Backseat Driver by Katty Noir
A/N: First and foremost, THIS IS A SELF-INSERT FIC. IT FEATURES A FEMALE CHARACTER WHOSE NAME, LOOKS, PERSONALITY, FAMILY, ETC IS THE SAME AS MINE. I'm stating this NOW so that I don't get slack for it later. THIS HAS BEEN MADE CLEAR. SELF INSERT. NOT A SERIOUS FICTION. This story is purely for fun; I am not a professional writer and nor do I have any plans to become one.
Summary: Destinies never change; but the path leading up to that destination might. Sam and Dean cross paths with a teenager who has the "gift" of being extra sensitive to paranormal activity; namely, demons. They let her tag along for the summer, and, somewhere in between cases, in between dirty motels and phone calls to a father that never answers, the brothers realize she has her own destiny to work out, too. Starts in the middle of Season One and continues up to the finale.
Rating: T for violence, language, mature themes, and some sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own SUPERNATURAL or any quotes/song lyrics featured at the beginning of each chapter. I own Katty, Holly, Brooklynne, any characters and plot that are not connected to the television show. THIS IS THE DISCLAIMER FOR ALL FOLLOWING CHAPTERS.
Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine
And down through my ribs
Prologue: Something Wicked
Once upon a time, long after people still believed in fairy tales and monsters but before they considered such things a part of day-to-day life, there was a television show called Supernatural.
It was a show about two brothers (and occasionally a father) but it was also about ghosts and vampire and monsters and all sorts of illogical things that had no place in our logical little world. It was also a story of love and redemption and just what it means to be a family.
Just as any show with two rugged, more than slightly damaged male leads, it gained quite a female following. The majority of these women thought it was a good story, something nice to finish the week with, laugh at, drool over, and maybe get a little scared. The majority of them didn't ever think that it could be real; there was no place for monsters and men that pretty in a world like this.
One was different.
One girl watched the adventures of this adorably dysfunctional family with a different kind of gaze- she watched it with the eyes of someone who knew, just knew, it had to be more than just a story.
It had to be more than just a story.
000
Murfreesboro, Tennessee
Late May
There is something extraordinarily, supernaturally creepy about an empty school at nighttime.
As luck (or maybe fate) would have it, Holly Wakefield, Katty Sherman and Brooklynne Bell were not generally girls who scared easily, which provided some explanation as to why they were wandering aimlessly around the empty school, late at night, three long weeks before summer break.
"Let's go in the auditorium," suggested Holly, the girliest and most down to Earth of the trio, as they made their way to the west end of the school. This seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea to the other two, although Katty, the tom-boy of the group, was feeling a kind of black pressure in her stomach that was dreadfully familiar. She said nothing and chalked it up to paranoia. There was no reason to be frightened- she'd never felt anything at the school before. It wouldn't start out of nowhere like this.
It couldn't.
She may not have scared easy, but she wasn't stupid, either.
After passing through the little side hallway, they threw open the double doors leading into the side of the auditorium to see absolutely nothing. It was completely pitch black.
"Cool!" said Holly, taking a few steps into the darkened room. Brooklynne followed her, but Katty hung back at the doors, peering into the auditorium with eyes more accustomed to the dark and what could be hiding in it than other humans'.
The familiar pressure in her stomach was building, her skin tingling and her heart pounding. She felt like she couldn't get enough air, no matter how deeply she breathed. The room began to spin; she'd never felt anything this intense before. She put a hand on the doorway to steady herself as Holly disappeared into the black. All she could think was get out.
"Guys," she said, her voice reverberating around the empty room. The other two turned back to look at her, half bathed in shadow. "Guys, this isn't a good idea."
"Katty," said Brooklynne impatiently. Katty took a deep breath and half a step into the room and she knew immediately that if they didn't get out of there fast they wouldn't be going anywhere ever again.
