This is the first time I have done Fan Fiction so enjoy.
Chapter 1
"HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" screamed a barefooted woman, whilst running down route 87 in the Adirondack Park. There were a few drops of blood down the road that had came from the woman's face. The blood had been trickling down from a slash near her eyebrow.
The woman's blouse had slits through it and a few blood stains. Her trousers were slightly torn at the bottom. Her outfit once looked like an office worker's outfit. The woman must of been returning home from work, when she got the mysterious puncture in one of her car tyres.
Behind the woman there was a black figure, stealthily chasing her. It's fingers were knives and they shone in the moonlight as the figure ducked in and out of the shadows.
The dark, shadowy figure was running faster and faster and was quickly catching up with the woman. Finally it was close enough to knock the woman down onto the ground. The figure was then kneeling over the woman, to stop her from struggling. Its' sparkling white teeth peered out of its mouth with saliva dripping off of them onto the woman's face. It then started to slash into her with its sharp knife fingers.
The only thing she could do was scream. Her piercing screech echoed around the empty park. Then there was only silence.
"Sam! Sammy! Calm down. It's OK, I'm here." It was the familiar voice of Sam's older brother Dean. He was sitting on the edge of Sam's bed looking over him, holding on to his arms, "Hey. You OK?"
Sam opened his eyes slowly and his brother stood up and went to get him a drink of water. He sat up quickly, he was still in his jeans and one of his flannel shirts. They had just came back from doing a job with an angered spirit, and had stopped at the motel for a quick break.
"Yeah, I'm OK" Sam replied. He was a bit shocked and running out of breath.
Dean put the glass on the bedside table. He wasn't sure Sam was OK so he sat opposite him on his bed. Sam had slowed down his breathing and started to massage the temples of his head, to calm down the head ache he always got after a vision. Dean watched him do this for about ten minutes and finally decided that it would be best if Sam was left with his thoughts for a while.
"Hey, I'm gonna go get some gas. You gonna be OK for a while?"
Yeah. OK." Sam replied, half asleep, sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands.
"Right. Be back soon." Dean said just before walking out of the motel room.
Sam heard the door of the Impala shut and then the revs of the car, just before Dean speeded away to the nearest gas station.
I hope you enjoy this so far. The chapter is a bit short but please write reviews.