This is just a little something I threw together a while ago, after a voice in my head refused to show up. It is multiple chapters, so just hang in there till the next one comes around. You know I love you all 3
~ DetenionAce
It was late when Dean and Sam arrived back at the motel. They had just finished a particularly gruesome case involving a heart broken witch and a number if dead people. The clock on the bedside table read 11:40am. Dean groaned as he read the time, throwing his bag down in the floor and collapsing backwards onto the first mattress of the room.
"Dibs on the bathroom!" San called from the doorway, dropping his own stuff on the other bed and taking off in the general direction of the lou. That kid always had too much energy, Dean thought, he always passed it of as 'Access Adrenaline', but Dean believed it was just to annoy him.
As his eyes drifted closed, the only sounds Dean could make out in the room was the muffled tack of water in tile as his brother stepped into the shower, and the soft hill of the wind outside.
SUPERNATURAL/SUPERNATURAL
The sun had not yet risen, much less awoken, when a knock came to the Winchester brother's door. Just two polite knocks, loud enough to be heard, but not so that they disruptive.
Dean was the first to respond to them, his eyelids fluttering softly, but still he did not stir.
The knock came again, louder this time, and Dean opened eyes. All he heard was the drip of a tap someone hadn't turned off and the calm breathing of his brother in the bed next to him. Dean would have passed the sound off as his imagination if it hadn't come again. With a groan he sat up, swinging his legs iced the sure of the bed. The clock told him that he had only had three hours of sleep since the end of the case, just his luck. He stood, not bothering to pull in a shirt, and moved over to the door. Looking through the peephole he saw that there was someone on the other side.
The person there was a man, though more of a boy. He looked around 17, maybe 18, but no older than 20. He was tall, about two inches shorter than Dean. His hair, from what could be seen, was cut a little longer than his own, but not so that it was worse than Sam's. As the boy stood there, dressed in a gray hoodie, dark jeans and converse, he seemed to sense someone looking at him. His head moved upward and his eyes shone through the peephole to meet Dean's.
The first thought in Dean's head was that the eyes were familiar. They reminded him very much of a friend he has lost only a short while ago. A very good friend. The dresses much the same, not in color, for the friends were blue and these green, but in depth. They looked as they could go on forever. Endlessly staring at you, as if reading into your very soul. He had seen eyes like those only once before and too see then again caused a sense of shock to come over the hunter.
He stepped away from the door and was determined to back to bed when a voice rang out. "Don't walk away from things you don't understand Dean, embraced them."
It might have the fact that the stranger knew his name, maybe that he spoke truly, maybe even that the voice seemed familiar to him, whatever it was something made Dean move his hand to the knob and open the door, stepping out of the way to let the newcomer inside.
How do you like them apples?
Sorry, bad reference...Did you enjoy it? I hope you did. Let me know what you think, and if you want more.
A little thing I like to do it ask for answers to questions. Much like...Who do you think the newcomer is? What does he want? How does he know Dean? And anything else you predict. Let me know, and others. 3 you all
~ Detention Ace