This is getting out of hand. Seriously, someone stop me. I have five Gabriel/oc stories on the go. Only two are published right now, three soon. I can't stop. Someone stop me.
Okay, this chapter is a little on the slow side. That's a complete lie. Things seem fast, but this chapter explains how this oc managed to enter the lives of two unbelievably attractive hunters and an old drunk.
Starts right after the boys run into Gordan for the first time. Which I believe is season 3, episode 3.
As always, ask questions if your confused, and I'll try to clarify and/or fix the story as needed :)
(Play nice, I didn't read this over a billion times like my other ones, so I'm going out on a limb here and it's terrifying)
The unmistakable roar of the Impala's engine ran down the lonely back road. The moonlight wasn't anywhere, except maybe behind the storm clouds. Rain was falling by the bucket load, but that didn't slow the car down. Inside the car, Dean had the radio playing lower than usual. Sam was looking at a map with a flashlight, trying to find where to go next.
"Sammy, find a place yet?" Dean looked down to the map, trying to pick a random town. Sam pointed the flashlight to where they were on the map, and sighed.
"It's Sam. And maybe... maybe we should go back to Bobby's. You know, take a little break after what happened with Gorden. Pay attention to the road." His older brother rolled his eyes and turned back to face the road.
"Son of a-" Dean yelled out, and swerved to the left of the road, hitting the brakes. A loud thump could be heard from the front end of the car. He looked over to Sam, who shared the same look, a deer in headlights. Or, in Sam's case, a moose in headlights.
They both jumped out of the car into the pouring rain, and ran around to the front. Dean quickly looked over his car for any damage, then looked to where Sam was. Sam was leaning over the body of a small teem. He looked up at Dean, wide eyed.
"Dean. Left her feet, she's still breathing."
Together they got her in the backseat. Once back in their seats, they both ran hands through their wet hair. Dean threw the car back into drive, and took off towards in the direction he believed to be town.
Sam looked back at her, taking in her features. Dark red wavy hair, about shoulder length. Pale skin, but it didn't look like it was from not enough sun. It looked fair, smooth and like porcelain. Small too, maybe close to five and half feet. Skinny, and not a healthy skinny. Like a 'I haven't eaten in months' skinny. Her clothes were matted with mud, so was her hair and face. Probably from Dean hitting her. She had to be no older than twenty. He reached back, and dug through her pockets. When he found what he was looking for, he sat back in his seat.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
"Looking for ID." He said, leafing through her wallet. "Student card. Aurora Barker. She's finished high school, doesn't state birthday. Guessing by the way she looks, she's about 17 or 18. Dean, she's just a kid. Wait... there's four different credit cards. Different last name on each. Never the last name Barker." Sam looked at Dean, wide eyed again.
"Hunter?" Dean sounded surprised. Maybe there was a case here.
"Or someone on the run. Driver's ID, born September 22, 1988. She's seventeen." Sam put everything back in her wallet and leaned back to put her wallet back, but not before taking a mental note of the school name.
"Dean, check it out." Sam's eyes locked onto her necklace. It looked like a silver cross, on a silver chain. The skin under the necklace was red, almost like a burn.
"Dammit. What's a demon doing out here?" Dean pulled over, and put the Impala in park. Sam hopped out and opened the backseat door. Dean ran to the trunk and grabbed some rope, holy water, and a cloth. Walking around to the backseat, he opened the container, and threw some water onto the girl. It sizzled and she rolled around a little in her unconscious state. Sam sighed, and took the rope from Dean. Wrapping it tightly around her wrists and ankles, but not tightly enough to cut off circulation like his older brother would've. Dean pushed Sam out of the way, and wrapped the cloth around her mouth, gagging her. He picked her up, and put her in the trunk. The trunk lid had a Devil's Trap painted on the inside.
They both looked at her, and closed the trunk.
"Looks like we're going back to Bobby's." Dean looked at Sam, and smirked.