SADLY I DONT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR HARRY POTTER!
Have you ever been afraid of the monster under your bed or the thing in your closet
Have you ever been afraid of the monster under your bed or the thing in your closet? When you cried to your parents about it did they give you that smile full of understanding then say 'There is no such thing as monsters'? Perhaps they checked under your bed and inside the closet, just to put you at ease, and didn't find anything but an old pair of sneakers? This mistake is not hard to make do to the fact that most people have no idea what they are looking for, but it can have deadly effects.
There are a few people out there who know the signs of monsters and, more importantly, they know how to kill them. I don't mean the makers of those paranormal websites either, most of them wouldn't no a ghost if it jumped out in front of them and yelled "Looky here, I'm a ghost". No, these people don't get into the spotlight, these people call themselves Hunters. Now a lot of them have lost loved ones at the hands, or claws, of these beasts and are out for revenge or to protect others from meeting the same fate. There are some who would just as soon kill an innocent human if they got in their way.
There is one family, in particular, who is very good at what they do and they save a lot of lives doing it, but it has come at a price. Almost a year ago the father, John Winchester, died leaving his children to continue without him. The oldest, Dean Winchester, at 27 has already been hunting for more than 14 years. The middle child, Sam, started hunting again after his girlfriend was killed by the same demon that killed his mother. Then the youngest, Shiloh, was the only girl in the family. This is their adventure and story.
*Shiloh's PoV*
"Sammy!" I yelled as soon and I got into our hotel room. 'Damn it, Dean, your so fuckin' stupid' "Sammy!"
"What?" He groaned from his spot on the floor on the far side of the room. He had a hangover from hell after having a few to many beers at the bar last night, which was why Dean had gone with me instead; big mistake.
"Get up, now! We have to go get Dean!" I said hurriedly as I gathered up some clothes for him to wear. "Here put those on."
"...What do you mean we have to go get Dean?" He asked tiredly, he still hadn't gotten up or opened his eyes.
"The siren got him." I whispered, tears were threatening to fall. Not from fear or sadness, I knew we'd get him back, but from anger, I was going to shoot the bitch and then kick Dean's ass into next Friday for being so stupid. Sam opened his eyes, squinting a little at the brightness of the light, and sat up a little; he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"What?"
"Damn it, your never getting smashed again Sammy, it makes you stupid." I told him "Dean, our big brother, got himself snatched by the siren, you know bird-lady." Sammy's big brown eyes got even bigger.
"When did this happen?" He asked, the tone sounded of disbelief. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"While you were getting your beauty rest, now MOVE IT!" I yelled the last part and he winced. He stated getting up so he could get dressed, the blanket shifted, and I saw something I really didn't need, or want, to see. I closed my eyes quickly "Dude, cover up, your going to give me nightmares." I mean it's not like I've never seen it before, but it wasn't exactly something I wanted to see from one of my brothers.
I heard him cuss, grab the cloths, and run into the bathroom.
"HURRY UP SAMMY!"
... As I drove, Sammy 'let' me drive do to his still having a hangover, I reviewed everything in my head.
Sirens are like a mix between a woman and a bird, kind of like a shape-shifter, who lures men into their nests with their seductive voices as they search for a perfect 'mate'. Most of the time she ends up killing and eating the rejected mates. They get extremely jealous if her mate loves another woman. It doesn't have to be the romantic type either; mother-son, father-daughter, friend-friend, or brother-sister love will enrage her. She'll make her mate kill the woman, or girl, as a sort of test to let her know how much the man loves her. This was actually what we were planning on. While I distracted Dean, Sammy is going to go after the Siren using silver bullets, the only thing that'll kill them. Piece of cake, right?
Not really, because the more the mate cares about you the more the Siren makes him hate you. Also, Dean is a lot bigger than me. So yeah, I'm in for a lot of fun huh?
We turned left on a mountain trail that went close to were we thought the Siren's lair was. As we were driving down the dirt road, that little light bulb in my brain went off, signaling an idea.I turned the radio off to tell Sammy.
"Hey, Sammy, instead of ear plugs why don't you use my I-pod?" I asked as I fished through my messenger bag.
