The Day of the Demons
Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hey guys! It's me again! This time however, I'm writing a new story with my friend mmm1912titanic! :D. This will be a story both of us will be working on and editing it as well. I will also be updating my other story as well and will finish that as well so don't worry! Now on with the first chapter of The Day of the Demons! :)
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or the brother's T_T wish I did I would be the happiest person in the world then lol.
The house sagged on its foundation, the glass that used to be in the front windows long since gone. The sound of the Impala's door hitting the frame filled the quiet and made Sam shoot a glare at Dean over the hood. They'd been searching the outskirts of Stockton for the past hour looking for the demons they had heard were in the area. So far they'd had no luck. This house was the last on the block. If the demons weren't here they'd have to give up and search again tomorrow.
Dean hoped they were here. After the week he'd had the thought of kicking some demon ass was all that kept him from burying his head in a bottle and hoping this entire messed up life just went away. With a shrug at Sam, he rounded the car and followed his brother up the remains of the cracked walkway. There was no sign of movement, but Dean knew that didn't mean much. His gun came out and he motioned to Sam to pull the door open.
"Count of three?" Sam whispered.
Dean stopped, eyebrow rising. "Really, dude? You want to count us in?"
"We always count in," snapped Sam. The shadows under his eyes constricted and for a moment Dean felt bad. Sam'd been taking getting his soul back pretty well. That didn't mean there weren't some rough spots.
"Whatever, dude," Dean said. "Just count already if you're gonna."
Sam shot a glare at Dean when he heard his comment and turned back to the door. "1...2...3." As soon as Sam said that Dean kicked the door down. A loud crash resounded throughout the entire building.
"Well, there goes the element of surprise for us now. If the demons didn't know that we were here before they do now." Sam retorted to how noisily Dean caused their entrance to be.
"Shut up Sam," he said. God, he was so tired of how grumpy Sam was acting. He entered the building first and began scanning their surroundings. The building itself was dark except for the flickering lights. Normal people would think that it was just because of faulty wiring or lights about to burn out. Sam and Dean however weren't normal. Dean's hackles rose. Flickering lights were never a good sign.
He flicked his head over to where Sam was, seeing that Sam was doing the exact same thing as him.
"I think we finally found our house Sammy," Dean said. He began to walk forward ,Sam right beside him, both pulling the bottles of holy water from their back pockets. A gun would hurt a demon, but the holy water would probably cause more damage. Dean snorted. Or at least piss them off. It depended.
The main room was empty so Dean headed through the doorway to the left. Debris crunched underfoot as he stepped inside the small space.
But it didn't crunch under his foot.
Dean had about a second to realize there was someone else there. Someone standing just inside the door. And then something crashed against his forehead and all thought cut off completely.