Hey it's me again! Well I know I have another Supernatural fanfic right now but to be honest my muse had left me with that story. The end of season six and the beginning of season seven had killed me. I MEAN FIRST GABERIEL, THEN BALTHAZER AND NOW CAS! I MEAN WTF! So anyway I'm pissed. I don't tend to finish a story which I know is annoying but it leaves you wanting more. Speaking of Gabriel (Who I love and think they should never have killed him off EVER!) I can only find Sam/Gabriel pairings *shudder* which I'm sorry to say I hate a lot. I mean how can you even pair Gabe with Sam? So anyway I'm writing a Gabriel and OC because I want too. I'm not going to ruin the Gabriel because I love his humour and border-line psychopathic boyish personality too much and I think it will be fun to add a bit a story and a real girl to mess around with. Seeing as Kripke and the Sarah woman completely missed an opportunity to make Supernatural the most sexist/scariest and funniest show on the planet. Not that it isn't already but right now the whole Kill off every Angle even flipping Cas idea is pissing my off.
This is neither the beginning nor the end of the story. Nor is it the middle but rather somewhere completely random.
I opened the great metal fire exit that lead into the lecture hall. The music was blasting loudly; I could feel the vibrations pounding up my legs, as I peered into the hall. What I saw made me gasp as the janitor and one of the cops turned to face me, but it wasn't them that had made me gasp, for at the front of rows of endless seats a disco ball glimmered as two semi-naked women lounged lavishly on a heart shaped bed. My utter confusion stunned, that I couldn't even remember how to janitor got behind. He pushed into the hall, a look cheerful glee on his face.
"Well look what have here!"
He closed the metal door, and my confusion turned into fear as I slowly backed along the edge of the rows of seats. My fears had strangely been confirmed.
"You… it really is you" I stuttered
"DING! DING! DING! A hundred points for little lady" he merrily shouted as if imitating a games show presenter.
Before I could even comprehend what was rushing in my mind, the door suddenly opened, and from which the second cop came bustling in, a wooden stake pressed in his hand. My confusion had returned and it did not at all make me feel any better. On opposite side of the hall another slam of the door sounded, and an older man stepped out from the shadows, he looked at me and I got impression of my uncle staring at me as if I had done something stupid. He too had a massive wooden stake fixed into his palm. The janitor turned from me, a sigh of relief escaped from my breath but I knew that was pointless to feel relieved.
"That fight, you guys had outside" the janitor said to the first cop "that was a trick"
The cop shrugged, and I got the impression he was pleased with himself. I thought the janitor would get angry or react violently, he was how I imagined him, but instead he pulled a face and shook his head slowly.
"Humph… Not bad" he said egotistically as the first cop pulled out another stake, I did not like to think what was going to happen next.
"But do you want to see a real trick?" the janitor continued.
I screamed as the sounds of a chainsaw rippled through the air, all of us in the room turned to the second cop, behind dressed in dark brown rags, was a hideous manic wielding a huge chainsaw. It reminded me of Leatherface from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I love that movie.
"Wanna' bite?"
I turned to find the janitor offering me chocolate, he seemed completely incoherent to the fights the other three men were participating in. I felt like I was in one messed up dream, that somehow this wasn't really reality but a side effect of spending too much time working, but unlike a dream that would go away, fade in and out of reality this time the movements were solid. I knew this was real.
"Go on, it won't bite kiddo" .
I cautiously took a small amount and placed it in my mouth. I didn't take my eyes of the janitor for one second, his smile piercing me in a way I can't describe. He seemed contempt with the activated going on around him, often laughing with pleasure as a semi-naked woman jump kick the first cop in the crown jewels. He turns me the boyish smile still plastered on my face.
"Long time to see, Ezri" he beamed at me.
The name stabbed me with memories; I could feel my tears stinging my eyes. How could I be so emotional?
"Don't call me that" I growled a little, my anger covering up my true feelings.
"Why? It's your name and I like it" he replied, oblivious that one of the cop had just destroyed the side of a wall.
