Pilot.
The radio was playing loudly as the girl sat patiently inside the car. The boy was just getting home from his class. She had followed him back here on foot. The car, she thought, would have been more noticeable. In her lap sat a bag of fries. Her human body did not need the food, being that it was no longer alive, but she enjoyed the greasy potatoes. Sometimes, she liked to treat herself. Fast food had become her favorite. She would hear the humans talk of calories and how much fat was in the burgers they sold in the restaurants, but she had no need to worry herself of such things.
She watched as the boy made his way inside the building and waited for the front room light to turn on signaling his safe arrival into his apartment. She shouldn't be here watching the boy. She shouldn't be sitting in the car that she had stolen just last week. She shouldn't be eating all those carbs. She shouldn't be going against her father's orders, but she was.
Her father was not her favorite. He was a demon. She was a demon. Her siblings were demons. She had managed to escape the pit some time ago. She didn't belong there. She was a good soul, but her father was not. She was punished for her bad genetics, and found it unfair. She planned to get back at them all for all the misery they had caused her. Her father had plans for this boy. His name was Sam Winchester and she was going to protect him at all costs.
She could see them, Sam and his girlfriend, getting ready from their window. There was a Halloween party at a local bar tonight. She guessed that's where the two were going, or she hoped that's where they were going.
She followed the couple into the party. The music was screaming through the speakers and she longed to be back in the car she lived in listening to AC/DC. All around there were cheap Halloween decorations. She never did care for Halloween. Too many lost souls roaming around for her liking. She found a table not far from the couple and a friend of theirs who was currently dressed as a ghoul. She casually mingled with guests while carefully listening to the boy's conversation.
"So here's to Sam, and his awesome LSAT victory." Jess, Sam's girlfriend, spoke as she took her shot.
"All right, all right, it's not that big of deal." Sam was modest; she had noticed that about him early on.
"He acts all humble, but he scored a one-seventy-four." She looked over at him in a way that screamed how proud she was of him. Sam Winchester was a very smart boy. Maybe man would be a more appropriate term, being that he was in fact twenty-two.
The room began to grow louder and the girl had to attempt to get a bit closer to hear the rest of the conversation. Sam was talking about law school. He had an interview here at Stanford on Monday.
"You're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it." Their ghoulish friend had gone off to gather them more shots.
"What would I do without you?"
"Crash and burn." And with that she had pulled him into a kiss.
A few hours later the demon girl had found herself back in the car she had permanently parked in front of the apartment building the Winchester boy lived in. The radio was playing softly in the background. The girl was busy in her own thoughts. Sam and Jess had gone to bed a few hours ago, leaving her not with much to do. Being a demon she had no need to sleep. Sometimes she would watch the humans sleep. She longed to know what the sensation felt like. She longed to dream. She longed to feel peace; though every time the girl was to shut her eyes, sleep would never come.
She decided she would walk around the building a bit and stretch her legs. Work off all the fries that she had just eaten. She shut the engine off, opened the car door and stretched a little. It was then when she heard the engine approaching. It was then when the Impala came into sight. It was then when she first laid eyes on Dean Winchester.
She had heard of him from around the pit. She had heard about how important he was to their plan as well. She wasn't as concerned with Lilith's plan as she was of that of her father's. She slid herself upon the hood of her car and watched him intently. She didn't bother to hide herself in the shadows, for she knew it was too late. The eldest Winchester had his eyes on her since he pulled passed her and now she just sat and waited for him to make his move like she knew he would. He was quite the ladies man, or so she was told.
I had heard all about Dean Winchester from the demons he had sent back to the pit. The pit is what we demons like to call hell. They had told me of how handsome he was, but I think they severely underestimated him. They had done the same of his brother Sam as well.
I wondered what he was doing here. From what I've gathered from watching Sam they haven't spoken in at least two years. Something must be wrong for him to be here now at this time of night. Had my father's plan already begun?
"You know, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here all alone at this time of night." A smirk played upon his face as he made his way over to me.
"Well I'm not alone." I smirked back at him. Charming he was.
"Well you should get on inside, it's dangerous for a woman of your beauty to be out here all alone."
