Summary: I was inspired by the song "Born To Die" by Lana Del Rey, hence the title. Dean Winchester O/C. The story picks up shortly after Dean makes a deal... S.3. In the sleepy, friendly town of Dorset, Vermont, things have been taking a turn for the worst, and only Helena Caswell can see that it's only going to get worse. With the powers of "perception" she can see what's to come for her town- if only she had the power to stop it. Meanwhile Sam and Dean rush to stop whatever is terrorizing Dorset's citizens, but quickly discover that what's happening in Dorset may just be the beginning of something larger and more sinister...
* 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 *
Calm the fuck down, Helena. It's happening again... and in the middle of class. The room is darkening, just like the day does before it rains. From the corners of the room, a mist is developing, and the faces of my classmates are beginning to... transform...
"Ellen, are you ready to present?"
The writing teacher is looking at me. He's called me Ellen all year, and each time, I've told him it was Helena... Nevermind the fact that school is 2 weeks from being over and he hasn't taken the time to learn my name by now... asshole...
"Yes... now?"
Mr. Jackass smiles and tilts his chin up, "I believe now would be the appropriate time," he motions me towards the front of the class.
What a fucking asshole! 'I believe now would be the appropriate time', what a pretentious piece of-
"Crap, you know what? I left my notes in my locker, can I go get them? They're just around the corner,"
Mr. Jackass nods, "You may. Do it promptly."
I rise from my seat, smile politely at Mr. Jackass and 'promptly' skedaddle the fuck out of that classroom and towards the school front doors, out the school and sprint home.
* 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 *
"Where's my bacon cheeseburger?"
"It's in the bag,"
Dean fumbles with the bag and finds a cheeseburger... with some fries, "I'm looking in the bag and it's not here, dude, where's my bacon cheeseburger?"
Sam puts down his wrap and strides towards the kitchen, "Dean, it's in there. See?" He holds up the cheeseburger.
"What part of BACON cheeseburger do you not understand?" Dean takes the burger and tosses it on the counter.
"Wow, can you just eat your cheeseburger and read the article I told you to read three hours ago?"
"Dammit, Sam, I work my ass off and I've got less than a year to live, would it kill you to get my order right? Give me a summary: what's the article about?"
Sam sighs, "Crazy things are happening in Dorset, Vermont."
* 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 *
On the other side of the door, I can hear my parents arguing about what to do with me. I've definitely put a dent in their marriage, no question. A girl with 'schizophrenic tendencies' can put a damper in any relationship... schizophrenia- I wish...
No.
What I have is much, much worse. What I have can't be cured with today's medication or treated with therapy or support groups. And I can't control it either...
Ever since I can remember, I've been able to see 'tears' between planes: our world... and a not so good place... Some would call this place hell, I have no idea what to call it, but when "things" escape from the tears of this other plane, very not so good things happen and all I know for sure is that the farther I am away from these tears, the less it affects me and the people I care about...
Lately, I've been seeing more and more tears. All around town and in some surrounding towns, there have been random strings of murders, but all similar: friends killing friends, people killing their co-workers, family members killing each other. All the murders end with suicide, the murderers kill themselves.
All I can do is run and hide.
* 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 *
"So you think some monster is running loose on the town's people?"
"Well, what else could it be?"
Dean shrugs, "I don't know, what's Dorset's usual crime rate?"
"Extremely lower than the country's crime rate, it's a small population, high income town,"
"So we'll look at some of the town's urban legends and see what sticks, maybe read up on any murders that happened in the past,"
Sam furrows his brows, recognizing Dean's tone "And by 'we' you mean me, right?"
"You know it, little brother," Dean smiles as the black 1967 Chevy Impala coasts by a sign welcoming drivers to Dorset.
* 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 *
I wake up the next morning, it's a Saturday- thank god- and I catch a glimpse of the news on the television.
"Local police are investigating the murder of Dorset local, Lisa Almiron, that occurred late last night. The police have not released much information surrounding the case, but it is alleged that her husband, Charles Almiron, a well respected pillar of the Dorset community and teacher at Long Trail High School, has not been able to be located for questioning. Eyewitness 12 news reports."
Shit.
"Wasn't that you're writing teacher, honey?" My mom hands me a cup of hot coffee, one sugar and tons of milk- just the way I like it.
"Yeah, I can't believe it. I feel bad for his family, "
I wasn't lying, I did feel bad for Mr. Jackass and his family. Even though Mr. Jackass was a pretentious prick, he didn't deserve what happened to him. No one does.
It's those "things" though, I'm sure of it. From the tears. It's no coincidence.
* 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 * 8 *
Dean fumbles uncomfortably out of bed and struggles getting into his baggy jeans "Can you believe how much it costs to stay here? Maybe we should just sleep in the car, it's ridiculous here,"
Sam shushes him when something catches his eye on the television, "Listen to this"
"Local police are investigating the murder of Dorset local, Lisa Almiron, that occurred late last night. The police have not released much information surrounding the case, but it is alleged that her husband, Charles Almiron, a well respected pillar of the Dorset community and teacher at Long Trail High School, has not been able to be located for questioning. Eyewitness 12 news reports."
"Sounds like a monster to me,"
"Don't be so sure, I've been doing some reading-"
"Already? Didn't you get any sleep at all last night?"
"Dean, this thing, whatever it is, it's moving fast. In the past 3 months there have been 3 unsolved murders in Dorset alone, now 4. In the surrounding towns: six total. This thing is striking quick. We have to move quicker."
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch, what did you find out?"
"Nothing, that's what's freaking me out. There hasn't been a murder here in ten years, and that murder was actually a murder in the 3rd degree. No urban legends, no freak accidents, nothing. I don't think it's a monster, Dean."
"Shit," Dean takes a moment, "How much holy water do we have to work with?"