Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter One: This girl, alone.

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It was said to be one of the coldest winters that Bobby had ever had at home, dipping below freezing but all the while, his house had been recently insulated, since the past years had been just as cold. The year was 1990 and this was one of the first Decembers that the house had felt entirely warm. His feet were wrapped up warm in a new pair of woolen socks and the fire was roaring a vivid orange. The house was old, and had remained here even before he had started the salvage yard. Ever since he'd married Karen - it still hurt to think of her, dangerous to think alone - he had called this rusting shack home.

Food was never high on his totem-pole of issues. Mostly Bobby would stop at a truck diner and order the first thing on the menu. It wasn't healthy, his belly blew the grunt of it; but it was sufficient enough for him to get on in life. Home cooked meals were rare and they never did taste as good after Karen had passed. His favorite was the ones that she would make at Christmas time. A good, olden-style roast accompanied with pudding and a good beer, of course. Right now, on a December night that was just passing six pm, he missed his old life.

Bobby sat in front of the fire, on the sofa. The house was painted in a thick coat of salt infused outdoor paint, so it was only here that he could rest safely. His eyes were closed, hands rested gently on this belly, reliving the sad, year beautiful memories that were his alone. From his first kiss to his first car, inside, he smiled at them all until a loud bang echoed through the house. It broke his line of thought and grumpily, he rolled off onto his feet, trudging towards the door.

Again, the banging repeated, in an urgent pattern. Bobby rolled his eyes but picked up his pace when a small shriek could be heard through the walls, just as he picked up his shotgun. Undoing all of the locks on his door, it swung open. He peered into the darkness of the night which was only skirting around the small automatic porch lamp. Snowflakes were quietly falling.

The yard, he thought immediately as he closed the door and stepped down onto the layers of snow that were slowly building up. He loaded the gun and made his way into the maze of cars. He could hear breathing amongst his own. Bobby, unsure of what was here, made his way out into the clearing, just outside of the garage. His rifle was held upwards in his line of sight as he circled.

The shriek came louder, making his jump a little. He almost shot the small figure that came running past.

He swore and lowered his gun. "Sh-"

"aaAAAOOOAAAAARRRRRR!"

Bobby's mind flinched sharply as the guttural growling of a creature he had not yet encountered before emerged from the shadows of the overhead lights. The creature, whatever it was, had taken the form of a human who was possibly once alive, but now, was certainly dead. Only use for it was a vessel, he considered as he readied himself.

The female had a massive gash down the left side of the face that ripped all the way down to her breast, flaunting a bloody red that had inked on her blue jacket. The side of her face that hadn't been butchered was plastered with make-up, a creative contrast that would have suited something out of a movie. Thick lines of sharp teeth ridiculed her face in a mock smile that didn't suit a human face.

It limped first, then lunged forward at Bobby, who shot several bullets into her cranium. It did no use, he realised quickly, then shooting at it's ankles to prevent it from running. The bullets ripped through her feet and the monster collapsed, screaming bloody profanities, most likely, in it's own way. Bobby then opened the garage door and dowsed the, now, crawling monster in petrol and set it alight.

Its dying sounds became horrendous and morphed into something that sounded humanly sonic the more it burned. The body then sat still in the winter snow, still. The burning continued for a minute more, melting the snow around it, and then put itself out, the smell of sizzling flesh lingering.

He let out a massive breath that he didn't even know that he'd held onto. Something unexpected as this always managed to get his heart pumping. And now that he was wide awake on adrenaline, the hunter side of his brain began to start up. He wrapped the body in a blue tarpaulin so that the remains didn't spill everywhere. He then tossed it in the shredder and re-folded the tarp, putting it back in it's cubbyhole in the garage.

Then, he heard the breathing again.

"Who's there?" He called out to no reply. "Com' on out!"

Again, no reply, much to his annoyance. He sighed and searched the entire yard until he came across a trailer filled with scrap metal at the back of the yard, when he heard scuffling. He only managed to catch it as he passed. If it weren't for that, he would've gone straight back inside and to sleep. Bobby shifted down onto his knees and looked under, feeling the wetness of the snow seep through his jeans.

In the far right corner, a pair of blinking blue eyes stared straight back at him, shaking. He held out a beckoning hand. "Come on, nothin's gonna hurt you. It's gone now."

"Gone?" The small voice repeated in a questioning tone and Bobby's eyes widened slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yea, I'm sure girly." He replied, nodding, his hand waving at her to come over to him. "Killed it myself."

For a moment, he was met with a contemplating silence that matched the mood of the night. Then, he heard movement and out from under the trailer, the small child caught him in a big, tight hug. Bobby almost fell back from it but managed to stay sturdy with one hand and with it, he pushed himself out of the crouch and stood, the child still clinging tightly. No older than four or five, he thought.

Her breaths were short and filled with panic, but as they neared the house, they quietly slowed down. Her unruly, brown mop of hair hid her face as she buried it into his plaid shirt. He shut the door and plopped her on her own two feet and then said," Follow me."

She nodded as her eyes roamed, her hands moving up and down the top of her arms. She didn't wear much. Apart from a winter nightgown and cardigan, she had nothing else. From the tiny bruises and cuts on her toes and legs, it felt like she ran here.

"You following or not?" He repeated, indicating into the lounge. "Because there's some food left and a bed for ya."

Her lips curled when he said the 'f' word and quickly on her feet, she followed him like a puppy, through the lounge and into the kitchen. She climbed up on the seat and ate all of the food that was given. He placed a cup of holy water on the table and she drank that up entirely too.

She then fell asleep on the sofa, curled up into a ball in front of the fire. Bobby never really knew how to deal with children, let alone girls. It was a miracle in itself that he had gotten so close to his wife after what had happened with his father. He never wanted that stage in his life and was afraid that it would be repeated. But then again, he wasn't careless. It would have been stupid to leave her out in the cold, to where more of whatever that monster was could get her. But he couldn't look after a child.

He tucked a blanket around her small form and went to bed early, deciding that it would be a problem for the morning.

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It wasn't till very late at night, or rather, very early in the morning that Bobby stirred awake in his own bed. He sniffed and blinked till he realised that the girl had gotten up sometime in the middle of the night and had crawled into his bed, for some reason. Was it because he was someone she felt safe with?

"Balls." He muttered, closing his eyes again.