Hey guys! I'm going to try my hand at a Supernatural fanfiction story. I have another one about American Horror Story and I got this great idea for a Supernatural one the other night since I was watching it on Netflix. Hope y'all like it.
I feel like it does hit some disturbing/seriously points as it goes on so if it goes too far please let me know. I just sat down one night and couldn't stop typing so I'll understand if it get hard to read or just plain disturbing just please tell me and I can change the story line some. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Supernatural and anything I've written here is a work of fiction.
1996
The three Winchester boys were off once again. Leaving New Jersey and onto the next demonic destination. Dean stared out the passenger window as Sam lay down in the backseat writing something. Dean had spent the morning making fun of his geek brother for doing homework that no longer mattered. John had put his parental foot down and told the boys not to make a sound and for two hours, they hadn't. John pulled his black Impala into a rest area. He took out his pistol filled with rock salt and opened the door.
"I'll be right back. Stay in the car." He told his boys. Dean nodded while Sam just wrote.
"Do you know how pointless it is to still be doing that?" Dean scoffed.
"Dean, spell Anthropology." Sam said back. Dean whipped his head around and stared at his baby brother, "I thought so," Sam replied, "It isn't worthless. You'll thank me for knowing this stuff one day."
"Not likely." Dean scoffed. "You're twelve, you don't need to spell anthropology anyways."
"Dean, you're sixteen. You should be able to spell it. Do you see the problem?" Sam almost laughed.
"Whatever." Dean crossed his arms and turned back around.
He could hear a buzzing noise come from the glove department. He dug through it until he could the family phone. John had purchased it after Sam had gotten left at a gas station a few months back. The boys were to keep it with them so John could find them at any given time. It was a number Dean only slightly recognized. He must've dialed it a few times before.
"Hello?" Dean answered. There was no one speaking on the other end but he could hear breathing. "Who is this?" Dean asked almost afraid of the answer. No voice usually meant something bad was going to happen.
"Dean. Dean Winchester." A girl's voice said.
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"It's Amanda from Truman High School. You were here about two months-"
"Yeah, I remember you. Is something wrong?" He interrupted.
She didn't say anything. He could tell the girl was scared. "Amanda? What is it?" He finally asked again. Sam sat up and gave his brother a quizzical look.
"I have to tell you something so just, listen up." She tried to be fierce. Sam hit Dean's arm but he pushed his brother away.
"What is going on? Are you hurt?"
"No, Dean, I'm fine I'm just…" There was a long pause. Dean waited.
"Amanda!" He couldn't take it.
"Dean, I'm pregnant." She blurted out. She had said it so loud that Sam heard it. He would've heard it either way since his head was so close to the phone. Dean looked at his little brother who had gone ghost white. At that moment, John got back in the car with a neutral look on his face. Once he saw that Sam was ready to pass out and Dean was ready to vomit, his face grew to a confused look.
"What is it?" John asked his sons.
2011
Shylan walked out of the classroom. It was more like sneaking out since she was technically suppose to be in class for another twenty minutes. It was a world history class and it was more than difficult to sit through, especially for an hour. Shylan quickly walked down the hall towards the guy's bathroom by the field house door. Her long chestnut hair hung down her back pushed down by her wool hat. Shylan looked over her shoulder before pushing open the door and peering inside. She had to make sure her guy was in there; once in a while he wouldn't meet her at the arranged time and she would know something was wrong. The girl walked inside once she saw Tony leaning against the back wall. He had a joint in his hand standing next to the open window.
"Want a hit, kid? Just rolled it this morning. Guy I got it from called it The Purple King." He exhaled smoke from the hit and laughed. Shylan leaned against the wall and took the joint from him. She inhaled a puff of smoke and held it. It had a sweet scent to it mixed with the usual smell that pot had. Once she exhaled and handed him his joint back, she nodded.
"You never say much kid. Do you have anything to say at all?" Tony asked her. Shylan shrugged moving around him to sit on the window ledge. Tony put a hand on her thigh and twisted his finger through her fishnets. Shylan smiled at him. "I've got lots to say." She said leaning in close to him. Tony acquired a sinister smile on his face and leaned in closer.
"Oh yeah?" He asked lifting an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, lots! But nothing worth saying to you. You wouldn't understand anyways, it's all over your head." Shylan removed his hand and hopped off the ledge. She reached into her bra and took out a wad of cash and held it out to him.
"Product please. That's all I came here for." Shylan held out her hand and waited for Tony to hand over her share. He shook his head, "One day, you'll come into this bathroom for more than my weed." He put the Ziploc bag of product into her hand and she stuffed it in her bag. Once it was secured in a zippered pocket she looked up at Tony.
"Keep holding your breath and maybe someday you'll get lucky." Shylan smiled walking towards the door.
"Hopefully it's with you." He shouted as she closed the door.