I just gotten hooked on Supernatural and this is my first Supernatural fanfic, so... if a character says something that he probably wouldn't say in the show, it's how I want the story to go. Sue me. Not really. This takes place before the apocalypse and before Season 4. I haven't watched all of the episodes except for a few episodes early on in the series.
Disclaimer: Since this is my first Supernatural fanfic, I'm not as pissed off about this part as usual. I don't own these characters, except for Kimberly. She's my girl, ya know? (teehee.)
Kimberly's POV
The muffled male voices coming from the front seat were familiar, I knew them. Although I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, I could tell that by the sound of their voices, they were not talking about me. But of course, they didn't even know I was there. From my place in the trunk, I could hear a discussion going on but I couldn't hear what about. I was surprised though, here I was, in the trunk of some random peoples car, and I don't know where I am.
I know what you must be thinking, but I am here of my own free will. It's kind of complicated, how I got to where I was. It's suprising, it had all started out so normally.
3 hours earlier
"C'mon! Give it back!" I shouted, jumping up and down.
"Beg." My older brother Damian taunted, holding my iPod over his head.
Damn, sometimes, I hated Damian. He teased me and now he was scrolling through my playlist, commenting on every one of my songs.
"The Jonas Brothers? Really?" He laughed and shoved the iPod in my hand.
I stomped off to my room and shut the door, locking it for good measure. My brother could be a real pain in the butt sometimes. I layed down on my bed and turned up my headphones.
BEEP BEEP BEE-
I picked up my phone and answered.
"Kim? It's Becca, can I come over?"
It was my best friend, Becca Summers. Me and her had been BFF's for who-knows-how-long. She also was the only one who shared my obsession with the show Supernatural.
"Totally. I just downloaded another episode and we can watch it on my laptop."I answered.
"K k, be there soon. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and pulled my laptop out from under my pillow. I logged on and went straight to the internet, where I had a bunch of pictures of Dean and Sam Winchester as my backround. Mostly Sam though, he's my favourite. Becca liked Dean better, said Sam is weird. I say all the awesome things happen to Sam, and Dean is maybe a little funny, but I can't say no to Sam's puppy-dog eyes. I just can't! I scrolled through my episodes and got down to the newest episode. I decided to wait for Becca and watch an episode. I pulled up the pilot and watched it. Becca still wasn't here at the end. I pulled up another episode and watched it. Becca still wasn't here. Seriously! How long did it take someone to come to my house! It wasn't that far!
I got sick and tired and went downstairs for a snack. Grabbing a granola bar, I pulled on some uggs and a jacket and went exploring. I live near a forest and sometimes walk around in the trees. It was winter so they were all bare. Crunching through the leaves, I noticed some leaves on some trees. In front of me was a fully blooming forest. I turned back, all the trees were bare. What the hell? The forest in front of me was slightly glassy, like a mirage or a hallucination. I kept going forward until I reached the barrier of glass. I tried to touch it but it wasn't solid. I looked down and saw a clear line of bright forest floor and dreary, dead winter leaves.
I felt like a magnet, the glass barrier was pushing me away. What the? Pushing harder, the glass pushed harder too. Suddenly, I heard a snap from behind me and turned backwards, falling against the barrier. It burned! I actually heard a sizzle! It felt like I was inbetween the two magnets. they each were pushing to the other which in turn, pushed me back. Then it stopped and I felt the crunch of freshly fallen leaves. I stood up and saw, I had made it to the other side of the barrier! Looking back at the other, dead side of the forest, I saw the dead trees melt to become almost unreckognizable as the other side of the barrier. If I got lost, I probably wouldn't be able to find my way back!
Turning back to the bright forest, I walked silently along until I heard a faint CRACK in the distance. It sounded like gunshot. I started running. i could feel the wind puling me back but i didnt stop. My lungs were raw and dry, but i kept going. My breath became heavy and my legs felt numb, but I kept going. Then I stopped, something poked my foot! I reached down into my boot and pulled out a dagger. A dagger?! I am not a violent person, and I certainly don't carry a dagger in my boot! It was just there, but it wasn't before. The dagger was smooth gold and shining in the faint glint of sunshine breaking through the trees. I slashed the trees near me and made signs so I could find my way back.
But the strange thing is, after that, I didn't throw it down. I slid the dagger back ino my boot and patted it to make sure. It was weird. I should have put it down, but I felt and urge to put it back. I jogged now, at a steady pace through the dimming forest as the sun started to glow orange. It was getting late. Slowing to a walk, I could hear the faint sound of... Bon Jovi? I hadn't heard that singer since... Supernatural. Well, someone else had the same taste in music as Dean. Huh. The song stopped abruptly and I heard a faint, and I mean I literally had to cup my hands around my ears and not breath, car door slam.
