Authors note: Hello! I can't tell you the last time I've been on this account lol, honestly I've just been so busy that I haven't been able to do it :( but I got the idea to write a Supernatural fanfic because it's my new obsession, so I'm going to give this fanfic stuff another go. By the way, if you are on Instagram my name is Supernatural_babes and it is omgsupernaturalbabes on Tumblr. Well, without further ado, Here goes my attempt at trying to get back into writing ;)
Chapter One: The Switch
Sam Winchester held a blood stained rag on his left forearm tightly. Before he acquired his injury, the rag used to be a pure white. Now it was a dark red with a lighter color red mixed in, indicating that fresh blood was pumping into it. Blood oozed down his right wrist and arm but that was of little importance to him at the moment, although he would not deny that he was feeling himself to be a tad woozy.
He panted hard as he knelt down behind a wall in the abandoned warehouse they had walked into just moments ago. Long story short, Sam and Dean had been hunting a monster in a small town called Oredale, which resided in Mississippi. A town so small, it wasn't even on the maps. They weren't exactly sure what they were hunting yet, which explained why they first visited the abandoned warehouse. They had heard a witness say that they "saw a beastlike creature dragging a corpse into the warehouse and that was the last time it was seen." Dean had proposed that it may be the beasts hiding place, so they agreed to check it out. Unfortunately, they weren't prepared enough because minutes after they walked in, they were ambushed. During the ambush, Sam's arm was clawed by one of the beasts. In the midst of the ambush, Dean and Sam were separated. Retrieving a rag from his pocket, he pressed it on his wound and ran to hide. To figure out a plan to take on the monster.
He reached into his back pocket and grabbed more bullets for his gun and loaded it as quietly as possible. He had fired at the monster before he was attacked, but he missed so he wasn't in fact sure if the bullets would work against the beast. However he also didn't have any other weapon with him besides the demon knife, and he really didn't want to get close enough to it to stab it. He was certain of one thing though; He couldn't have that monster take a hit on him like that again and expect to not bleed to death. He was already starting to feel a bit faint.
Suddenly, gun shots echoed in the warehouse. It obviously had to have been Dean, he was relieved to hear that he was still up and fighting. Just when he was about to stand up and try follow the sound to meet up with Dean, he heard loud footsteps coming towards his direction. The beasts breathing was rough and ragged, and it growled coldly as it walked. Sam peeked only slightly around the corner of the wall and saw it. It had to have been nine feet tall, it was naked with gray fur covering its body, almost like a werewolf you would see in a movie. It had fangs that hang over its bottom lip and yellow eyes that pierced through the darkness. Its claws on his hands looked to be at least ten inches long and they were bloody, confirming that it was the beast who had attacked Sam. It slouched eerily. Sam had never seen a beast, or heard of one, that was anything like what he was seeing.
The beast suddenly sniffed the air then spun its head around to look at Sam.
He smells my blood! Sam thought as the beast turned around and began running towards him. Sam immediately jumped up and pointed the gun at the monster. He shot it three times, once hitting it in the chest, another in the left arm, and the last in its right shoulder. As he had feared, the bullets did nothing. They didn't even slow it down. Before Sam could react, the beast was right in front of him.
It wrapped its large clawed hand around Sam's throat and lifted him completely off of the ground. Sam had dropped his rag on the ground when he was lifted and now blood was soaking his sleeve and practically pouring down his arm. Sam grabbed at the beasts large hand, struggling to keep breathing. The monster made a deep throated noise that sounded like laughter. He looked down at Sam's bloody arm and grabbed it with its other hand. It stuck out its long gray tongue and began to taste Sam's blood, making a deep satisfied noise.
Sam was seeing lights now. He was breathing slower and slower as the beast held him around his neck. He could feel himself drifting...
Then suddenly, the beast let out a deep pain filled screech, which literally rang Sam's eardrums. The monster immediately released him, causing him to fall onto the hard floor. He gasped for air and glanced up to see the monster; Light pierced through its eyes and mouth. The light was so bright for Sam, that he covered his eyes with his right elbow to keep himself from being blinded. The monster screeched for about thirty seconds or so and then stopped. Sam looked up and watched the large body fall to the ground, causing the floor to vibrate. Sam was thrilled to see that a young dark haired man wearing a trench coat was standing above him.
"Castiel," Sam panted. "I've never been happier to see you."
Castiel reached down and took Sam's right arm, lifting him off the ground with ease. "I am sorry I didn't get here sooner," Castiel apologized. "Where is Dean?"
"His gunshots came from that way," Sam pointed with his left arm in the direction but stopped as he flinched with pain. Castiel cocked his head and took Sam's arm into his hands. "Be careful, its deep." Sam barley got the words out.
Castiel laid his left hand on Sam's wound gently and closed his eyes. A ray of blue light beamed from his palm and Sam felt a small tingling sensation for a few seconds. Castiel opened his eyes then and removed his hand. Sam looked down and all that was left of his wound wad blood. His skin was smooth and undamaged. It didn't even hurt.
Sam looked up at Castiel and nodded. "Thanks."