"I think I can handle myself. I've taken self defense classes." I could see his smirk growing and the wheels turning behind his eyes. Little did he know I had a gun sitting in the back of my pants and a special knife I had forged long go to kill demons in my boot.
"Well why don't you show me then?"
"I wouldn't want to bruise your ego. It seems to me like you pride that."
"Think you know me already?"
"Yes I do. I've met your type before. You're all the same. Sex crazed pigs who know exactly what to say to ensure they have a good time. And the worst part is, I'm sure someone like you doesn't have to try to hard at all."
"Well I have to say I'm good with the ladies."
"Well good luck with that." I smirked at him and made my way towards the building. I figured I'd pretend I lived inside knowing that would be the only way to get him off my trail. Though secretly I wanted him to stay.
He followed me into the building. Foiling my plans for escape.
"Can I help you, uhh?" I played as if I didn't know his name, hoping to not give away the fact that I was a demon. My eyes, usually would have given that away but with all the crazy contacts available now, most people didn't even notice.
Unusual eyes run in my family. Though only a few of us have them. My father, a fire demon, had eyes of yellow. A brother of mine had eyes of red, and I? Well I had the eyes of a cat. Long thing black pupils and yellow-green irises. I was rather fond of them though, most demons all had the same blackened eyes.
"Dean," he said with a smile. "And you are?"
"Jezebel."
"You weren't by chance eaten by dogs in a past life, would you?" He laughed at his biblical joke and I just smiled sweetly. He had no idea really, and it made him even more adorable. "Let me walk you to your door, just do I know that you've gotten in safe. That way I make sure no other men swoop down on you in my absence."
"Well you don't have to go far; this is my door right here." I stood at the door of the apartment that sat directly below Sam's. Inside was empty. No one had occupied this apartment in months. With a subtle flick of my wrist I unlocked the door and let myself in.
"Good night, Dean." And before he could get another word in I closed the door in his face. A few moments later I heard his foot steps heading in the direction of Sam's place.
Both boys had made their way down into the parking lot from the building; they were talking about something from their childhood. In the shadows the girl looks on, listening to their every word and watching their every move.
"The weapon training, and melting the silver for bullets? Dean, we were raised like warriors." Sam spoke as the two made their way over to the impala.
"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"
"No. Not normal. Safe." But Sam would never be safe.
"And that's why you ran away?"
"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was going to go to stay gone."
"Well Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it. I can't do this alone." I could see the distress in his face, though I could tell that he was trying his hardest not to show how worried he was to his brother.
"Yes you can."
"Yeah, well I don't want to."
Sam looked over at his brother defeated. As much as he wanted to abandon the hunting life he knew that if his father was in fact in as much trouble as his brother said that he would never forgive himself if he didn't do what he could to help.
"What was he hunting?"
Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, pulling out a shot gun from the mess of weapons that call the trunk its home and uses it to brace the door open. He begins digging through the clutter looking for something.
"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?"
"So when Dad left why didn't you go with him?"
"I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans."
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam smiled and shook his head a bit. He was right to ask. The girl began to feel uneasy. John Winchester was missing, that much she knew. If that was the case, she was sure that her father has already begun to put his plan into action by separating the boys from their father.
"I'm twenty-six, dude." Dean finally had found what he was searching for in the trunk and began to lay out a handful of papers. "Dad was checking out this two lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy," he begins as he points to the man's picture, "goes missing. They found his car, but he vanished. Completely M.I.A."
Sam didn't seem impressed. "Maybe he was kidnapped."
"Well here's another one in April, another in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past twenty years. All men, all the same 5-mile stretch of road. It started happening more and more so Dad went to go check it out. I haven't heard from him since, and that was three weeks ago. If that wasn't bad enough I got this voice mail yesterday."
Dean pulled out a tape payer and pressed pay playing the message for his brother. The girl listened carefully to the tape. John spoke of danger. It was all beginning. There was EVP on there. Sam had caught it too. It was a woman's voice. I can never go home. Jezebel felt for her, for she could never go home either.
Sam agreed to help Dean find their father as long as he could get him back for his law school interview on Monday.