Before I could even reply, I hear the first cop scream as he was thrown by a semi-naked woman with unimaginable power onto the heart shape bed, as he got up the other woman; a blonde punched him in the jaw.
"Oo" the janitor smirked to himself.
As the wrestling match continued, I moved away from the janitor as he clapped like a little boy but before I could make too the door the situation changed. The first cop was thrown into the seats, as the janitor moved forward to show off his victory, his egotistical pride, the other cop chucked the stake which had rolled onto the floor to the first cop. He plunged the wooden stake straight into the janitor's heart and he groans as the air left his lungs. I felt a rock move into my heart but I quickly moved it back. It was strange to feel that, I guess I don't like seeing anyone dying. As the janitor's confused face burned into my mind, his little creations vanished into the air with a puff of sickly purple smoke. The cop pulled the stake from within the janitor's heart and he slouched down onto the seats with a thud, blood trickling from his mouth as he lay truly dead. The two other men joined him, they turned up to me. I was hoping they'd forgotten me but not everything can go my way. Unsure of what to do, I made a dash for the door.
"Hey wait!" the first cop shouted as I banged the metal casing against the wall.
As I ran through the dead hallway, as if I was in some perverted horror movie. I t wasn't long until a I heard the faintly familiar pounds of running footsteps squeaking along the lino floor.
"Wait" I heard a voice shout.
As reached the green double door which lead to my freedom, I cringed as I found them to be chained. The only other exit on the far side of the hall, the other side of the incoming posse of strange men with stakes. I was beginning to think I had actually gone insane and the reason I didn't think this was a dream was because I was really a loony locked up in an insane asylum. It would make sense. Preparing the futile fight my out of the situation, I turned and prayed to G-d they were really good guys and not psychopaths.
"Listen we just wanna' talk" the older man said.
"Leave me alone!" I shouted back, a small whine left my lips and I could feel my emotions bubbling up.
"Hey it's alright, I promise" the taller cop with soft wavy hair replied.
"No it's not. I just want to get out!
I could tell the other cop, wasn't going to take any crap anymore. Instead of treating me like a damsel in distress (which I hate anyway) he spoke to me straight.
"Listen, we ain't gonna' hurt you. Just come with us and we'll take you home"
Something glinted in his eye. I didn't like it. I was… danger, but considering my situation I decided best to play along. These boys had had a beating and I don't think they were asking for anymore. Nodding my head feverishly I moved closer to them. We walked to the opposite end of the hall, past the lecture hall which was now silent. I ignored the temptation of peeking in and focused myself on making sense of the past few weeks. As the colder air hit me, I was glad to feel back on Earth. They walked me to a black car. It was old and had creaking doors but the paint job was carefully done and fresh too. I scooted onto the back seat. Nothing prepared me for what happened next.
As quick as a cheetah, the taller cop pushed into the back seat with me, within moments a bloody wooden stake was stroking my neck. I could smell the tangy blood and it made me shiver. The wind left my lungs as I realised that I had probably sentenced myself to death.
"What… are you d-doing?" I quivered.
"Sorry" the long haired cop sneered.
Outside the car I could hear the older man argue with the straight talking cop. Word came muffled to me but I got the just of it.
"She's just a kid!"
"I know that Bobby!"
"Then what are you doing"
"Something ain't right about her"
"So your going to kidnap her"
"No!"
"Then what are you doing!"
"I'm going to talk to her"
"Well you're doing a nice job"
The two men got into the car, banging the door loudly making jump which intern reminded me of the stake still pinching my neck.
"Ok" the straight talking cop began "Listen we are not going to hurt you if you cooperate kapish?"
I swallowed and nodded as he watching me through the rear view mirror.
"Good I'm Dean, this is Bobby" he pointed to the older man "And the guy currently holding a stake to your neck is my brother, Sam"
Sam removed the spike from next and sat in the corner of the car. I straightened myself up, aware that the others were watching me. Closing around me the thoughts came tumbling in that I was trapped.
"Now then…" Dean continued "Who are you and why are you so special?"
Why indeed…
And your going to have to wait for the rest later…
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