Hey guys! Here's my third story for Fan Fiction. Thanks for all my reviews on my first two stories, Premonition and Inner demon. This is a pre-second season story, just so you know.
POWER
The phone on the nightstand next to Sam's bed began to ring. Sam groaned and rolled over to get it. It was five o' clock in the morning. Dean could sleep through a war, Sam thought as he grabbed the phone and opened it.
"Hello?" Sam asked as he sat up in bed.
"Hey, Sam, this is Ash." Came the response on the other end. Sam was surprised, he hadn't heard from Ash in a long time. Not since just after his dad died.
"Ash? Hi, is something wrong?" Asked Sam curiously. He knew that if Ash was calling, it had to be for a good reason.
"No, no, I just thought you might want to know your little town there is a major hot spot for demons." Ash replied. "My GPS demon tracker was going nuts this morning." Sam remembered when Dean and Sam had gotten his help in tracking a demon before, and he had set up a tracking device in a matter of hours. Ash might be a drunk, but he's a genius. But, why would a little town in the city of Chicago be a hot spot for anything paranormal? Well, they've dealt with, and seen it all before.
"Wait, how do you know where me and Dean are?" Asked Sam.
"We're demon hunters man, not to mention me and Ellen are runin' the place where demon hunters come to talk business." Ash replied. "Things get around, especially about the Winchester brothers." Sam remembered when he and Dean went to Ellen after their dad had died because she had called his cell, apparently knowing him. Ellen also had a stubborn daughter, Joe, who had insisted on helping kill the demon they were after and Ash had tracked. An amused Dean and frustrated Sam wound up saving her from this demon. A while ago, Ellen had reported that she was fighting demons on her own now. As guilty as Sam felt, her mother couldn't choose her path for her…
Dean was awake now, looking at Sam with arched eyebrows. "Who is it?" Dean asked. Sam waved a hand to hush him.
"So, how big a hot spot we talking here?" Sam asked.
"It depends on what you call big, I'd call this catastrophic." Ash replied, half-laughing.
"How many?" Sam asked.
"As an estimation, probably a dozen. Unfortunately, I can tell just by their weird patterns that they are possessing humans. They look like they're conspiring or something. All I can tell you is to either kill em' and get out, or just get out."