Hi there! So this is my first Supernatural fic, so if I miss some things, I'm sorry. Here are some things you should know-
This takes place in about season 4, but it's kind of AU, because there's no "66 seals and Lilith resurrecting Lucifer" and all that jazz.
Castiel will be in this eventually, though, because Destiel is love, Destiel is life.
This story won't be super long, but I think maybe 10 chapters or so?
This story is a dual narrative, meaning that the POV switches between my OC, Ali, and Sam. It will switch off mostly chapter by chapter, and you'll know when the narrative switches.
Please review, it makes my day.
Ok, I'll let you enjoy.
Ali
I could feel the baseline of some pop song thumping out a beat as people cheered and danced around me. I tried to enjoy myself, but parties really weren't my scene. I swayed along with the music until I spotted my boyfriend over the crowd. "Jimmy!" I called, waving my arms. He saw me, smiled, and headed over.
"Hey Ali, can I talk to you?" He spoke quietly, so it was a little difficult to hear him.
"What did you say?" I yelled over the noise, putting a hand to my ear.
"Ali!" He half shouted. "I need to talk to you!"
"Oh, alright," I yelled back, pulling him into a corner of the room that was a little bit quieter. "What's up?"
"Listen," he started. His face was serious, which was odd. Jimmy was a happy person who usually didn't take things too seriously. "I'm sure you know Carrie's predicament..."
Of course I did, almost everyone on campus knew about Carrie Smith, a freshman who got knocked up by some guy. She was at the party, dancing with her friends about twenty yards away from me.
"Of course I do, everyone does. What does that have to do with anything?" I tried to smile and get Jimmy to loosen up. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. He pushed me back down, so I started to pout. "What's gotten in to you?" I asked, frowning.
"The baby is mine," he muttered. It was so quiet, I barely heard him.
"What?" I whispered. What did he mean, 'the baby was his'? He and I had been dating for almost a year! I composed myself. "What do you mean, the baby is yours?"
"It was three months ago," Jimmy tried.
"Three months ago?" I cried. "You've been keeping this from me for three months?" I could feel heat rising in my chest. How could he cheat on me with some little girl? Jimmy and I were art students, he was 25 and I was 24.
"Ali, I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen." He tried to hug me or pat my shoulder or something, but I pulled away. I could see Carrie out of the corner of my eye, her blond curls bouncing as she danced to the beat of a song I didn't recognize. My vison turned red for a moment. She had taken my boyfriend from me, she should be in as much pain as I was.
Suddenly, she stopped dancing and started to scratch at her arms. She scratched and pulled, skin coming off in clumps. She was bleeding, her arms, and now legs, but she just kept scratching. I felt bile in my throat as I reached for my phone, dialing nine one one. Around me, people were screaming and staring.
"Hello, nine one one, what's your emergency?" A woman picked up, sounding unnaturally cheery.
"I'm at a party and this girl is tearing off her skin, I don't know what to do," I spoke into the phone, giving the woman my name and telling her where I was.
"Alrighty," she responded. "An ambulance is on its way."
I had to get out of there, away from the screams, and the blood, and Jimmy. I pushed through the crowd, running towards the exit, and I didn't stop until I was all the way home.
The next morning, I turned on news to see Carrie's face on the screen. A woman in a cheap blouse and too much makeup was talking, so I unmuted the TV.
"Freshman Carrie Smith passed away last evening after a severe skitzofrenic episode. She clawed off her skin, and damaged veins and muscle tissue. She died of blood loss at 11:24 pm."
I turned off the TV and ran to my room. This couldn't be happening. Nothing happens in this town. Why was I so freaked about this? I stared at myself in the mirror. Who was I kidding, I knew why this was getting to me.
I had wanted her to be hurt, and not a moment after I had thought it, she was pulling her skin off. But that couldn't have been me, because that's impossible. Things like that don't happen outside of books and movies, and this was real life. I was human, plain as can be. With one final glance in the mirror, I had assured myself I was just being stupid.
I finished my breakfast and went to get undressed to shower, all the while trying hard not to even look at my TV. Once I had stripped down, I stepped into the shower and turned the knob, feeling the water spray against my back. It was icy cold at first, and my body tensed as a chill ran down my spine, but the water warmed quickly. In a matter of moments, warm water was washing down my body then swirling down the drain.
I do a lot of my thinking in the shower, always have, probably always will. As I de tangled my hair, I thought about Jimmy. Why did he cheat on me? Was I not good enough? I knew I wasn't the prettiest, and I could be kind of weird sometimes, but I wasn't that bad.
