building. The wooden house seemed to spin with each step, blurry and distorted. The metaphorical person walked through the doorway and into another room, where the first object of attention was a pool of blood, and just a few paces above it was a footprint made out of the same blood most likely. At the end of the room, most likely a living room, there were two men and a woman, one of the men and the woman young, about their forties and the other man about thirty. The older man and the woman were facing the younger male, each holding a gun and a knife to him. Their faces were covered in soot and blood, mixing. The woman had sandy blond hair, up, and green eyes. Her eyes were wide, in both determination and fear. She held gun, pointing it at the younger man, her lips trembling, although she held the gun with experience. The older man had all-round facial hair, under his chin and sideburns, the hair above his lip slightly gray. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, his eyes unwavering from the younger man as he cocked the silver pistol in his hand, aiming it at the younger man in a clear kill-shot. He was covered with blood, more damaged of the two as he was a step in front of the woman, protectively. A large wound was on his head, at his temple, bleeding profusely, like a small river of blood trickling down his face and already drenching his shirt. The younger man was unarmed, but not defenseless. He was ginning, smiling evilly at them, unharmed. He was not scared, and his eyes were red. Not normal, but completely red, the pupils an unnatural crimson. He stood in a circle with a five-point star in the center, which had been painted on the ceiling, except now it had a large black smudge on a part of the outer ring. A demon. The demon took a step closer, tantalizingly. The man fired a shot clear into his head, afraid. The demon frowned this time, though only patronizingly. The hole slowly closed up, not a drop of blood spilled. "Okay," he started, his voice low. "That one hurt. I think it's time I get serious, now. Don't you think? Maybe…starting with the missus." "No!" the man roared, but the demon merely swiftly extended his arm and the man flew back, against the wall. The demon started for the woman now, who was holding her gun up as she slowly backed away. As he approached the woman, the man fired three more rounds at the demon, each hitting him in the face. The demon stopped, turning to the man. "All right, you're really starting to piss me off." He looked at the man, and the man was pinned against the wall. The man's hand with the gun, shaking violently, slowly raised itself toward his own head, of the demon's will. The demon slowly grinned. "Now, you know," the demon started as the man was still struggling to regain control of his hand against the demon's mental grasp. "I really would like to stick around a while longer, you know, maybe give you a slow and…let's put it this way, fun death, but, well, there is the matter of your wife here—stay down!—" he said this as the woman got up to charge at him. She flew back against the wall, her head making a sickening crack as it hit the wall hard. "And of course, your other two very fine ladies. Anyway. Getting back to our subject of discussion…where was I? Oh, right. You, Miss Pretty, are coming with me. Conscious or unconscious though, hmm…" "Go to hell," the woman spat. The demon laughed. "Been there, done that, to give into a cliche. So ironic, isn't it?" He paused, seeming to consider. "Meh. Unconscious." He snapped his arm out, palm flat out. The woman's head once again impacted with the wall with a very sickening crack, rendering her unconscious. Very swiftly the demon grabbed her arm, ignoring the man's protests and curses as he watched helplessly as his wife was being dragged God-knew-where. The demon walked away, the woman slung over his shoulder unceremoniously. He walked to the doorway of the room, stopping, turning his head back by only a fraction. "Shoot." The gun went off with a bang and everything once again exploded.
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"NO!" Ali screamed, snapping out of the vision.
She jolted out of the trance, taking deep breaths. She glanced at her sister, who was doing the same. They both looked at each other, wide-eyed.
They looked around, unfamiliar with the surroundings. And then everything rushed back to them.
Ali could feel something in the back of her mind, sort of like a door open, the wind blowing into that door. Only in her mind. An intrusion.
And she could feel that Faith felt it, too. Literally feel it.
Oh, hell. She could feel what Faith was feeling. Had she seen…?
"What the hell just happened?" Sam asked, also breathing heavily.
And Ali could also feel…
"Sam?" she asked. Sam not Peter Petrelli. "Sam Winchester?"
Dean paused, looking back. Ali realized that he had pulled over during this. "How the hell did you know that?"
"And…" Faith started. "Dean Winchester?"
"Your parents," Sam whispered.
"Dude, will someone tell me just what the hell is going on, here!" Dean shouted.
It felt as if someone had just slammed a door hard in Ali's face. No, more like in her mind.
"Dean, I had a vision," Sam told him. "I think…we all did."
The vision…
"Turn back!" Faith shouted. "Dean, take the car and turn back, we have to go back!"
"Where?" Dean asked, taking the tone seriously.
"It's a house, a few miles down. We have to get there before the demon." Sam told him.
"Demon?" Dean asked incredulously, his fingers hovering over the steering wheel.
"Just drive!" Ali shouted, which moved him into gear. "We'll explain on the way!"
Dean turned the car around, beginning to go in the other direction.
"We're demon hunters," Ali started quietly. "We live in a small house, my family. Me, Faith, our mom and dad. There used to be more, but…since we were little, Faith and I were different. She could just touch me and we'd be thinking the same thing and I could feel what others were feeling and once in a while thinking…but I've never felt anything like this before, though."
"All three of us were touching," Faith began. "I think that's what happened. I don't know how to explain it."
"So, what happened in this vision thing?" Dean asked, still trying to process the whole 'the hitchhiker-chicks-just-so-happen-to-be-demon-hunters-and-psychics-at-the-same-time' thing.
"My parents…" Ali started. "My mom and my dad were being tortured by the demon. He took our mom and then our dad…we have to stop him."
"I don't get it, though," Faith started. "How come we're so different? Is it from being around demons so much?"
On the way, Sam explained how there were 'gifted' children their age. Ones that had extraordinary powers. He explained the purpose of them, and how the yellow-eyed demon used them against each other in a battle royale. He explained that the others had died, and one was used by the demon. And, after that, Sam and his brother had killed the yellow-eyed demon, once and for all.
"There," Ali pointed to a small wooden house. Dean pulled over to the side of the road, cutting the engine.
They got out, heading cautiously into the dark house.
"Mom?" Faith called out. "Dad?"
Silence. Only a dark and empty house.
"Mom?" Ali called louder. "Dad? It's us!"
"Are you sure it was in the future or whatever?" Dean asked.
"I don't really know," Ali replied. "But I don't think so. There's no blood." She shined a flashlight at the floor.
Ali flipped on a light switch.
And suddenly there were a few clicking sounds as someone cocked a gun.
Two to be precise. Right behind Sam and Dean.
"It's the Winchester boys," the male told the other.
"Good job, girls, bringing them here." the female told them.
"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered. "I hate being set up."
A/N: I hope you liked that so far! It gets a lot better, don't worry:D And, if you like Kingdom Hearts I have a Kingdom Hearts/Supernatural Xover in one of my chapters of Kingdom Hearts III: Unwanted Rebirth. Just to let you know.
Anyway. Please review! I'd love to know what you guys think!