Supernatural Fan-fiction—Can't Be Replaced
Stormee's P.O.V.
We were headed down I-45, the rainy and overcastted weather turning my mission gloomier. I knew this was going to be hard. Emotionally and damn sure physically. It's been two years since I've seen him; heard his voice and felt him hold me. Two years since that damned yellow-eyed demon took him. Hell, I didn't even know if he was alive. Could he be? Was he still out there? Was he suffering?
I sank down in the leathery backseat. Only vaguely aware that I was still being driven by two demons. They didn't know who I was, didn't know what I was doing here. They just thought they could be in for a new, younger meat suit. And I'd be damned if I was going to be possessed by a filthy demon.
"You sure your feeling okay, Vanessa?" the she-demon asked, unaware I knew she didn't really care if I was feeling fine or that my instincts were shouting, "KILL! KILL! KILL!" Of course I wouldn't kill them…not yet, anyways.
Yellow-eyes was definitely a big kahuna in their world, so I would try to get some info out of them. "Vanessa?" she asked again. Oh, shit…I forgot I gave them a fake name. "Oh, um, yes, ma'am." I said, biting back the sarcasm. I was in a car with two fucking demons! Oh, yeah, I was totally fine.
"I just want to rest a little." I laid my head against the window to my left. I was sure I could handle two demons with what I had on me. I casted quick glances at them from the corner of my eyes, watching them try and act like a normal couple helping a lost teen. I had tracked them and I knew they would be in this area. I made sure it was their SUV that I signaled down when I put on a façade of being left out here by my boyfriend. That hit so close to home, though. I had been left. But, unwillingly. They gingerly offered to take me to the nearest town. Which I knew was at least an hour away. That is, a town that actually had phones was an hour away. We were about fifteen minutes into the drive and I was waiting for the half-hour mark to hit and say I was feeling sick. They would let me out of the car. If I stayed out long enough that she-demon was most likely to come and try to 'see if I was okay.' I had accidently drifted off to sleep and felt myself being pulled into re-living the memory that has haunted me for two years.
It's been a weird day, I thought to myself. Carter and I had been out for coffee that morning and found ourselves being basically interrogated by a detective. He had said his name was Daniel Williams, and he was investigating an ongoing case of a string of kidnappings. It was a strange conversation. Though, later, the detective left to apparently talk to his partner, who he hadn't mentioned before.
Now, Carter and I were alone at his house watching Night of the Living Dead. It was the original, thank God. And I was cuddled up to him, my head lying on his shoulder. It was just to the part where Barbara found herself at the house after running from some 'psychopath' in the cemetery. She was scared out of her wits. The strange man had attacked her and her brother Johnny. And she had left him only out of desperation and because of being completely terrified.
I'd seen this movie thousands of times but after my parents died in a car accident I never really wanted to. But, Carter was here and I knew I was safe. I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his scent. He smelled of axe cologne and cigarettes. Oddly, I loved that smell. Barbara had finally gotten inside and was met by a man.
Then, there was a knock at the door. I was getting into this movie and thought it had come from it, but then I thought, Um, since when do zombies knock? They're not gonna be all like, -knock knock- "Hey, wanna let us in? We just wanna eat your bra—"I was cut out of my thoughts as I felt Carter moving up from his place on the couch. "Car, where ya goin'? We aren't outta popcorn are we?" I looked at the bowl. Nope, still mostly full. Then I realized that the knocks were still continuing. "Who do you think it is?" I asked him. He shrugged and continued to the front hallway.
I involuntarily got up and followed him. In case it was one of those ignorant bitches from school who always showed up wanting to hangout with Carter thinking they could put a move on him. Ha-ha, not by a long shot, I thought. They never seemed to get that they weren't getting close to him. I was only fourteen at the time, and Carter had just turned sixteen, but I knew a trick or two. It only took four muscles in your arm, wrist and hand to smack a bitch, and I wasn't scared to either. Then a sudden gust of cold night wind brought me out of my thoughts.
Carter had opened the door while I was zoned out. But, it wasn't one of those girls standing there, but a man dressed in full black with startling, yet intriguing, eyes that seemed to glow yellow in the light that spilled from the open doorway. "Um, can I help you, sir?" Carter asked the strange man that stood on the porch. The man looked up at Carter and I and he plastered a wide smile on his face.