I wondered what he'd be thinking about. Did he miss me? Or was he mourning the loss of his slut? I cringed. Since when did I see people as sluts? I've always tried to be a relatively nice person, and Jimmy and I were never really that public about our relationship. For all I knew, she didn't even know Jimmy had a girlfriend.
I turned off the water and stepped out on to my tile floor, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my hair. I grabbed another and wrapped it around the rest of my body, then I went into my room to put my clothes on. I had just pulled my shirt over my head when I heard the doorbell ring.
I stumbled to the front door, pulling my pants up, and opened it up to see two men standing in my doorway. One was very tall, maybe 6'4, with long-ish hair. The other was a little bit shorter, and I wouldn't say he looked mean, but he definitely wasn't the hugs and rainbows type. The taller one stepped forward, puing a paper from his pocket. "Hi, is this the home of an... Aliquam Vendicta?" He squinted at the page, making sure he read it right.
"Yeah, but it's just Ali. Who might you two be?" The other one pulled a badge out of his coat pocket and showed it to me.
"I'm agent Dean Carter, and this is my partner Sam McCartney. We're with the CDC and we'd like to ask you a few questions." I nodded and stepped aside, allowing them to enter my apartment. I lead them over to the couch, and sat down in the chair opposite.
"So why does the CDC want to talk to me?" I said, racking my brain for possible reasons.
"We're here to ask you about Carrie Smith. You were the one who called nine one one last night, correct?" Agent McCartney asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "It was a party and she was dancing, and then all of the sudden, she was scratching like she had the world's worst case of poison ivy."
"Did you know Carrie before last night?" Agent Carter asked, pulling out a notepad.
"No, not personally, but everyone on campus knew who she was. It's not often that a freshman gets pregnant around here," I said, as Agent Carter wrote things down.
"She was pregnant? Do you happen to know who the father was?" Agent McCartney inquired.
I sighed. "My now ex-boyfriend," I sighed again.
"How long have you known about his affair?"
"He told me last night. I was about to leave his sorry ass when Carrie started screaming. I called nine one one, then I went home and threw up." The agents exchanged looks and then turned back towards me.
"So Ali," Agent McCartney started. "Is your name Latin?"
"Yeah, I think," I replied. "My dad named me."
"Do you happen to know what it means?"
"No, not really." I laughed. "I googled it once, but I forget what it was."
Agent Carter started to get up. "We have to go, thank you for your cooperation."
"My pleasure," I said, getting up to escort them to the door. I walked with them down the front hall, watching them leave. once they were out the door, I closed it and twisted the latch.
I walked over to my room where my laptop rested on my bed. What the agents had said made me think. What did my name mean? I opened up my laptop and pulled up google translate. I keyed in my name, then selected Latin to English. I squinted down at my laptop, making sure I was seeing it properly. Aliquam Vendicta means Successful Revenge. I groaned. Leave it to my dad to name me 'successful.'
I didn't remember much about my dad, he left when I was a baby. He didn't say anything to me or my mother, but we woke up one morning and he was just... gone. My mother never talked about him, so I didn't know that much about him.
I clicked out of the tab with google translate and saw that I had netfilx open. I glanced up at my clock, checking the time. It was a little past noon. I didn't have anywhere to be for three and half hours. I looked back down at my screen. I smiled, then proceeded to watch four episodes of some soap opera.
In said soap opera, there was a girl named Delilah. She was trying to make it in Los Angeles as an actress, but it was very difficult on her. The only thing that kept her going was writing back home to her boyfriend, Chad. In the second episode, Delilah gets a job as an extra on some obscure TV show she's never heard of, but she has a lot of fun doing it. She makes a friend named Craig. In the next episode, Delilah starts falling for Craig, even though Chad still thinks they're together. And in the fourth episode, Chad comes to visit, only to find that Delilah and Craig are on a date.
After the fourth episode, I stretched and closed the laptop. I needed to get to the grocery store to pick up some pie or something because it was my mother's birthday. I was due over at her house around four, and the grocery store was on my way.
About ten minutes later, I arrived outside of the lamest grocery store in all of America. I walked inside, grabbing a green plastic shopping basket as I went. I looked up at the signs in front of the aisles (there was a grand total of six) to know where the desserts were. Once I had located the desserts, I stared in horror at the selection.
