Supernatural: Taylor Winchester
Chapter 1
The team skated off the ice laughing talking and shoving each other. But one teammate stayed on the ice, pushing the puck around. He circled around and slapped the puck into the goal; he raised his hands in triumph. Then the lights started to flicker and even though it was chilly on the ice, his breath came out in large white puffs. He took out his mouth guard and looked around. Seconds later the lights stopped flickering; he shrugged and retrieved the puck. He skated around again, and then slapped the puck into the goal. The lights went crazy and the temperature dropped to freezing. His mouth piece dropped to the ice.
"What the-. Dude, what do you want-." His scream reverberated off the walls. Some of his teammates still in the locker room came running out. They found him face down in the ice. The ice all around him was melted. One of them flipped his body over; his blank eyes stared up at them.
"Holy-."
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Dean set the gun he was cleaning on the table, and sat back.
"So Sammy, you got a new job for us?"
"Yeah, actually."
"So what's the deal?"
"Well it turns out that after practice one day," Sam flipped through a few pages, "Daniel Flemming drowned on and ice rink."
"What he drown in his own blood?"
"No, he drowned in the ice that was melted around his body."
"Well that's a new one."
"Yeah, you're telling me. I looked up the history and it turns out that, the ice rink was built on some kind of swamp."
"So what we're dealing with a swamp monster?"
"Well I also found out," Sam rustled some papers, "that a boy drowned in the swamp."
"Bingo."
"Yeah, supposedly no one knows why."
"Yeah, right."
"You wanna check it out?"
"Yeah, where did you say this place was again?"
Sam flipped through some papers, "It's called the Skate Place, and it's in St. Cloud, Minnesota."
"Why'd it have to be Minnesota?"
"There's lots of things to do in Minnesota, Dean."
"Well there sure as hell ain't any women."
"Dean!"
"What? I'm just saying that fishing just isn't as fun as-," Sam cut him off.
"Ok, think I've heard enough," Sam stood stretching.
"Alright dinkus let's go," Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket.
"Dinkus?"
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Taylor Winchester picked up her morning newspaper and dropped her cereal spoon. She read the article about the hockey player. She had a feeling that this was the moment; she was actually going to meet her brothers. As terrifying as the thought was, she was actually excited. She would finally get to meet them in person and maybe she could persuade them to let her help out with this hunt. She glanced back at the paper, it seemed easy enough. She thought for a second. What would they think of her? Would they accept her? And most important of all, would they believe her? She could barely believe it herself, that she was the sister of two of the most well known hunters there ever were, not counting their father. Their father. The words tasted funny in her mouth, she never would have thought that her father had been a hunter, had it not been for his job following him home. She hadn't wanted to believe him, and now to understand him more she wanted to get into the work, she wanted to be a hunter.
After her mother died she wasn't so sure what her place was in life. So she traveled around the U.S. searching for something, anything that could tell her where she belonged. That's when she found the Road House, and all those hunters just like her father. She knew then that was where she belonged, hunting things. And as a bonus, she overheard Ellen talking to Jo, about Dean and Sam Winchester. At first Taylor hadn't wanted to believe it. But there had been so many things that she hadn't known about her father. He only showed up every few months to check on her mother, who was always ill.
She shook her head, unable to think of that. Her mother's death was too painful a subject, having only passed away months after she graduated from high school. The last thing her mother gave her still hung around her neck; the small delicate locket had been her graduation gift. Tears swam in front of her eyes; she blinked them back, telling herself to be strong. She was 19 after all, owned her own house, worked for a living and she had two brothers to meet. What was she crying about, everything was finally coming together, and she finally had something to look forward too.