Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, I wouldn't be writing fanfics (nothing against those of course), I would be working my butt off to fight the impending hiatus. Which is as bad if not worse than the Darkness and Dean hooking up.
P.S. First real Supernatural fanfic (besides my music one-shots if you wanna check that out). Lol here's hoping!
P.P.S. This can be read from pretty much any season, the Darkness will make no appearance, although she might be mentioned once or twice.
Scene: a meeting in an abandoned farmhouse. Not really abandoned, per se, but it's inhabitants had all been inexplicably killed.
After the hoops and hollers and general disarray of the crowd, one voice pierced the chaos.
"We need to team up, now more than ever!"
"Agreed," A voice boomed from the front of the building, loud enough for the monsters spilling out the door to be able to hear, "It's in our- mutual interest-," the politician-turned-vampire struggled with the correct wording, "to rid ourselves of this nuisance."
"Nuisance?" A werewolf alpha in the back spoke up, "They killed my entire pack, cubs and all. They're not a nuisance, they're a - a plague!" There were murmurs of agreement from monsters who had found themselves in similar situations.
Surprisingly enough, they had all gotten over their differences rather quickly. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, even a few ghouls- they all shared a common enemy. The hunters. They were all facing a genocide, the deaths of entire packs, families, close friends.
And, also somewhat surprising, this is the first time they've decided to do something about it.
"We are facing total annihilation. Our-"
He was cut off by a young shapeshifter in the front. "It's always been this way. Why change now?"
"Oh, my dear sister," The vampire politician at the makeshift haybale podium spread his arms in a welcoming, somewhat patronizing gesture, "If you could see how terribly sad that statement is." Sufficiently silenced, the vampire that had taken position as leader continued.
"As I was saying, our collective numbers are the lowest they've ever been."
"And we all know why." Someone snarled.
There were a few scattered snarls and growls at the mention of why, and more than a few whimpers and hisses.
"Yes. We were foolish to have waited this long, for our numbers to be depleted. But we have enough." The attention of every monster was on this man vampire now, who stuck out strangely in the crowd with his blue pinstripe suit and blonde, wispy toupee.
"It's decided then; with our conjoined resources, we will unite to destroy our common enemy, these hunters that have made the mistake of crossing our path."
"Who should we start with?" One of the bloodthirsty vamps grinned toothily.
A pause. Every monster, every abomination to walk the earth knew the next words that they had so learned to fear. The hunters that had killed thousands of their monster kin.
"The Winchesters."
Duh-duh-duuuuhhhhnnn. . . Don't know when I'll update, hopefully soon since school is practically over. Tbh I'm not really sure where this fic is going, I just had this idea and I knew I had to write it. Definitely not a one-shot, though.