"I was just wondering if you might have a phone I could use. My car overheated and I need to call my wife to tell her that I will be late and maybe a tow truck." Oh, so cliché, I thought. But, Carter being the Good Samaritan he was invited the man in and led him to the kitchen to use the cordless phone mounted on the wall.
I just followed them, wanting to get back to the movie, and back to his arms. The man started to dial a number then put the phone back on the wall mount and looked at Carter; seeming to look straight through him and into me. Like he could see the growing uneasiness that seized my mind. Carter didn't seem to notice, though. So, I said nothing. I just faked a kind smile. Then that's when the gust hit me.
I turned around and saw that, down the hallway, the front door stood wide open; the fall leaves being brought in by the breeze. I knew I had shut that door. It had creaked and clicked shut like it always did. I was sure of it. Then, it slammed shut. No one was near it.
Carter jumped and turned around. "What was that, Stormee? Why'd you slam the door?" Being my cocky self, I replied, "Hun, have you realized that I am in the same place I just was and have been holding your hand since we've been in the kitchen?" Carter looked at me, testing my words. "Must have been the wind," He said.
I looked back at the man, remembering he was there and realizing he hadn't said a thing since being led into the house. "Um, aren't you supposed to call your wife?" I asked him. The strangest feeling came over me. I swear I saw something flash in his eyes. But, it was gone as soon as the thought was.
The man then broke out in a wide, triumphant grin that gave me chills. He looked psychopathic. "And now the show begins," He said. "Carter, Stormee? One lesson…never let anyone inside your home, especially if they're a demon."
His eyes flashed completely yellow; a glowing evil thing it appeared to be. Carter looked at the man, a sudden knowing in his eyes. We had never told the man our names. The lights flickered and the man's smile grew bigger, if that was even possible.
I was scared. I had never been this scared in my life. Carter seemed to feel me tense up and he squeezed my hand, slowly pushing himself back into me, leading me into the hallway. He looked back at me and I know what that look meant. Run.
As soon as the recognition flickered in my mind, Carter was thrown against the wall. But, by whom? No one had moved. Another evil glint passed through the man's eyes and at a flick of his wrist I was thrown backwards into the hallway's wall, pictures pummeling me from above.
The man's voice boomed, "I will now tell you why I am here. Carter, when you were an infant I marked you to be one of my army. I spilled my blood into you and now you have powers. Otherworldly powers. And I have come to claim what is mine." No, I thought. No one knew about what Carter could do. Only us. Carter groaned in pain and I tried to get myself upright to move over to him. But my head was pounding and I had sharp pains stabbing themselves in my back.
"Now, Carter, you are to come with me and fight against those who oppose our ways. We are going to take over the world. Hell on earth." Carter looked unnaturally determined, and fury burned in his eyes. "I will not. And don't lay another hand on her or I swear I will kill you."
His boldness surprised me, and yet I was still frightened of the fire burning in his eyes. It scared me and Carter never scared me. I had never seen this side of him. Carter was standing up now. Facing the man, determined to do whatever it took to get us out of here, he was suddenly brought to his knees. Straining against invisible chains. My heart ached. He was in pain, I knew it.
Just then, the door burst open and Detective Williams from this morning came in. Yet something about him now seemed to settle in me. He was faking everything earlier. He wasn't a detective; he was someone who knew what he was dealing with. The man was then doused with liquid, which strangely enough looked like water, yet it burned the man and he was frantically trying to wipe it off.
"John," the man growled, "You are going to regret this." A gun shot rang out just as Detective Willi—John was thrown back. He landed with a thud. The shot didn't seem to hit anyone or anything as far as I could tell but I was still aching. Carter remained on his knees trying to force the strange entity holding him down away.
"Carter! Carter!" I screamed, feeling a burning in my throat that somehow mingled its way to my heart. I suddenly remembered I was dreaming. Re-living my last moments with Carter. I knew how this ended and I hated it.
I guess he knew that he was being taken away because he looked at me with tears and love in his pained eyes and said, "Stormee, I lo—"
Suddenly I was pulled from the dream as the car I was in lurched forward over a railing, the tires screeching on the wet pavement as they left the road for good. I remember being flipped over and over and finally everything leveled out. I was upright in the seat, my seatbelt keeping me in place.
The humans that the demons were possessing were definitely dead now. One was crushed by the dashboard caving in and the other was impaled through the throat. That was all I saw before everything faded to black.
I rustled awake to the sound of a conversation only to pass out again. Then, I fully woke up, only to see a familiar face. Bobby Singer was looking down at me.
