Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, except for Lilliana and Chriselle.
~*~ Chapter 1 - Words Create Darkness ~*~
"Come on, we're gonna be late!" I yell at my best friend, Chriselle.
"I know already!"
We are running down the street, on our way home from the school library after finishing our homework. It's Friday, so I'm going to sleep at Chris's house tonight.
"I swear, if I ever miss a single episode of Supernatural thanks to you-"
"Not everyone is as fit as you, you know!" she gasps, terribly out of breath.
"Well, they could be if they stopped stealing their mothers' cookie ingredients and started jogging around the block with me," I snap, also out of breath, but not as much.
"Where's the fun in that?"
It's almost dark. We had lost track of time in our masses of homework, and now we have only six minutes until the episode of Supernatural starts. We only started with Season 8 a few days ago: not the best, but Sam and Dean are as hot as ever. If they were crammed into the Twilight movies, I would even watch those. Twilight would be so much better if Sam and Dean were in it: they could kill Edward's sparkly ass.
"Lil, slow down a little, would you?" Chris gasps from behind me.
"We're almost at your house, and there are only a few more minutes left!"
Seconds later, we turn around a corner and burst in through the front door of the first house. Predictably, no one is in the house: Chriselle's mother works three quarters of her life and sleeps for the rest; her father ensures there's food on the table, but he's in his study the rest of the time, working from the house as a short-story writer for several different magazines.
Chris, bent over and gasping for air, lazily picks up the television remote and switches it on and to the channel where Supernatural is due to start. We missed the intro, but are more than happy to continue watching.
We watch epidsode 8 of season 8 where Castiel decides to become a Hunter, laughing ourselves hoarse when he smells the dead guy and detects a scent of recent bladder infection. Afterwards, we go up to Chris's bedroom, chatting for a few hours, catching up with things that happened to each of us in class. She tells me about a new statue she bought and shows it to me: it's a small but beautiful white hand-sized statue of a fairy sitting above her bed.
"Where'd you get it from?" I ask, taking it and examining it for a few moments.
"My dad and I went to town yesterday. There's a new shop that opened up near Mr. Price. The woman who works there is really creepy. She looks like Trelawny from Harry Potter. Bangles, massive glasses, the works. Anyway, she sold me this for R10 and told me that it would bring me one wish if I deeply desire it."
"And you believe that?" I ask incredulously, putting it back over her bed.
"No, I'm not an idiot. The fairy's just beautiful, don't you think?"
"Yeah, she is."
"So, say this poppycock about this fairy is true, and she really can grant one wish, who would you choose, between Sam and Dean?" Chris asks me.
"I'd wish for them both, hire a real witch and cram Dean's personality into Sam's body," I say, "You can't ask a question like that. It's blasphemy."
She laughs, "I'd totally go for Dean. Or maybe even Cas. He's also hot as hell."
"Have you noticed that they've never hunted fairytale stuff, like fairies?" I ask, glancing at the fairy statue again.
"Well, if they could, they would, but Edward Cullen doesn't really exist."
I snort with laughter, "But seriously, can you imagine Dean's face when they crack a case and it turns out to be an actual fairy, palm-sized, pink dress and glitter galore?"
We laugh.
"Or even mermaids," she says, "They've never considered mermaids, either. Those aren't always good. There's a lot of lore about them all over the world. Some say they're good, some say they just lure people with their voices and their good looks so that they can eat them and sacrifice the victim's heart to their gods. That could make a pretty bad-ass episode, don't you think?"
"Wouldn't it be cool if we could be Hunters along with them?" I ask.
"Yeah, just for a short while ..."
"I wish we could just solve one case with them," we say together. We laugh, but just as we're about to start chorusing 'Jinx!', everything turns dark. All the lights go out. Even the streetlights outside, and several miles in diameter until even the horizon is pitch black.
"What the hell?" Chris asks.
The lights go back on. We stare at each other for a few moments, laugh, and continue our conversation, not noticing the small smile that appeared on the fairy statue's face.
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A/N: If you're familiar with my work, then you'll know the first chapter of my fics are always super short. It's just an introduction, after all.
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