Chapter One:
Deep.
The room turned cold.
The air went brisk.
Within the darkest hour of the night Alex had reached out in attempts to grab her comforter and bring it over her bare legs. The young woman stroke the wind once more with the motion of her hand before gradually sitting up, with her eyes half open and her mind still in a dream like state; she walked around the room in attempts to look for something soft, comfortable, and warm to sleep on and snuggle in.
After a few moments of stumbling in the dark, Alex plunged onto an old sofa. She pleasantly got into a sleepless fetal position and welcomed the warmth of the fabric-like material onto her body as she fell right back asleep….
Hours past since Alex last opened her sandlot-filled eyes, being sucked into dreams she couldn't remember, dreams that made her happy, dreams that brought her joy; but said dreams were brought to a halt.
An obnoxious roaring brought Alex back to reality. It dawned closer and closer as if it was meant for her. As the girl sat up, the noise gradually turned into silence. Alex was wide-awake now. No use to go back to sleep, she thought in a sarcastic manor. Like any grown woman who doesn't get enough beauty sleep, Alex asserted her self. She was angry. Pissed. All she wanted was a good night's rest, but not even that can be given to her.
Alex stood up from the couch, without any hesitation or second thought, and walked toward the small beam of light emerging from underneath the doorway. Alex knew that she wasn't home, she just wasn't one hundred percent sure of it. It was dark and nothing could be seen. Nothing, until she opened that door.
Shadows of three figures stood in front of brightening headlights of a low-riding car, talking amongst each other. One of them could have been deemed a basketball player, with his height overcompensating for the other two men next to him. The other one standing to the left of 'Mr. Ginormous' was in a wheel chair. With the third man, (assuming they were all men because neither of their shadows had an hourglass figure) standing in front of the handicap, attempting to help him with his wheelchair. With such unfamiliar faces, Alex slowly attempted to walk back into the house. She wasn't looking for any trouble, nor did she want to start any. As she repositioned her body to turn back, the hardwood flooring began screeching from the large weight shift. The girl, for a moment, glanced back in hopes that neither of the men heard the noise. But what she saw was way beyond that.
These men were cautious; each one pulled out a gun and pointed it right at her. Oh shit. Alex swiftly ran back into the house. She heard the screeching of a wheelchair deem in closer. She needed a place to hide, and quick! Alex ran into the kitchen and hid under the cloth covered breakfast table.
Footsteps were finally in the house; Alex couldn't help but to take a peek from under the tablecloth. The steps were slow and discreet. Slight conversational whispers were being made by the oldest of the three men. "Sam high, Dean you go low." Impossible? This isn't happening? Suddenly, the tablecloth was pulled up, and Alex's hiding place was discovered. "Gotcha."
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor any of the characters.
I know this sounds like a predictable 'Mary-Sue fic' about a Supernatural Fan Girl who tags along with the Winchesters and automatically fights with them, and becomes the best damn hunter on the planet, also intentionally falling in love with one of the brothers...but its not. Far from it. The Catch: In this fic, there will be a lot of boundaries that are going to be pushed, a lot of vulnerabilities that are going to be exploited, and not to mention a lot of scenes and language not meant for younger readers. So if you are looking for that Mary-Sue fic, please go back and read another story. Thank you. :)
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