The Crew and The Supernatural
Disclaimer: Okay, so we both totally do NOT own Supernatural, althoughsometimes we wish we did.
a/n: This story is co written. I wrote this with my best friend in the whole wide world, MonikaLou, so there's no way that I'm taking credit for her marvelous writing, because that is just so wrong people! I may be totally jealous of her descriptiveness, but we worked together on this and it was a joint effort. Love you forever, MonikaLou and all you dedicated readers! Bellbird xoxo
Chapter 1
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The school was filled with kids pushing to get to their lockers. Mel and Mon pushed through the corridors and reached their lockers, throwing flustered looks to each other. They then made their way out to their friends.
"How was history?" Mon asked Elmo. Mel had started eating her lunch, listening.
"Well, we heard that Geelong Jail is haunted. Pretty cool huh? We're thinking about maybe sneaking in tomorrow night. See if the rumors about bloody corpses are real!" Elmo watched as Mel grimaced and stopped eating.
"Yeah. You wanna come?" Tom piped up, slowly munching on his roll.
"Isn't that…illegal?" Mel asked, whispering the word like it was forbidden.
"So? Come on, it'll be fun. Besides, it's totally abandoned and we're just there to check it out. Have some fun for once in your life!" Tom admonished, making hand gestures and swinging his roll around so that a piece of cheese flew out and landed on Mon's jumper.
"Well, alright." Mon said, picking the cheese off and throwing it at Tom.
"But if we get caught, you are SO taking the blame!" Mel added. Elmo smiled.
"Alright. Meet Tom, Will, Mike, Jared and me out at the West Entrance at 10:30pm, tomorrow night."
Mel turned to Mon.
"I can't believe we're doing this."
Mon grinned crookedly.
"Me neither."
MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA…
"Come on, Dean. Don't be a sissy. Get on the plane. Nothing's gonna happen!" Sam tried to persuade his brother to walk on. Dean glared at him and dug his hands deep into his thigh pockets.
"Na-uh! No after last time. No way." Dean paced back and forth at the terminal gates. He stopped and pointed an accusing finger at his baby brother.
"When you said we were going for a surprise, this NOT what I expected!"
Sam sighed.
"Look Dean. You'll be fine. And don't worry, Bobby said he'd look after the Impala." Dean's face registered shock.
"WHAT?!" Sam smiled and reached for his brother.
"I'll hold your hand…"
"Dude, get off me!" Dean ripped his hand from his brother's, looking around nervously. "People will think that we're gay!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Dean, you're being a pussy."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Listen to yourself! You sound like a three year old!" Sam shouted, annoyed. Dean pouted as Sam turned on the puppy dog eyes.
"Sam…"
"Dean…Who's supposed to protect me?"
Dean's face relaxed.
"Fine. I'll go, but on one condition." Dean picked up his cell phone which he'd dropped with his shaking fingers.
"Yes?" Sam looked delighted.
"DON'T hold my hand." Dean bumped past Sam and walked onto the plane. Sam laughed and followed.
Dean sat beside Sam and tried to relax. Sam could tell this as Dean's knees were bouncing up and down and he was humming Metallica again. Then abruptly, he stopped and started to fiddle with his belt buckle.
"So, where are we going again?" he asked nervously.
"Australia, Victoria. We're landing in Melbourne and then going on a hunt in Geelong. Apparently, Geelong has a lot of haunted areas." Sam flicked an exasperated look at his brother.
"Sit back Dean. It's gonna be a long flight."
"Long?" Dean asked, childlike and innocent.
"15 hours." Sam smiled and put on his sleeping eye mask. Dean started to panic and he tried to undo his seat belt but it wouldn't budge. Sam chuckled.
"No use, Dean my boy. It's childproof."
The girls walked around to the West entrance. They could see five figures waiting and one pointed their flashlight at them. Mel, blinded, stumbled and Mon caught her.
"Oi! Turn 'em off!" she growled, balancing Mel. They heard Mike chuckle and his light went off. Mon and Mel reached their friends.
