This is my first Supernatural fic, so bear with me. I'm on season 4 by the time I upload this, so bear with my story and my Castiel, I am going based on what my friends tell me about him and the show. I hope you guys enjoy!
The air was salty by the beach, the waves crashed against the sand and recoiled, the beach was empty, no one was there that night. Except for one girl, she was taking a midnight stroll along the beach. She was wearing a white baggy shirt and a bikini bottom, the wind rippled her shirt and her blond hair was blowing behind her. The waves crashed again and washed over her feet, she smiled, she was to busy admiring the ring on her hand to notice anything else. She eventually left the beach and headed back to her hotel. She was walking down the sidewalk, past a couple of buildings, when something thumped behind her. She turned and looked, but saw nothing. She looked in front of her again and saw a pale woman, blood dripping down her face. The girl screamed and tried to run…. but it was too late.
"Where are we going again?" Sam asked Dean as he sped up a bit, they had been driving for hours.
"We're taking a well deserved vacation," he said as he took another look at the map, "We are going to Palm Shores, Florida. Beach babes here we come," he smiled to himself.
Sam rolled his eyes and looked out the window and watched as the landscape flashed by him. Castiel was sitting quietly in the back seat. He looked like he could be asleep, other than his eyes being open. Sam yawned and leaned his chair back before falling asleep.
Dean woke Sam up a few hours later when they had reached a hotel in Palm Shores. Sam stretched and got out of the car, Cas was already out of the car and grabbing their things. They all went inside and checked into a room. Dean landed face-first on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Sam checked the mini fridge and found some beers, grabbing one for him and Cas. They just relaxed and enjoyed the free time. Dean eventually got up and stretched.
"What shall we do on this vacation?" he asked.
"We could go to the beach," Cas suggested.
"That sounds like a good plan," Sam said.
They all put on some shorts and grabbed towels from the bathroom before heading down to the beach. They laid out in the sun for a while, relaxing, before Dean got up and tracked down some beach babes. Sam rolled his eyes and went out into the water. Cas looked between the two of them and followed Sam into the water. Sam swam out further into the water and lay on his back, floating on the water. Dean was flirting with twins when it happened. A little boy was playing with his brother, throwing a Frisbee around. The Frisbee landed up in the dunes and the little boy went to go get it, he disappeared in the grass since it was bigger than him. He looked around for the Frisbee, but found something else: A woman's body, mangled and bloody. He screamed and ran out of the dunes crying. Sam, Dean, and Cas looked up when he screamed and quickly rushed over to the dunes.
"Of course we might have a hunt on our vacation," Dean complained, looking at the body.
"It could just be a serial killer," Sam suggested, looking at him.
"A body torn up like this can't be a serial killer," Dean said in response, he pulled out his phone and called 911, he tried to sound as freaked out as possible when he reported in the murder. He closed his phone and started to examine the body, "Whatever killed her obviously didn't like her."
Sam examined the body as well, there were deep gashes in her arm that led all the way down to her wrist, one of her fingers was missing, her left ring finger. Her right arm was attached only by a bloody vein, her neck had been sliced halfway through and her eyes were gouged out.
"I have to agree with you on that Dean," Sam said and stood up, "We're probably dealing with either a vengeful spirit or a vampire."
Sam kept watch while Dean pulled out his EMF Detector and ran it around the woman's body, it beeped like crazy, "We got ourselves a vengeful spirit," he said and put the EMF Detector away.
They grabbed their things and headed back to the hotel. Sam pulled out his laptop and researched all the deaths in Palm Shores, he spent a few hours searching and finally found something.
"Look at this," he said and showed it to Dean and Cas, "A woman named Tricia Blancher was murdered a few years ago, they never found the killer. They said that when they found the body, her wedding ring was gone, police assumed that the killer took it and sold it for drug money or something."
"You think that woman might be our spirit?" Dean asked.
"Well a bunch of women have been found dead within a 10 mile radius of where Tricia was killed, all of them were married and when the bodies were found, their wedding ring was missing, so either Tricia is the spirit, or whatever killed her is our spirit," Sam shut the laptop and looked at Dean.
"Where was Tricia killed?" Dean asked.
"By an alley a few blocks from here."
"Lets go check it out then."
They grabbed their things; Dean had Cas wait in the hotel room. They got in the Impala and drove to the alley; Dean stopped the Impala in a parking lot across the street. They walked over to the alley and examined it; there was a lot of dried blood on the walls and the ground.
"Judging from all the blood, she definitely died in a violent enough way to come back as a vengeful spirit," Dean Said.
"Well obviously," a voice said from behind him.
Dean and Sam turned quickly and faced a guy about Dean's height and wearing dark clothes.
"Hello," he said and held up a police badge, "You're under arrest."