Slower and slower I walked on, treading softly on the fresh dirt on the ground. I saw a dirt road and almost cried out in relief. Civilization! But I bit my tongue and heard a gunshot close by. Shit! I started running now, I didn't care, I wasn't going to get shot! Nearing the edge of the forest. I heard another shot ring out and a loud CRACK flew by my ears. I turned behind me and saw the tree I had just ran past had a bullet lodged in the trunk. Shit! I turned right and sprinted on through the branches. Pushing and gasping for breath, I broke through the last branch and was out in the open, raw, exposed. I looked around wildly and another bullet lodged itself into the tree right beside me.
I ducked and ran behind a trunk of a tree. Switching between bushes and trees, I spotted a sleek black Chevy Impala parked by an old, creaky house. How did I know it was an Impala? I'm a Supernatural fan, I know EVERYTHING. I made a mad dash and hide behind the exterior. Crouching low behind the door, I crawled toward the back and saw the trunk of the car was unlocked. Pushing it open just enough for me to slide in, I shoved myself through the small opening and closed the trunk door behind me. All the way. Now safe but trapped until the owners came and got me out, I slowed my heart rate and my breathing slowed to a dull gasp every now and then.
I slid over to the farthest back I could go and felt a small hitch in the floor. I was now pressed against the back of a strangers car. More muffled shots rang out but none came close to where I was. Shifting, I heard a door slam and footsteps on wood. A scratching on dirt and two voices talking. The car shook as the occupants got in and their weight displaced the car. The car doors slammed and the engine started up. I could feel the car moving now, turning and soon, the bumpy feeling was gone, we were on a real road now. The voices continued talking and I held my breath for a second, listening.
And now we get to where I started this story. The muffled male voices continued talking and I took a shaky breath every once in a while. Then, I heard a faint voice say clear as day:
"Jerk."
Very faint, very very faint. But clear as day. I breathed out and sighed. Soon the voices stopped and they were silent. I heard someone press a few buttons and a faint melody came out of the radio. I also recognized it. It sounded like Metallica or an 80's band. Now alone and bored, I hummed a little to what few notes I could hear. I shifted my weight and was now flat on my back. Laying my hands on my stomach, I felt each shallow breath. I remembered the hitch and felt my fingers slowly across the fuzzy trunk. Catching the hitch, I grabbed it and pulled. It came up and I pushed it behind me. Feeling around, I felt some round smooth things. Then I wrapped my hands around a spray bottle in the corner of the compartment.
It smelled nice. Spraying a few times on my sleeve, I placed the bottle back and closed the hatch again. I held my sleeve to my nose and breathed deeply, mmm. That smelt nice. Sweet and fruity or something. Things started feeling a little foggy as I breathed deeper and harder. The sweet smell was so pleasant. I felt so peaceful here. I wanted to get the smell away, but my arm didn't want to move, so I left it there and kept on smelling. My brain was getting foggy now, as I kept on breathing the poison sweetness. Darker and darker my vision went, until I drifted on a cloud out of the trunk and everything was pink and sweet and nice, just like the smell. My last thought? Shit, that was chloroform.
Who Knows How Many Hours later
Kimberly's POV
*THROB*
My head hurt. I could feel my brain waking up from the chloroform and groaned.
*THROB*
My nose itched. I wanted to scratch but my arms were still asleep. I was still groggy.
*THROB*
My body was slowly waking up. Who in the hell kept chloroform in their god damn trunk anyway?! Crazy people, that's who. I couldn't feel the bumps of the trunk and knew I was somewhere else. A soft mattress beneath me and a pillow under my head. Warm blankets over me and a weird sensation that someone was sitting on the bed. I burrowed down into the bed and pulled the covers up. The weight left and I could hear the two voices speaking again.
"She awake yet?"
"No. How the hell did she end up in your trunk?"
"I don't know. Don't look at me like that, I don't know!"
They were talking about me! They knew I had been in the car and when they knew I was awake, they would question me, or hand me over to the police! Shit! Great job Kim, you basically just got yourself arrested. Round of applause. Well, can't pretend forever. I groaned and opened my eyes just as another pair of eyes came into view. They looked concerned and worried. But they were familiar. Very familiar. And the expression on his face. The expression looked like a very familiar puppy-dog face I had seen on my computer. Puppy-dog face? I sat up and the face backed off and sat on the edge of the bed. I gaped and rubbed my eyes.
"Sam?"
4 Hours Earlier
Sam's POV
"Dean!" I shouted.
"What!" I heard his voice call back from a few rooms away.
"Demon dead?" I asked.
