Encounters: Version B
Sam and Dean are investigating an anonymous call in Washington, D.C. but are surprised to find a warlock or two. Is it related to the call? Should they trust the warlocks? What does Dad have to do with this? Why do I keep asking questions I have the answer to? Find all this out and more! (the cliché!)You don't have to read the other versions to understand, but you should anyway.
A/N: Hiya from Life, the Cookie! So this is one of those things where before you go to sleep, you get weird ideas, and I thought, What if I created an OC and she met the Winchesters? I planned to base the OC on myself as per usual, but then I thought what if she was a warlock? But I liked the other version too, and another one I'll reveal to you soon, so I decided to do all three. I've only seen Season one, so this is probably a slight AU, but whatever. I have plans for this one, and it should be rather interesting. This is version B, since the first is a regular person. They all have roughly the same intro, with a hooded figure watching, though I changed it up a bit in version C. I'll continue whichever one gets the most love. Enjoy!
"Sam, I don't think he went down here," Dean called ahead, his voice echoing across the arched sewer walls.
"No, I swear I saw him. He's here, just keep looking." Sam said, scanning the ground. Previously that day, they'd been in some hotel in Washington, D.C. trying to find some answers and Sam had seen, from a window, a hooded figure standing on the street, staring up at them. He hadn't seen a face, but the person was definitely watching them. It was the same figure he'd seen before near the Impala, and later when they checked inventory, they were missing all their weapons save the pistol Dean had on his person. Sam had profiled the character: Probably a man, though a woman could also wear a man's hoodie and jeans. Small, maybe a teen, wiry body. From the window sighting, Sam and Dean had attempted to give chase by flanking him from both sides, but he'd mysteriously disappeared, according to Sam, into the sewer.
"See, Dean, I found something. Take a look." Dean strode over and bent down next to Sam, looking at the ground.
"Dude, finding glitter on the ground isn't a clue. It's just plain weird."
"No, but it's fresh, see? There's no dust settled on it; just around it. The hoodie guy dropped it."
"Clever boys; well done." A voice came from behind the brothers, who simultaneously jumped up.
The footsteps echo in here, thought Dean, why didn't I hear him coming? Yet there he was, not seven feet away. This time the small person was clad in a dark cloak, with an orange-and-red flame shaped gem holding the sides together at the neck, glittering in the dim light. Dean raised his pistol and fired, but the figure simply vanished with a flourish of the cloak.
"Sam," murmured Dean as the two turned in a circle slowly, "Teleportation. That's a demon; we have to kill it before it kills us." A laugh rang out from the walls, making Dean pivot in that direction, but found there wasn't a foot to pivot on, seeing as they had been swept out from under him. Dean, on the ground, looked around and found his brother in a similar position. He reached for his weapon, but found that it was gone. The cloaked figure materialized before them.
"Hello, Winchesters. I'd advise you not to attack."
"Coward! Show your face!" yelled Dean, who'd gotten to his feet.
"Fine with me." The figure brought up a hand and slowly removed the hood, and Sam realized his mistake: it had never been a man. She had caramel-gold hair that was short, straight, and inverted from the back. Her eyes shone like emeralds. "Sam and Dean Winchester, I'd like to introduce you to myself- Madeleine Shade Greymoore, High Warlock of Washington, D.C."