What's up, guys? This is yet another story I'm writing. This one is unrelated to my other stories, but you might notice some similarities between them.
This story is pretty AU. Jess never died, and as soon as Azazel was killed, Sam went back to school. However, he still occasionally has visions and such. The Gate to Hell was never unlocked. Dean and Sam keep in touch, but Dean kept hunting when Sam went back to school. Jess knows about hunting, and Sam's visions.
I hope you guys like it. If you do, let me know. I write this stuff because I like to, but it helps motivate me when I read the reviews. If you have some constructive criticism, I would love to read those as well.
Chapter One
Sam's P.O.V.
A girl sits on the barn floor, tied to a post. Her head swings lazily around, and her hands are bound behind the post. A male teenager squats down next to her, holding a beer bottle. He waves the bottle just under her nose, laughing cruelly at her quiet mewling and suffering. Her face is covered by the shadows in the room, making it impossible to see her expression.
"C'mon, baby, don't you want some?" He says teasingly. When the girl doesn't answer, he grabs her hair, forcing her head forward. The girl gives no reaction other than a small whine. The boy brings the neck of the bottle up to her lips, forcing some into her mouth. He covers her mouth with his hand, causing her to swallow the alcohol.
The girl coughs, and lets out another pained cry. The boy laughs coldly. Another boy walks up.
"Hey, Mike, I think she likes it." He says callously, offering Mike another bottle.
"I got one just for her." He says slyly.
Mike smiles wickedly up at the other boy. "Thanks, Jimmy." He turns back to the girl.
"What do you say to Jimmy, Freak?" He asks the girl. She gives no response, just stares dejectedly at the floor.
Mike's face screws up in anger, and the girls head snaps to the side from a powerful backhand slap. Mike leans in close, breathing his foul breath right in her face.
"I said, what do you say, Freak?" The girl slams her eyes shut, whimpering and mewling quietly. Mike shoves her face away in disgust, standing up.
He looks at Jimmy. "My dad warned me it was broken. I don't know why he bothers keeping it around. They keep expecting him to come for it." Mike explains with a disgusted look at the girl. Jimmy stares down at the girl, nodding slowly.
"Yeah. They should just get rid of it." He turns around, facing another group of guys, shouting rowdily. He looks back at Mike sympathetically, taking a swig from his own bottle.
"You know," He says drunkenly. "Your dad might be grateful if you got rid of it for him."
Mike nods, and turns back to the girl. He shoves to bottle back into her mouth, forcing her to take large gulps. A bloodcurdling shriek bursts out of her, and she thrashes around, still tied to the post. When her screams settle, she droops lower on the post, moaning pitifully. Mike lifts her chin, appraising the glazed look in her eyes. He nods with satisfaction.
Mike looks back at the group of guys. "Hey fellas!" he shouts. Mike looks back at the innocent girl, smiling inhumanely. Mike pulls out a pocket knife, and he grins as the blade glints in the moonlight.
"Want to have some fun?"
I sit straight up in bed, holding my head as the pain slowly vanishes. I feel Jess stir beside me. She turns on the lamp, and I hiss at the sudden brightness.
Jess places a palm on my shoulder. "Baby, you okay?"
I open my eyes, and look at her, worried. I'm alright. Not sure if the girl is.
"Jess, I...have to go somewhere." I say, wincing at how awful that sounds.
"What? Baby, what's going on?" She asks, slipping out of bed with me. I pull on my shoes and coat quickly.
"It's complicated, Jess." I say. I'm not sure if what I just had was vision or dream, but the pain tells me it's most likely a vision.
"Where are you even going?" She asks.
Suddenly, I feel a piercing pain slice through my skull. I lean over with my head in my hand, leaning on the table for support.
A large brown barn sits desolate and alone.
A street sign blows in the wind. "Maple Oak Drive".
I straighten, and Jess has her hands on my shoulders. "Baby, are you okay?" She asks.
I look up at her. "Vision," I manage to croak, still massaging my temples. Jess leads me to a chair, and attempts to get me to sit, but I force myself back up.
"Jess, I can't. I have to help her." I say as the pain relieves some.
"Who?" She asks. I shake my head.
"I don't know, but she needs my help." I say.
