The mark is gone. Charlie is dead. But the Darkness never happened.
I don't own anything but my own character(s)
A storm is coming.
Chapter 1
Sam sighed and ran his finger through his to long hair. He had been walking the halls of the bunker, restless and to tired to sleep. He stopped infront of Dean's door and raised his hand to knock but changed his mind and walked away. There was to much water under the bridge for anything to ever feel their kind of normal ever again. He walked into the library, grabbed a bottle of whisky and sat down. Something was coming, he didn't know what. But he could feel it.
The following morning Dean found his brother passed out on a chair in the library with an empty bottle next to him.
"Great" he muttered under his breath and kicked the chair. "Hey! Sam! Rise and shine!"
Sam sat up straight and ran a hand over his face. "I couldn't sleep".
"So you downed an entire bottle. Because that's just what you do. Right..What's up, Sam?" Dean watched him with a raised eybrow.
"I'm just tired, man" Sam stood up and began walking towards the kitchen. Dean just stood there, a grave expression on his face. He watched his brother disappear behind a corner and drew a big breath. Thing's had gone out of hand one to many times and he didn't know how to fix it. But he had to. Just as he stood there, deep in thought, he heard someone at the stairs.
"Get your hands of me! I am perfectly capable of walking by myself!"
"I know that. I didn't want you to run again, I'm tired of chasing you." Cas said as he half-dragged the petite blonde down the stairs.
"Cas! What the hell!" Dean exclaimed as he walked towards the pair. "You can't just barge in here with a complete stranger! A kidnapped stranger, by the looks of it!"
"Dean, I'm sorry, but there is no other way. This is Katherine. She is in danger. So I had to put her somewhere." The blonde stood att the base of the stairs, glaring at him.
"I've managed to take care of myself for almost twenty years! I don't need a weirdo in a trenchcoat protecting me!" Dean, a little more than annoyed, took a step closer to Cas. "You better have a decent explanation, buddy."
"Dean, all I can say is that she is somehow important to both heaven and hell. There were demons tracking her when I found her. She needs to be kept safe. That is all I can say at the moment."
"This isn't making any sense, Cas! Why is she important? You can't just show up and leave her at the doorstep!"
"What!? First you take me away from my home and then you just dump me under ground, with a potential serialkiller? Nope! No way. I'm leaving!"
Sam had just gotten out of the shower when he heard some noice. Hair still dripping wet, he grabbed a pair of jeans and threw on a t-shirt. He ran down the hall towards the sound of aggrivated voices. When he reached the group he stopped dead in his tracks. A petite blonde, angry as a bee, just turned around and attemped to run up the stairs. She made eyecontact with him and stopped, a bewildered look on her face. She just stood there, eyes locked on him.
