Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Supernatural. Like you didn't know that
Summary: Jess needs help. She turns to Ellen who knows just the people. Who better than Dean and Sam? Especially when a demon wants more than just simple mayhem, it wants revenge. Some romance involved (to find out who you must read!)
As for the characters of Jess, Melissa, Ken and well everyone that developed from my mind, they are purely fictional. Some characteristics are based off of real people but for the most part they're my creations. This is my first Supernatural fic and the first fic that Im making public that is coming along well. So do be kind and review. I don't mind criticism as long as its constructive. So none of this you're stupid or your story sucks stuff please
Prologue
In a small cottage on Ivy Lane in the town of Lexington, North Carolina an elderly lady sat in her living room, reading a book. A fire roared, as harsh winds caused a tree to tap on the window. It was a cozy little place, full of overstuffed chairs and pillows. Several of the walls were lined with bookshelves, filled and overflowing. The mantle was covered with photographs and figurines that were more than likely fashioned during a kindergarten arts and crafts session. Some would have called it cluttered, but the woman seemed to be perfectly content with it. A tea kettle in the adjacent kitchen began to hiss and she abandoned he book to tend to it.
Outside, next to a window, a figure suddenly came to life. The flash of movement from the living had turned a young woman's attention from personal thoughts to the sitting room window. She was warmly dressed but could still be seen shivering. Her accessories were quite strange: a large water bottle, a can of salt, a book, and a rather large hunting knife. Her face was mostly hidden behind the faux fur trim of the coat's hood, but it was recognizable that she relaxed greatly after noting the woman was going for tea.
As the younger woman turned away to re-focus on her own daydreams the light in the kitchen flickered. Wrenching back towards the window, she watched as the woman stiffened and instead of reaching for the kettle, grabbed a pen and notepad from the nearby table. As she furiously scribbled, the girl outside began to fumble with her belongings, attempting to hurriedly gather them together.
When she tried to upright herself the supplies tumbled out of her arms, making considerable amounts of noise. Horrified she glanced back up at the window. The elderly woman was starring straight at her, as if she could see her in the pitch darkness. A smile started to spread across her face, not a kind loving smile, like the one that belonged there, a malicious grin. She turned away, reached towards the counter and grabbed a knife. The girl outside was frozen to the spot, mesmerized with fear. The old woman raised the knife pointing it at herself and began to laugh. Just before she brought the knife down into her chest she looked directly at the young woman outside again, her eyes were completely black. As the knife plunged into the old woman's chest the girl screamed. Even before the old woman hit the floor, a thick black smoke erupted from her body. The tea kettle continued to whistle as the horrified girl hastily gathered her things and took off down the dark street.
