A little thing that popped into my head while watching the Supernatural episode All Hell Breaks Loose Pt 1. It struck me when Ava said she had been there awhile, and had become the heavyweight champion. So, enjoy this short snippet into my head canon of Supernatural.
I woke up on a cold, dirty floor. Old, dirty, peeling painted boards were pressed into my cheek. I sat up, and ran a hand over my face, and up over my long hair. I got to my feet, and searched my pockets for a hair tie. I always had some. A common thing when you have waist length hair. I tied my hair up, and dusted off. I walked across the creaking floorboards to a window, and looked down on a deserted, derelict street. I shrugged, and searched for a way out of the building I had found myself in. I found stairs, and made my way down them carefully, afraid they wouldn't hold my weight. I got safely to the bottom of the stairs, and crossed the torn up floor to the door. I stepped out, and looked around at my surroundings.
"Hello?" My voice echoed in the silence.
"Hi there." I turned, and a short dark haired woman came around the corner of the house.
"Hi. Um… Where am I?"
"Cold Oak, South Dakota." I froze. I recognized the name. In all my research and ghost hunting, there was only one place that everyone I spoke to told me to avoid if I wanted to live.
"Oh, God."
"There is no God here sweetheart." the brunette smiled at me, as she raise her hands to her temples. I looked around for a place to run, and hide. I saw nothing.
"One thing before you go. What's your name sweetheart?" I stared as smoke poured from the sky to coalesce beside her.
"Al- Um… Alice." I stammered out as a little girl with long claws and red eyes shifted towards me.
"Well, Nice to meet you. Goodbye Alice." She smiled, and gave a little wave as the child flew towards me. A scream escaped my throat, and the world grew black around me.
Some one complained to me a bit back that I should put disclaimers on my fics. I'm sorry, but I don't see this as necessary, because this site is strictly FAN-FICTION. By its nature, none of the original subject manner belongs to the authors who like to play with it.