"We need to leave," she said sharply, her eyes widening warningly, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "Right now. I'm not messing around you guys, we need to go right now-"
It may have been something in her voice that made them listen, or maybe it was the hair rising on the back of their own necks, but whatever it was, they walked past Katty without another word of protest, leaving her to close the doors behind them, and then ran all the way to the East side of the school, not speaking until they were in Katty's car, driving with their windows down, the cool night wind whipping their hair around their faces.
"Okay, that was weird," said Holly. Katty said nothing, gripping the steering wheel tightly, her jaw clenched and her brow furrowed.
"Katty?" asked Brooklynne, leaning forward and looking at the girl who was driving. "What was that?"
Katty couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound melodramatic. But her friends were still looking at her, so she said, simply, just one word because it was all she could manage, still staring intensely at the dark road ahead of her-
"Demons."
000
Hannah Day just wanted to leave. She was a senior; she had only two days of school left. She was graduating a week from Sunday and the last thing she wanted was to be back in the place, late at night on Friday. But she'd left her wallet in the auditorium, and she didn't really have much choice.
She stumbled into the dark room, arms outstretched in front of her, trying vainly to see. She tripped down the steps and swore, loudly, feeling for the stage.
Instead, she touched something solid and- and not exactly warm.
Her breath caught and her body went cold. She looked up and saw eyes, staring down at her, inhuman eyes.
She screamed.
000
The other two didn't believe her, not really. They knew they'd felt something, but they were, after all, logical and down to earth and they figured it must have been their more eccentric friend's paranoia rubbing off on them.
It couldn't have been demons, they thought. Demons had no place in the chaotic but logical world of high-school and homework. It was just the stress, getting to them and making them imagine impossible things.
000
It was on the news Sunday.
A church group had found a girl in the auditorium, dead.
Horribly dead.
Murdered by something not human dead.
Of course, the papers didn't say that; no one working for them was smart enough to realize that the culprit was something much more terrifying than a serial killer. But Katty knew, instinctively, that a human did not nail that girl's feet and hands in the position of a five-point star to the stage and draw in her blood, on the wall, symbols that no one had ever seen before.
And, coincidentally, two young men in East Tennessee knew the same thing.
000
Sam Winchester stared for a few minutes at the headline of the Tennessean, not entirely sure he was reading it right.
TEENAGER MURDERED IN HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM.
Phrases from the article jumped out at him, and as soon as he was done reading, he jumped to his feet and strode over to his brother's bed.
"Dean," he said, shaking the older man by the shoulder. "Dean, wake up."
Dean rolled over, throwing a tan and muscled arm over his face, eyes still half closed. "Christ, what-"
Raising his eyebrows, Sam shoved the paper in his face. Dean looked at it silently before his eyes flashed up to Sam, who just raised his eyebrows more.
"Christ," said Dean again, staring at the paper.
"Something tells me Christ doesn't have anything to do with this," said Sam.
000
School was cancelled Monday, for obvious reasons, but the students were back on Tuesday, all of them staring at the yellow tape across the doors to the auditorium as they walked past it to their classes.
Katty, Holly and Brooklynne, normally loud, vivacious, sarcastic, and hilarious, were unusually pale and quiet, and no one knew why.
It could have been them. There had almost been three deaths instead of one, and they knew it. On Sunday evening, police had shown up at their respective houses, saying that they had been seen on footage in the school cameras. They weren't being accused of anything; the cameras showed them driving away at exactly the same time the estimated time of death was, for the girl.
When the police informed her of that, Katty had gone white as a sheet.
Five minutes and it would have been them.
Holly tried to reason through it, talk it about with the other two, tried as hard as she could make some sense out of the nightmare.
But there was no sense to be made.
Brooklynne cried, because she didn't know what else to do.
And Katty sat motionless, jaw clenched, eyes red and haunted.
It was no human that had killed that girl.
TBC...
"Blinding," by Florence and the Machine.
A/N: HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE. I hope you enjoyed the start! Leave a review and tell me what you thought. Hope everyone's enjoying their summers, I am! I getting a ball python next Monday. FREAKING SCORE.
Love.
K