"We need to find Dean and get out of here." Castiel responded. "I know what you two are hunting." he turned around and began running the direction Deans gun shots had come from before.
Sam followed. "What is it?" he asked. After seeing a beast like that, he was completely clueless.
"Those things that attacked you and Dean are ogres," Castiel replied. "And as nasty as those are, those aren't the things you need to be concerned about."
Sam was shocked. There was something else too?
Before Sam could ask, they turned a corner and saw Dean pulling one of the angel knives out of the other ogres head. Dean turned around and saw Castiel and Sam, his attention immediately went to Sam.
"Sammy?" He asked concerned. He sprinted over to the two of them and grabbed Sam's arm. "I saw that thing tear into your arm, are you alright? What happened?" The big brother in Dean was obviously showing. He only got this emotionally concerned if Sam was ever badly hurt.
Sam pulled away. "I'm fine, Cas came just in time and fixed me up." Sam replied. "Seriously couldn't have showed up at a better time." He said glancing at Castiel.
Dean let out a breath and slapped Sam's arm. "I was worried when we were separated. Seriously, even I could tell that wound was deep," He sighed and looked at Castiel. "Thank you."
"You can thank me when we get out of here," Castiel said quickly. "This isn't over yet. The ogres were just the beginning."
Dean looked confused. "What? No, the ogres were alone."
Castiel shook his head. "Ogres just don't appear, they have to be created and summoned," he said as he grabbed Dean and Sam by their arms, ready to teleport them to safety. "And the thing that created them is far more dangerous than those ogres, we have to get-"
Castiel stopped. His eyes widened and Dean and Sam felt his hands tense up.
"Cas?" Dean asked. "Cas, what's wrong?"
"We're too late." Castiel muttered coldly. "Neither of you leave my side." he mumbled as his jaw clenched. Sam and Dean looked at each other. Something had Castiel fearful and that meant that this thing must be pretty bad.
"Castiel, fancy meeting you here." A voice echoed from behind them. The three of them turned around-Castiel still holding onto their arms-to see a young woman. The woman looked to be about twenty four or so in age, she was slender and pale with bright red lips that stuck out on her face. She wore a black low cut shirt with jeans and red heels. She had long black hair that reached down to her elbows. She smiled darkly. Her eyes were an unnaturally blue color.
"Aria," Castiel addressed her.
"You remember me, I'm flattered," She smiled. "I thought after last time you would erase me from your memory forever."
"I almost did," Castiel replied. "But I decided I would need the memory just in case I would ever run into you again."
She tapped her chin. "That's smart, I suppose. But Castiel, I'm disappointed. Why did you kill my children?"
"Those were your doing? Lady, next time teach your kids to be a little nicer." Dean shot off with attitude. Castiel squeezed Deans arm.
"Dean, don't." Castiel said deeply.
Aria looked annoyed. "Castiel, you better put a muzzle on your pet." she said darkly.
Dean laughed sarcastically. "I'm nobody's pet, wicked witch."
"Dean!" Castiel shouted and turned to him. "I said I will handle this."
Aria stared at Dean darkly, a look that seemed as if she were going to unleash something nasty against him. A look that actually gave Dean a small shiver, but he just casually shook it off and met her gaze twice as hard. Then, she smiled. She let out a chuckle.
"You're Dean Winchester...your reputation is right on track. I like you." Aria crossed her arms.
Dean nodded and let out a smirk. "Always the woman pleaser," Sam rolled his eyes.
"Well, Castiel, your favorite human has been able to amuse me. So I'll tell you what. Instead of just killing you three, I'll throw you into a little game. A game I think you will all enjoy."
Castiel's expression grew dark. "Aria, no games."
"Oh come now, you love my games! You loved my game last time," she winked. "And I've got the perfect idea for that lady killer you've got on your side." She looked directly at Dean.
Suddenly, Aria pressed her hands together and mumbled something inaudible to Sam and Dean, but Castiel obviously heard it because he immediately tried to teleport away from the warehouse. But when he teleported the three of them, he only got a few inches away from where they were previously standing. Castiel then fell onto the ground and clutched his head in agony. Sam and Dean watched helplessly.
Sam knelt down beside Castiel and grabbed his shoulders. "Cas!" Sam shouted.
Dean looked at Aria. "You let him go, you son of a bitch!" Aria just smiled in return.
Dean looked back down and Castiel just disappeared in thin air. Sam looked around, panicked. "Cas!" he yelled. "Cas, where-" he began to scream again but was silenced by a painful pounding in his head. He grabbed his head and screamed, the pain so unbearable he thought he was going to die.
Dean's eyes grew wider as he bent down to grab his little brother. But before he could grab him, Sam was gone. Just like Castiel, he vanished in thin air. Dean looked around, neither of them were anywhere to be seen.
He looked up at Aria, "What did you do to them! Where-" But before Dean could finish, he fell to the ground in agony. Just as Sam and Cas before him, he felt the deep rush of pain as he grabbed his head with his hands. It felt like a migraine twenty times intensified. Aria walked over to Dean and looked down at him, smiling.
"Go get em, lady killer." she winked. Then she snapped her fingers, and everything went black for Dean.
