Story Info
Title: When the Day Met the Night
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: T
Pairings: Dean/OC
Summary: Dean Winchester and his father, John, get word of a case at an Ivy League college. It seems just like a normal case until Dean meets Blake Huntley and his whole whole life changes.
Spoilers: None, this story takes place a year before Dean goes to get Sam at Stanford.
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Chapter Info
Title: Prologue
Number: 1/18 (subject to change)
Warnings: Death, gore
Author's Note: This story is a re-write of an old one I did. It will basically be all the same with the exception of a couple things. I bet nobody remembers this, it was so long ago, but that's okay because this version will be better. :D I just want to say that the Story Info will be only on this chapter while the Chapter Info will change and be on every chapter. :) If anybody wants to see what the OCs look like, let me know and I can post some pictures. Last point, the chapters will definitely get longer after this, this is technically the prologue. Other than that, enjoy and I'd love some reviews!
Blake Huntley never thought she'd be on a campus of over twenty-thousand people and be completely alone. Well, it didn't start off that way, she had enjoyed her time there with her friends and roommates and finally being on her path to where she wanted to be. Only everything changed when she met the FBI—the brothers—that changed her life.
She hated being around so many people, but her class needs forced her to be in the quad smack in the middle of changing classes. Cornell University had always been her first choice despite the fact that she was from Maine. The campus was up on the tallest hill around, overlooking Tompkins County, and she could almost see into the next town over from her dorm room. All the buildings were built in the late 1800s, early 1900s. Trees lines all the sidewalks and cars zoomed around. People didn't know how to say "excuse me," though, as they ran back and forth to classes, some on bikes. Blake just wanted to get home, but she still had one more class to get through.
Luckily it was in her major, astrophysics, so she sat through the boring lecture easily, listening to the drone of the professor and ignoring the idiots who were only there for the credit as they whispered to each other and threw paper. Someone to her left kept popping their gum and she was trying to hold her breath as the kid next to her kept silently passing gas.
When the hour ended, she walked quickly back to her door, sighing softly as she shut the door behind her. Luckily it was empty. She was in a large, four-person room with her best friend of ten years and two other randoms that had been assigned. She and Toni Walker shared one side of the room while the other two, Heather Finch and Brenda Boss, shared the other side. She got along great with Toni and Heather, but Brenda lived up to her last name and tried to take over the room. Toni and Heather ignored her, but Blake was shy and hated yelling so she just went with whatever the older girl said. (Blake just figured, as a senior, Brenda just was testy and wanted to get out of there.)
The other three were in class so Blake stripped down into her panties and bra and put her robe on. She would take a long, luxurious shower and then do homework. She had a lot more than she wanted to think about at that moment. So she just sighed and grabbed her shower caddy—complete with shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, razor, shaving gel, and pouf—and made her way down the hall. The building was way too quiet, usually full of loud music and random people screwing in the middle of the day. It was almost creepy, foreboding and foreshadowing, but she just shrugged and opened the bathroom door. Nobody was in there and she was tempted to lock the door so she could have the place to herself at least for a little while (girls talked through the shower curtains and she hated that), but she didn't because she could get in trouble.
She used the facilities quickly and then brushed her teeth. She walked towards the shower stall farthest away from the door, kind of around a corner. But something was wrong, she could tell right away. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the ground. There was something on the floor in front of the stall, something wet and dark, too dark to be water even with the grey floor. She slowly walked closer, the only sound being her feet slowly padding across the floor. Her breath caught in her throat and she gulped as she walked closer. She slowly knelt down, her fingers moving towards the liquid. She touched it and jerked back the moment she did. She looked at her fingers as the thick, crimson liquid stained her pale skin. She looked up into the stall and gasped loudly. She scrambled away on her hands and knees, across to the opposite wall, and screamed loudly. The wall wasn't far enough away. There was a body in the stall and the closer she looked, the more she recognized it. The familiar blonde hair crusted with dried blood, the once lively brown eyes blank and staring at the wall as if made of glass, the shirt Blake herself bought for a sixteenth birthday covering her torso, the jeans that were Blake's covering her legs.
"Toni!"