Chasing the Other Tail
So here I am writing an idea that popped up on my tumblr dash today. Someone said they needed this in their life so here we gooooo!
Supernatural, Dean, and Cas do not belong to me.
/Lays down and crai
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Chapter 1: Watching you
He had no idea how this game got started and he probably never would. Hell he couldn't even remember when. Maybe it was the first time he saw the newbie's face on the news. They didn't have a name for the guy, but with his face plastered everywhere he was sure the guy wasn't going to get too far.
There had been a vicious cold blood murder a few months before. The family that painted the walls had been iced in an extremely odd manner. Their throats had been slit and there was water and salt everywhere, along with some weird symbols on the ground painted in what seemed to be red paint. Of course the police hadn't shown all the gruesome details on the news. He had to hack into the police database to get all the good details. The police had dubbed the case the Satanic Murders. Quite unoriginal if you asked Dean. Though the police weren't the brightest ones. They haven't even figured out what he looked like yet and he had been doing this for years. Carrying on the legacy of his now deceased father, who had died to keep his son's identity safe.
Dean took a sip of his beer as he re-watched the clip over and over again. That smug asshole smiling at him in such a childish manner. He really just wanted to reach through that screen and punch him. He shook his head and wondered what was going through this guy's mind as he ganked people. He didn't even seem to have a motive, except for the fact that he killed both religious leaders and heretics as pretty as you please. A chill went down his back, great now he was thinking like the fucking police. Dean knew why he did what he did. Everyone with so little as a violent, predatory, abusive streak was to become dead. That's how his father raised him and that is what he would do.
This game however, he couldn't stop. He left little clues and messages all over his victims showing this guy that he would be soon be next. Dean left little miniatures of the satanic scribbles embedded into flesh, walls, floors…pretty much any flat surface that could be used to write or carve. He also held his hand up like a gun and pretend to shoot it whenever there was a security camera around, as well as flash the camera a quick wink behind the mask that he always wore. The newbie seemed to catch one quite quickly and started doing the same. Smiling, waving, and also speaking to the camera. Whenever there was sound to them he would hear something that sounded like a dead language. He also noticed there was always a little toy car left near the dead bodies. A little black impala and that pissed him off quite a bit. He felt that as a threat to his baby. If that self-righteous douchebag ever laid a hand on his car he would gank him right there and then.
"I swear as a Winchester, I will find you."
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Writers note:
Oh gooood. I don't even know if this is good. Or if I should even continue it. What have I done.
Short chapter is short.
/Dies