This piece will be 31 chapters in length, nearly all of which being one-shots. It was a tumblr meme I stumbled across a long time ago and started, but never finished. And since I'd taken such a hiatus from writing any fanfiction, I thought this was a good way to ease back into the water, so to speak. Each chapter will feature a different supernatural being or creature and some chapters will reference episodes of the show.
Apart from the occasional curse word and mention of injuries, this will be rated K+. The usual disclaimer about Supernatural and its characters not belonging to me and that I make no profit from any of this applies.
Chapter One: The Banshee
The banshee (in Irish folklore) is a spirit in the form of a wailing woman who appears to or is heard by members of a family as a sign that one of them is about to die.
He first heard the scream as he lost consciousness in the back of the Impala.
Sam was driving them to the hospital and the two of them were yelling at each other in the front seat, as they always did and as fiercely as ever. John was berating Sam for not using the Colt to kill him and take care of their demon problem. Sam, in turn, was trying to explain he didn't have it in him to kill John and there had to be another way to do this, raising his voice to try and talk over his father. Dean grinned darkly; Sam should know better than to try and talk over Dad. He'd lost every time he'd tried- no one could yell like John Winchester.
As they continued arguing, Dean glanced out at the window at the stars up in the sky and thought for a moment and decided he was on Sam's side. He wouldn't have had the stones to shoot his father, either. It's the reason he'd begged Sam not to and he'd be damned if he was going to feel guilty for doing that. Dad didn't need to die to solve this. Saving Dad was all that mattered because he was the one who could get this done- the one who could take out the bastard that killed Mom.
Sam swerved the car after he'd turned to yell at John again and Dean cringed at the sudden movement, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. His internal organs felt like mashed potatoes and whenever his heart beat it actually hurt; whatever the YED had done had nearly killed him and he was having some serious trouble breathing. He was trying so hard not to panic that he barely noticed the blood continuing to ooze down his chin as a piercing shriek nearly ruptured his ear drums.
He forced his eyes open and looked around, trying to find the source of the noise when he heard it again. Wincing at the pain in his head, he realized Sam and John couldn't hear whatever it was. If they had, he would bet they still wouldn't be yelling at each other. He flipped through his mental catalog of monsters, demons and all things nasty, trying to figure it out. Thankfully his brain didn't have to get very far into the table of contents before he figured it out.
The scream of a woman, only audible to the person in the car who was closest to death.
A banshee.
Oh, shit.
Her next agonizing scream nearly blew out his ear drums and between her god-awful wailing and the intense pain in his chest, he felt himself slipping further and further away. John's and Sam's voices continued to fade into the distance and all he could hear was her mournful crying, the noise so loud it was making him nauseous.
Please, God, just make it stop.
Her next scream was abruptly cut off by the high-pitched squeal of brakes. Sam had stomped his foot to the floor trying to avoid something and as whatever it was hit the Impala, the only thing Dean could feel was the relief that her wailing stopped. He had no idea that a Mack truck driven by a demon had plowed into them, sending them careening off the highway and into the ditch.
As the faint notes of 'Bad Moon Rising' trickled into the back seat, only one though crossed Dean's mind before everything went dark.
At least she stopped screaming.