"Well, can we go in? It's freezing out here!" Mel whimpered, shivering against the icy wind. Mon shifted her feet and poked Elmo. He grunted and then shrugged.
"Alright. In we go…" Jared muttered to Mel. Mon and Mel gripped each other's hands tightly, as the old stone jail loomed above them.
The five boys and two girls walked inside; the girls bringing up the rear. They jumped a rotten fence reading 'KEEP OUT', and their footsteps echoed as they walked deeper into the jail. They snuck around, guided only by the light of their flickering torches. It was eerie and Mel had a bad feeling looming in the pit of her stomach.
"Mon, I don't like this." Mel whispered in her friend's ear. Mon squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Me neither, but it'll be alright. We'll stay close and we'll be fine, okay?"
Mel nodded and then screamed, falling to the ground as a massive spider web wrapped around her face. Mon jumped and turned to Mel. She was sobbing as she scratched her face manically.
"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" She cried and Mon helped her up, picking the web off her face.
"Don't move." Mon whispered. Mel whimpered, shaking as Mon flicked the whitetail from Mel's hair onto the floor. It scuttled away and Mon looked around.
"Oh damn." She whispered, and Mel composed herself enough to speak.
"What?! What?!"
Mon turned to Mel.
"We lost the crew."
"Jared?! Mike?! Tom?! Elmo?! Will?! Guys?! Guys?! Very funny!" Mon and Mel called out.
"Mon, we're lost and by ourselves!" Mel whispered angrily. Mon nodded and then whispered back.
"Let's find them. And quickly."
Mel fell into step beside Mon, as they slowly proceeded along the stone hallways. The empty cells made whistling sounds and the girls hurried faster.
"Hey, look! It's the infirmary!" Mon whispered excitedly. Mel swallowed.
"The sick bay?"
"Yup. They might be hiding in there." Mon said and they walked up to the viewing slat in the heavy metal door.
Inside was a large chair, not unlike a dentist chair, and there was a wax person tied to it. Well…it looked like a wax person. It even had a slow beating of the heart and its chest rose slowly as if it was breathing. Behind it was another wax doll, dressed in a nurse's uniform, holding a bloody scalpel. Mel shivered.
"I'd hate to get medical attention here." Mon nodded, agreeing.
Both girls screamed as the body in the seat and the one standing, snapped their heads over to the girls standing by the door. They hissed and Mel and Mon shrieked as the one standing, lurched towards them, stopping short as the metal latch was locked. It hissed and poked its fingers through the metal bars around the door, blood dripping from its teeth.
The one tied to the chair howled in anger, ripping at its bindings, but it was unable to get free to attack.
"Mon! What the hell is this place?!" Mel cried and Mon looked shocked. They backed away from the door and heard a long, drawn out growl from behind them. They turned very slowly around, coming face to face with another of the crazy 'wax' figures. Except, this one was DEFINITELY not wax. It was a real life person, yellow coloured, bloody and angry, with black eyes. To make matters worse, it was holding an axe.
Mon and Mel clutched each other and shrank to the ground as the axe came down. Mon pulled Mel out of the way; the blade barely missing them. There was a loud gunshot. The person's head practically exploded, spraying the cell door behind them with a bloody red paint.
"If we ever get outta here, remind me to thank you for saving my life." Mel panted to Mon.
Mon and Mel whimpered as the two men came out of the darkness, each brandishing a shot gun.
The taller of the two, looked significantly younger and he crouched down in front of them. He flicked his eyes which were a soft chocolate brown, from Mon to Mel, before they rested on Mel.
"You girls okay?" He asked kindly, before the other man interrupted.
"What the HELL are you two doing here?! Are you trying to get yourselves killed?!" He snapped, his hazel eyes reflecting anger.
"We decided to have a beach party here!" Mon snapped back, sarcastically. Mel looked deep into the eyes of the younger man, both of them unaware of the raging argument occurring between the others.
"Yeah. And I'm your Prince Charming!" the other man snapped.
"You certainly don't look like one! I thought they were supposed to be… well… handsome!" Mon lied through her teeth.