I sat perched in a tree, watching Jessica as she baked welcome home cookies for Sam. I played with the amulet around my neck, the special stone that kept my location hidden from my father and other demons a like. My father. I knew he would come for her. I tired to tell her that she was in danger, but she wouldn't leave with me. When she refused I tried to give her my protection bracelet. She wouldn't let me protect her.
The boys had been gone for a few days now, chasing after the lady in white. I had gone to check up on them yesterday. Examing the abandoned hotel room, looking for any trace of my father's whereabouts. I knew that John Winchester must have caught wind of him if he was to leave so suddenly. Ever since my father took his wife he had made it his life mission to hunt him down and to kill him oblivious to the fact that he had brought him back from the grave once. I, however, had no luck finding any sign of him. Maybe the boys would have better luck. I knew that my father would come for Jessica. He just loved to ruin the happiness of others. So all I could do now was sit and wait.
I scream from inside the apartment caught my attention and using my gifts I quickly flashed myself into the apartment.
"Jessica!" I called out for her as I ran through the small apartment in the direction of her screams.
"Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezebel. How so disappointed I am in you." The door closed behind me as I entered their bedroom, and my father sat on the bed staring at me in a disapproving way.
"Father, Father, Father. How so disappointed I am in you." I spoke to him a smirk upon my face. I, unlike my other siblings had no problem defying him. No problem taunting him. It brought me joy.
"Now, now Jez. Haven't we been taught not to disrespect our father? And haven't we been taught that demons are not to be protecting humans."
"I didn't choose this life. I was born into it. I don't enjoy messing with the humans as you do."
My father was a highly feared demon. He like myself, could not be harmed by holy water, exorcisms, and most other forms of defense against demons. Even my knife, which I had forged specifically to kill demons did no harm to him. There was one thing that could kill him; a gun. But not just any gun. A special gun. A gun forged by a hunter with the soul purpose to kill evil, and my father? Well he was about as evil as they get.
"Where is she Father? I'm taking the girl with me."
"Now, Jezebel, do you really think you're a match for me?" My father laughed at me, and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. My eyes followed his.
There she was, pinned up the ceiling bleeding from her stomach.
"Let her go." My fists sat balled at my sides.
"There is no hope for her; there's been too much internal bleeding. Come now Jezebel. If you love the stupid meat suits so much you must know a bit about their anatomy." He walked up to me and placed his arm around my shoulder and smiled at me endearingly. "You have so much potential daughter."
From the street below the roar of the Impala's engine could be heard. My father turned his head to look out the window and smiled even wider.
"Come, now it's time to sit back and enjoy the show."
He grabbed my arm, flashing us back into the tree where I was perched earlier. From our spot in the tree I could see Sam getting out of the car, and leaning in through the window.
"Call me if you find him?" His voice echoed through the parking lot. "Maybe I can meet up with you later?"
"Yeah, alright." Sam began to walk way but Dean called after him. "Sam? You, know we made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah." Dean drove off and Sam made his way inside the building.
"Oh I can't wait to see his reaction." My father gushed from besides me. He had my small frame pinned to his side. "Dear old Jessica is going to go out just like mommy did."
"I can't believe you. She has nothing to do with you plan, why do you have to kill her?"
"But she has everything to do with my plan. Don't you see? Sam here is ready to marry that little slut. Now I can't have that. Little Sammy was planning on going to law school and having a family. No. I need him hunting. I need him on the road. I need him honing his skills. There are way bigger plans than a wife and family for dear Sam Winchester."
Sam had laid down upon the bed and stared in horror as his eyes found Jessica pinned up to the ceiling. My father snapped his fingers and the apartment ignited into flames.
"I've got to run kiddo. You understand?" And with that my father was gone. When I looked down, Dean was dragging Sam out of the building and the police and fire engines were pulling up.
I looked down at Sam. He was at the trunk of the Impala loading a shot gun. He mouthed something to Dean and they both got into the car and drove off. Well I guess my father got what he wanted.
Disclaimer:: I do not own or claim to own any rights to Supernatural, its plot line, its members, or anything closely associated with the series or the members. The characters in this story are entirely fictional and any resemblance's to anyone, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental.