Follow You Into The Dark

Disclaimer: Supernatural is Eric Kripke's

Chapter 1: In Between Dead and Alive

From a motel parking lot, a man watched a 1967 Impala pull in and saw two men step out with a teenager following suit. He smirked. It was time to set his plan in motion, time for his revenge on Sam Winchester. He pulled out and went down the road. Meanwhile, Dean was checking into the small motel and thought someone was watching him. But no one was. He grabbed the key to the motel room and went to the room with Sam and Aly behind him, feeling that someone was watching them also. It was nothing though, it was just a little paranoia.

In the motel, they were talking about the job they had here. They were hunting another pack of black hounds, which was routine. All three of them were doing research, only looking at the clock a few times. The last time they looked it was three p.m. but now it was seven and time for them to head out. The three of them were heading out to the woods where the hounds were last seen. They all piled back into the car and pulled out of the parking lot. The man who was watching earlier had to decide between the kid or Sam. He decided on the kid. The man sped down the road to the woods.

After a sea of forest, Dean had pulled off the main road and into the woods where the hounds were. Dean leaned against the car and then pulled out three guns. He handed one to Sam, then Aly, who gripped it firmly.

"Just meet back here in twenty minutes, okay?" Dean said.

"Okay. So what happens if we meet the pack?" Aly asked.

"Shoot them." Sam replied.

"Simple enough." Aly said.

All of them nodded and then took off into separate parts of the woods. Aly kept looking around but heard no low growls or saw any red or yellow eyes. She sighed and started to go back but felt someone grab her by her jacket. She couldn't make out who was holding her so there was no use in attacking. Aly then felt herself being thrown on the ground and weight on one of her sides. Then punches were being thrown and blood running down. She panicked as soon as someone reached for her gun. Not that. The mysterious attacker used the butt of the gun to hit her and she felt part of her vision go. She looked at the attacker with a dazed but hardened expression.

"Just who are you?" She asked.

"I am Marcus, the last thing you'll see. Sam Winchester cut off my friend's head." The attacker replied.

"So that's it? It's no reason to beat up a kid." She said sharply.

"Shut up, kid!" The attacker yelled.

He took the gun again and hit her head, this time, leaving her close to death. The man made sure she was out of it with a few more punches, then found a sewer and dumped her body there. He proceeded to flee leaving the gun behind. He had done it but felt wrong.

In the sewer, Aly could feel herself slipping into the black that was death. Not again, she thought, I don't want to go, not yet. But she was pulled in and the darkness was not going to let her out. Then a few seconds later, she felt different. But she saw herself, her face covered in drying blood and bruises. Was she dead or not? She couldn't answer but Sam and Dean were probably worrying about her. She climbed out of the sewer and went back to the Impala seeing the brothers looking concerned. Aly was hoping this was all a dream. But they didn't stop and look her way. She waved a hand in front of their faces but they were fazed. She backed away realizing that they couldn't see her and no one else could see her.

"I really am dead." She said. "I am."