"Well, you don't look like the Princess I'm supposed to be saving, kid!"
"No surprise there, genius, coz I'm wearing jeans. Not a dress, but jeans, jerkweed!" Mon argued.
"Hey. I'm not the one who's tramping through an abandoned jail…"
"OI! Cut the fairytales and both of you, SHUT UP!" Mel yelled, and there was a sudden silence. Both Mon and the older man looked ashamed of themselves.
"Okay. Let me start introductions." The younger man said. "I'm Sam Winchester. This is Dean, my big brother." Dean nodded, but looked away uncomfortably.
Mel smiled at Sam.
"Well, I'm Mel and over there, with the potty mouth, is Mon." Mon waved, embarrassed.
"Okay. So, what ARE you doing here?" Sam asked eyes for no one but Mel.
"Our friends made us come here with them and then we lost them." Mel explained while Mon looked apologetically at Dean. He gave a small smile in return.
"Right, we have to get you girls out of here." Dean said, and Mon shook her head.
"Not until we find our friends." Mon said sternly. Dean sighed.
"Fine. Just stay close." Sam ordered and Mel practically walked pressed up against him. Sam had also slowed considerately so that she could walk next to him. Mon rolled her eyes, but jumped as Dean fired another shot.
"Geez! Could you please warn me next time you're about to do that?!" Mon shouted, startled. Dean smirked.
"They're not humans. They're zombies." Sam explained and Mel gulped.
"Guys…we have a problem." Mon squeaked and the Winchesters turned to her.
"What?" Sam asked and Mon gestured around.
They were standing at an intersection of corridors, and at the end of each branch was at least 5 zombies, all slowly making their way towards them, dragging axes or pipes, one even brandishing a katana.
"Oh sugar… Kill me now." Mel whimpered. Mon grabbed her hand as Dean and Sam began to pick off zombies, one after the other.
Then there was a blinding flash of light; a blue circle appeared in mid air and a figure clad in black, tumbled out of it. The man in black straightened and took in the situation in a second. He pulled out a massive sword and joined the battle, mowing down the zombies one after another.
His blonde hair flew out at different angles and then the battle was over; bloody corpses littering the floor.
Instantly, Dean turned the gun on the blonde as he turned the massive sword on Dean, pointing it at his throat.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Sam yelled as he stepped between the two men, only to be pulled back by Dean.
"Sammy. Stay back." Dean growled and Sam stepped behind him, but he did it hesitantly.
"Drop your sword, or I'll shoot you." Dean threatened and the girls watched, frozen to the spot as the blonde didn't even flinch.
"Stop guys. Stop!" Mon yelled and stepped into the line of Dean's shotgun, shielding the blonde new comer with her body.
"Put the gun down." She ordered Dean. He snarled as he pulled the gun up and away. Mon nodded and turned to the blonde man, astonished by what she saw.
Faintly, she felt Mel move past her to hide behind Sam, but she had eyes only for the man in front of her.
The man had stylishly blonde hair; it stood up at all angles as if he had just gotten out of bed and rubbed his head. His face was thin and pale and his eyes were amazingly blue with a green tinge around the pupil. He wore all black and his sword held easily at his side, considering it was three quarters of his body weight. His bare muscled arms rippled as he sheathed his sword, only looking at Mon. He then spoke in an incredibly deep voice.
"Where am I? I'm not in Midgar anymore, am I?"
"No, you're not. You're in Geelong."
"What happened? Last thing I remember, I was trying to avoid Yuffie, and then I was here." He explained, bewildered.
"I don't know what happened, but we'll figure it out soon. You just have to help us." Mon promised. The man frowned but nodded.
"Okay…weird…" Dean muttered, slightly jealous of the subtle chemistry between Mon and the new comer.
"I'm Mon." Mon said. The man nodded.
"I'm…"
"Cloud Strife, I know." Mon said uncontrollably. Cloud raised his eyebrows, but nodded.
"CLOUD STRIFE?! As in from Final Fantasy?!" Mel cried out.
"Yes Mel. He's from a video game."
TBC… in the second chapter! Lol.