"Why would I need to?" He asked his brain was still not fully there yet. 'Because I doubt I'll be able to keep up with Dean all by myself, I've got no chance if both of you come after me.' I thought, but I'd say something like that the day hell started serving banana-cherry popsicles.
" Because, you have to shoot Bird Butt and you really won't feel like doing that if she seduces you. You'll either want to fuck her or kill me" Or both.
"Language Shi" Sammy said sternly. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, here." II handed over my black i-pod."Break it and I'll try you to a tree and use you for bow practice." Now it was Sammy's turn to roll his eyes. I stopped the car because the weeds were thick so we'd have to walk the rest of the way. Sammy got out and opened the trunk while I turned the car off. I took a deep breath, to help me settle down, and then joined him...
~*Dean's PoV*~
The last thing I remembered before waking up on a large bed draped in black silk was Shiloh screaming for me to watch out and then something hitting me in the head. I looked around the candlelit room for any traces of where I was. The amber light revealed a bathtub big enough for a nice party, a large floor length mirror, and directly infront of me was a door. I could smell vanilla and something else I didn't recognize, but it smelled good. I then noticed all I was wearing was a pair of blue jeans. 'Oh, hell' I thought 'I distinctly remember being fully clothed not that long ago' But my thoughts were broken into by the door knob turning. In walked the voluptuous figure of a woman. The candlelight illuminated tawny skin, raven hair, amber eyes that glowed a little, full pouty lips, luscious curves, and long legs. She wasn't wearing much either, just a thigh length white dress. At the sight of her I could have sworn I heard a few brain cells die.
"You are awake." Her sultry voice would have been a hit on phone sex hotlines, but that wasn't my main focus. "How are you Dean?" 'How does she know my name?' I thought. Her lips parted slightly as she smiled, and my blood rushed southward away from my brain. 'What's wrong with me? I'm acting like a virgin.' "I know a lot about many things, my sweet." Her head tilted to the side slightly. "Would you like to hear me sing? I'm very good." 'That was random.' I would have said no, but for some reason I couldn't. A voice in my head told me she was dangerous, but that voice was getting harder and harder to hear as she started to sing. Her voice was so soft, so beautiful, and so mesmerizing. She only sung for about a minute, but it was like she had hypnotized me with not only her voice, but her eyes as well. When she stopped she moved closer to me, gazing from my eyes to my lips. "What do you think, my love?" She asked when she was only a fraction of an inch away.
"Wonderful" I heard myself whisper. She kissed me softly barely brushing her lips to mine. When she pulled away she was grinning devilishly I probably looked like an idiot. I felt, I don't know really, weird, maybe, like a warm heat was filling me. I wanted to laugh, if Shi found out I'd had a warm, fuzzy moment she'd make fun of me for the rest of my life. The women's smile fell and there was now a hard, mean look in her eyes.
"Do you love me, darling?" She questioned. Before I could stop myself I answered.
"Yes" My head had gone warm and fuzzy too now.
"Would you do anything for me?" She asked. "Would you kill for me, love?" She started hissing my neck and I groaned.
"Yes!" I moaned when she found the sensitive spot behind my left ear. "Anything."
"Would you kill your sister for me?" She asked as she straddled me and continued to kiss my neck.
"What?" A tiny shard of a brain cell returned.
"Do you love me enough to kill your sister for me?" She asked licking her lips seductively. At that a few more brain cells came back to life.
"What? No, I.—" The woman cut off my protest with a mind-blowing, impassioned kiss, it made me dizzy, or maybe that was the red fog that settled in front of my eyes. It made me feel mad, madder than I'd ever felt in my whole life, and somehow all the stuff that had gone wrong in my life was Shiloh's fault.
"You hate her, my love" It wasn't a question, but a statement, and she was smiling again as she kissed a trail to my ear. "Kill her and all your sadness, all your pain, all your fear and all your troubles will be over." Her tongue darted artfully into my ear and groaned. "And then you can stay with me…now tell me, want are you going to do?"
"I will kill Shiloh"
"Good" She said viciously, her golden eyes gleaming with delight…
I hope you like it. Its one of those ideas that have floated in my head for ....forever. I just resent was able to get it on the computer. Anyway comment or message, plz! I LOVE feed back.
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