There was a blackberry and banana pie, a package of expired cookies, and a box of lemon squares. I grabbed the box and headed for the checkout, where a bored-looking employee stood. I dropped the box on the counter and pulled out my wallet. The checker worked slowly, as if she were moving through maple syrup. Not the natural, thin kind, but the thick, sugary fake stuff, like Aunt Jemima or Hungry Jack.
I sighed. "Could you hurry it up a bit please?" I asked, subconsciously checking my watch.
"Excuse me, princess," the woman said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
"Listen," I tried to reason. "I'm not trying to be rude, but I've got somewhere I need to be in ten minutes, and you're moving like a tortoise!"
"Golly, I didn't mean to hold you up on your way to the ball," she dead panned. I scowled. I hated this grocery store.
A few more excruciating minutes later, the tortoise woman was finally done, and I snatched up my bag and jogged out of the store. Once I had gotten back to my car, I realized I was almost out of gas, so I had to drive over to the gas station which was about five minutes out of my way. When I finally reached my mom's house, it was 4:30.
I rang the doorbell, feeling guilty. My mom was probably all alone, which is an awful thing to be on your birthday. I twiddled my thumbs for about twenty seconds, until my mother opened the door. "Ali! Come on in, Jeffery can't wait to meet you!"
"Huh? Who's Jeffery?" I asked, trying to recall someone with that name, but drawing a blank.
"Oh, he's my boyfriend. You'll love him." My mother smiled, leading me to the kitchen, where she took the lemon squares, and put them in the fridge.
"Woah woah woah," I said. "Since when did you have a boyfriend?"
"Since about three months ago. Come on, you've got to meet him." She lead me to the sitting room where a middle-aged man and a young teenager sat, talking about football. "Jeffery, Kyle, I'd like you to meet Ali, my daughter. Ali, this is Jeffery and his son, Kyle."
Jeffery stood, and put out his and to shake. "Hi, I'm Jeffery, nice to meet you."
I shook his hand, but said nothing. The rest of the evening passed in a daze, filled with small talk, board games, hugs, and lemon squares. By the time Jeffery had left, I was ready to get out of there myself. "It was great seeing you again," I said, hugging my mom.
"I missed you, Ali," My mom said, hugging me back. "Come visit me, okay?"
"Sure thing," I smiled as I walked out the door.
As I drove home, I thought about my mom and Jeffery. I may not like Jeffery all that much, but he made my mom happy, and that was all that really mattered.
I got home, and even though it was late, I wasn't tired. I sat down on my couch and turned on the TV, watching some cartoon about a cat that was conjoined with a dog. It made no sense, how could the animals use the restroom? They had no back-end, they were just a torso and a torso with heads. I was about to change the channel when I felt something hit my head, and everything went black.
I woke tied to a chair, in the middle of some chalk design. I looked up to see the CDC agents, staring at me. "What the hell?" I struggled against the rope. "Why am I tied to a chair? Are you two even CDC agents?"
The shorter one laughed. "Nope, but you're not who you say you are either." He splashed some water in my face, but it stung like hand sanitizer on a paper cut.
"Ouch, what's in that water?" I said, my eyes watering. Some of that liquid got in my eyes and it was starting to sting.
"It's holy water," said the taller one. "Don't you know that?"
"Holy water?" I fumed. "Are you two crazy? Why are you in my house?" I was half-shouting.
The shorter one slapped me. "Don't play dumb, we know what you are."
"Really? Please, enlighten me. Because this whole time, I've thought I was human, but if two strangers say it isn't so, then I must be something else. I am human, dipshits. Now untie me and let me go, and I just might not call the police!"
"You're not human," the taller one said, stepping forward.
"Then what the hell am I?" I said.
"A vengeance demon," the taller one spoke again.
"What in god's name is a vengeance demon?" I cried.
"I've had enough of this, Sam, do your freaky magic thing." The shorter one stepped back as the taller one, Sam, held his hand out, splaying his fingers apart. He closed his eyes and concentrated, but nothing happened.
"Are you two delusional? There's no such thing as magic, demons, or whatever else is running through your heads."
"Dean," Sam whispered. "It's not working."
"What do you mean, it's not working?" Dean demanded.
"It's not a possession, that girl is a demon."
"No," I said again. "I'm human."
"If you're human," Sam started. "Then why did the holy water sting, why is it that moments after you found out your boyfriend was cheating, the girl he cheated with goes insane?"
"I..." I try to think of a reason, but I can't. "That wasn't me! I don't know what happened, I just... I'm human, that's all I am." I wasn't saying it to then anymore, I needed to reassure myself. I'm human, I'm human, I repeat in my head. I'm human.