Water and Wind
As you all know: I (sadly) don't own Sam or Dean, all rights belong to the CW.
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first multi-chapter fanfic! I hope you'll like it!
Set somewhere in season 2, when the boys still are more optimistic ;D
Also English isn't my first language, so please be nice ;) And reviews are loved!
Big thanks to LiviaNoble for editing this!
So, let's get started, shall we? :D
Jack stretched his sore back while he kept an eye on the net which dove through the water behind his small boat. "Getting too old for this" he groaned and lowered himself onto the rail. The last few days had been rough, the constant heat and the sorrow for his daughter finally took their toll. He grabbed his beer bottle and took a swing, inwardly wishing for something stronger.
Just as he turned around to look back to the shoreline, a shadow caught his eyes and his head whipped around, searching the water for something that didn't belong there. After a minute of careful watching he shook his head and settled back down again. Suddenly and without a warning the boat gave a hard rock that sent him straight to the ground, spilling his beer all over the place. "What the …" He cursed, but before the last word could leave his lips, a wave hit the side of the boat while grey clouds seemed to darken the blue sky.
The Mist splashed into the boat and with every new wave the wind seemed to pick up till finally a full-blown storm sent him gasping and spitting through every new load of water delivered straight to his face. Even through it got harder to breathe with every second, suddenly all his attention was focused on the blurry figure of a woman, standing at the other end of the boat, watching him. She seemed to be part of the waves and wind, her long black hair waving in the storm while the water washed around her feet. Her body was covered by a white dress which seemed to move and twist around her body like breaking waves, forming swirls and waves around all the delicate forms of her well-shaped body. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was shouting at him to keep it together but was quickly silenced by an overwhelming desire as he reached out into her direction, totally blind to his surroundings and the insane and horrifying smile that now deformed her beautiful features.
When she reached out her hands in his direction, his eyes registered the deep scars were her fingers were supposed to be, but he was already too far gone to even feel the slightest doubt about her as he tried to make his way over to her.
He stumbled as a strong blast hit him and was thrown into her direction as a wave took him in the back, slamming his body into her. But instead of feeling the hard impact with her body, he was thrown right through her, and the feeling of hitting a wall of water with full speed shook him out of his trance just in time to feel himself flying over the rail into the dark, merciless whipping waves. With all his remaining strength he took hold of the rail, fear ripping through him as her face appeared above him, now no longer lovely but contorted and furious looking. A raw scream ripped itself from his throat as a burning pain shot up his arm, banning every thought out of his mind but the need to make it stop. His eyes caught sight of what seemed to be a paddle, just as the creature slammed it down onto his already smashed fingers, forcing another blood-curling cry out of him.
The last thing he felt before the darkness finally took him away was the snapping feeling of his own bones breaking under the sheer force of her well placed hits.
Chapter One
"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean groaned and tried to hide his head under his pillow but was suddenly stopped when his blanket was yanked away. He shot upright but regretted it a moment later when his head felt like it was splitting in half. He slapped a hand over his eyes to shield them from the too-bright sunlight but then lowered it again to glare at his little brother who stood at the end of his bed, the blanket and in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other. "Gimme'" he croaked and stretched his hand in the direction of the hot liquid that promised to take away the sick feeling in his stomach and the pain in his head.
"First, quit whining and get up" Sam announced with an amused chuckle about his brothers longing expression. He set the coffee at the table and sat down across from it. "Stubborn Bitch" Dean murmured under his breath as he slowly made his way over to the small table. "What was that?" Sam asked and pulled the coffee back into his direction. "Nothing" Dean snapped when he sank into the uncomfortable chair and grabbed the cup in both his hand. "Good for you" sounded the answer from behind a stack of papers and a newspaper.
After a minute of enjoying the coffee Dean finally spoke up. "You already looking for a new job?" "Yeah" Sam answered and peered over the edge of the paper he was momentary reading. "Think I found us something. I'll tell you about it at breakfast. I saw a dinner just…" he stopped talking when he realized the slightly green color Deans face had turned into. "Dude, stop talking about eating of I promise, I will puke straight into your face!" Dean groaned and swallowed hard, the thought of food for once not making his mouth watering but his stomach roll painfully.
For the sake of Deans suffering expression, Sam tried to hide the grin that tugged at his lips "Hey, it's not my fault you let yourself get drunk with some chic yesterday!" he defended himself. When his brothers' face turned even greener he took pity of him and sighted. "Okay grumpy, let's go anyway, the fresh air will help clear your head." Even if the thought of eating still didn't please Dean, he knew from lots of experience that his brother was right. So ten minutes later they left their cheap motel room and headed into the direction of a small dinner a few blocks away.
When they reached "Lucy's' Diner", Dean finally felt good enough to not-puke, so they entered the comfy looking Diner. The first thing Sam noticed was the huge display, filled with all kinds of pie. He shot a glance at his brother who seemed to have totally forgotten his earlier misery and was now almost drooling at the sight of the options.
A friendly and motherly looking woman in her mid-forties guided them to a table at the window and took their order. After she left, Sam took out his laptop and booted it up "So, thing I was talking about earlier…" he snapped his fingers in front of Deans face to get his attention away from the pie "I think I found us a job a few states over, in an old fishing village. The last few weeks, bodies started to turn up, all drowned fisherman." He looked up at his brother who leaned back in his bench "And? I don't see why that's our kind of job" "Let me finish. So, every few days a new body is found on the beach. And now it comes: All of them are missing their fingers on the right hand." Dean frowned "I still don't…" "Dean" Sam interrupted "We already looked into less. And we don't have anything else to do, so what are the odds?" "Alright, alright Samantha, calm down. We will check it out. How could I say no to a few days at the beach with hot chics?" Dean said and smirked at the Bitchface Sam shot him.
"Here is your food, honey." The waitress said and set the plates in front of them. Sam gave her a thankful smile and glared at his brother who was already stuffing half of his pie at once into his mouth.
"Dude, this is awesome!" Dean informed Sam while he tried to swallow the mass of cream and cherry, crooking an eyebrow at his little brothers disgusted expression. At that, Sam turned his attention to his own English breakfast and shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. After a few more bites he put it to the side and … in his bag till he found a map. He studied it intently and then broke the silence "Okay, I think we can be there in about eight hours" he informed Dean "It's not that far, but we should get going soon if we want to arrive before night" "Yeah, Yeah" came the response "And now eat your rabbit food, college boy, so we can get on the road after I take a leak" Dean said and disappeared into the restrooms. Sam sighed but slowly made his way through his breakfast. When Dean reappeared they paid and a few minutes later the black Chevy Impala took off onto the road, heading south, leaving nothing behind but a thick cloud of dust.