Jess grabs her coat. "I'm coming."
I stop. "No. No way."
"You'll need all the help you can get." Jess points out.
"I'm not that desperate yet." I say. Jess looks away, hurt, and I take her face in my hands. I kiss her forehead, mumbling against her hair.
"I don't want you to get hurt." I say.
Jess sighs. "Fine. When will you be home?" She asks. I smile.
"I'm not sure. I'll call you, okay?" I say, and she smiles and nods. I pull open the door, but I feel her spin me around and plant a kiss on my lips.
I lean in to her, closing my eyes. Reluctantly, I pull away, savoring her smell.
"I'll be back before you know it, okay?" She nods, and I close the door.
I hop into the old car that I bought, and start the engine. I pull out of the driveway, nervously thinking of my vision again.
I reach the location of the barn after half an hour of driving. I pull the car over, parking on a road off of the main one. I walk cautiously toward the barn, gun in hand. I pull into the bushes when I hear shouting.
The two boys from my vision, Mike and Jimmy, pass by me.
"Do you think it'll die?" Jimmy asks.
Mike shrugs. "I hope so. I think Dad did, too." Mike says. I feel my spine tighten with hate. They were calling a little girl an "it". I suppress the urge to jump out and strangle the boys, instead staying hidden.
"Why was he even keeping it? I thought everyone else had given up." Jimmy says.
Mike laughs. "He thought that eventually, he would come for it. But he never did."
I feel a cold hand cover my heart when I register his words. Could this be a trap? I need to be careful.
I shudder, and start creeping toward the barn again. I hear shouting near the road, and car tires screeching against the gravel as they pull away from the curb. Once the screeching subsides, I quit hiding and sprint to the entrance of the barn.
There are no lights on inside, though in my vision, a dozen lanterns lit up the space. I push the large door open, my heart pounding. The moon is bright, and it illuminates the large expanse in front of me. I feel my heart jolt.
A small figure lays by the pole from my vision, ropes scattered around it. Grimly, I stumble toward it. The girl. My eyes widen. Her body is covered with cuts and slashes. From a knife. There's blood coating the floor beneath her, and she looks far, far too pale.
Is she...dead? I kneel down next to her, and place my hand on her shoulder. My other hand presses against her neck. I feel a small pulse beating against my fingers. A small whimper fights it's way out of her. Relief flushes through me.
I pull off my jacket, gently covering her with it. She's curled up, and looks so weak. She's cold. Very cold. I start to pull my phone out to call Jess, but then I close it. Hospital first. Then phone call.
I gently slide my arms under her. I can feel her shaking. I stand up, holding her close to me. I smell beer, and I wrinkle my nose, thinking of her drinking in my vision. Judging by the amount of bottles scattered around, I'd say she wasn't forced to drink just one.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I got'cha." I tell her quietly. Tears start trailing down her face, and a hoarse cry comes out of her. Concern crosses my face.
She's shaking violently. Is she having some sort of attack? She keeps crying, almost fighting me, trying to get away.
"It's okay. I won't drop you, it's okay." I try to comfort her, but she still cries. I carry her out of the barn, walking back to the car. I open the passenger door, and set her inside. I walk around to the other side starting the car.
Her crying starts again immediately after I step inside the car. She presses herself as far away as she can from. I don't make her wear a seatbelt.
I pull up to the hospital emergency entrance. I park the car quickly, walking around to her. As I open the door, she whimpers and leans away. I feel my heart soften at the sight of her frightened face.
"Come here," I hold out my hand. I can visibly see her shaking. When I look at her eyes, I make a strangled sound. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused. She's drunk. Those freaking kids gave her beer until she was drunk. I growl, and the girl wails and scrambles to the drivers side, trying to escape from that side. I wince. I didn't mean to scare her.
"Hey. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay." I say soothingly, reaching in after her. She lets out a scream, fighting against the door, but I still smoothly transfer her out of the car. She starts sobbing, but she doesn't fight me. I pull her out of the car, and wrap my arms around her for a moment. She's shaking like a leaf, and looks sick. I pick her up again, and swiftly start moving towards the emergency entrance.
"I know you're scared. I know you're confused, and probably can't tell what I'm saying, but you're going to be okay now." I say sadly. "I promise."
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