I heard footsteps from within the house and watched Dean walk into the room. He held a bloody dagger in his hand and winced slightly when he leaned on his right leg. His lip was bleeding slightly and so was his nose. There were a few scratches on his arms and blood on his neck that was dripping down his chest. His jacket had bloody stains on it and his hands were bruised and cracked. Is pants leg was stained red at the hem and his boots were dirt covered and bloody. He was lucky. I was luckier. I only had a bruised cheek, my jacket was dirty and slightly stained, and my eye was only a little puffy.
"Yeah. All gone. Like the celebratory pie that will be in my stomach soon." He grinned and jerked his neck towards the door.
God, was pie the only thing that dominated my brother's mind?
"Yeah, okay. Whatever. Let's go." I started walking to the door and shoved it open. Dean followed close behind. I turned to see the door close, right in Dean's face.
"You did that on purpose!" Dean accused, holding his nose as it started bleeding worse.
"No. You walked into the door."
"No, you're pissed that I left you with that bitch demon halfway through the fight."
"Maybe I'm a little pissed that you left me with the better fighter!"
We got in the car and Dean hit the engine. He pulled out of the dirt and joined the carless road.
"Aw, is Sammy sad cause' he got a wittle hurt?" Dean mocked, glancing over at me every once in a while.
I made a face and turned towards the window.
"Jerk." I said clearly.
"Bitch." Dean countered, not missing a beat.
I smiled in disbelief. He was so annoying. I heard him press a few buttons on that ancient radio of his. An old song from an old band from an old time drifted out and Dean hummed along, getting into it. Resting my head against the seat belt, I sighed and closed my eyes.
FLASH
Wheels on concrete.
FLASH
Gushing water.
FLASH
Gulping for air.
FLASH
I jerked up in my seat.
"Woah there Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked glancing over at me.
I sucked in a breath. "Hoover Dam."
"What?"
"The Hoover Dam. We go there next." I said with certainty.
"Why?"
"A death. No. Several. Ghost. Murder. Skateboarder." I said quickly.
"What? Calm down Sam."
"A skateboarder, a ghost skateboarder. He's killing teenage kids. Suicide. Skateboarded down the Hoover Dam and splatted. Bloody scene." I explained slower.
"A skateboarder committed suicide by skateboarding down Hoover Dam? Now he's killing teenagers by making them jump?" Dean asked.
"Yes."
"Okay. But first, we gotta stop and rest before we hit the Dam."
"Okay." I felt my heart beat grow steady and my breath become less forced.
I turned back to the window and watched the scenery blur by my eyes. Trees and hills. For an hour and a half straight. Dean turned and pulled into a run down motel with one floor. Perfect. Probably a sleezy concierge who won't even ask for I.D and make our lives easier.
"We'll stay here overnight and head to Arizona in the morning." Dean said.
I saw the sun disappearing beneath the trees outlining the landscape. Dean got out and walked towards the office to check in. I climbed out of the car and closed it gently. I walked around the perimeter of the car, something was wrong. I stopped in front of the trunk and heard a faint, shallow breath from inside the trunk. I froze. Was someone, or something, in the trunk? Dean jogged over and grinned.
"Room 1, two queens. We've got the last free room." He said, stopping.
"Dean?"
"What?"
"I think someone, or something, is in your trunk."
"What? Why would you-" He stopped as another small breath was taken.
"Get ready." I warned.
I heard the CLICK as Dean readied his gun. I put my hand gently on the handle and pulled the trunk door open slowly, peeking inside. My eyes widened and I threw the door open all the way. Putting my arm in front of Dean's gun to signal not to shoot, I pointed and his eyes followed my hand to the trunk. His eyes widened as well. There, tucked right into the back of Dean's trunk, right behind the gun compartment, was a teenage girl.
Ten Minutes Later
We were still standing there, staring at the girl. My gaze flicked to Dean and he frowned.
"I didn't put a random girl in my trunk!" He said.
"Well, then what do we do now?" I asked.
"We'll have to take her inside."
"Inside the motel room?"
"No, inside the backseat and leave her there. Of course the room! Dibs not carrying her." Dean said, turning away and walking towards the room.
"But... wait... why... Dean... ugh!" I gave in.
Looking between the girl and Dean, I sighed and reluctantly pulled the girl's limp body toward the edge of the trunk. Wrapping my arms around her upper back and inner knees, I placed her arms, one around my neck, the other hanging limply at her side. Her head rolled until it rested gently against my shoulder. I followed Dean to the door, glancing around every once in a while to make sure no one was watching. Climbing up the three steps to the door, I jerked my head towards the door, motioning for Dean to unlock it.
He stuck the key in the lock and turned it to the left. Shoving it open, He walked in first, holding the door open behind him. I turned sideways as to not whack the girls head or legs against the doorframe. Sidestepping awkwardly inside, I motioned to the nearest bed. Dean silently frowned for a second then realized what I meant. He pulled back the covers and I laid the girl down, pulling the covers over her body. Her head fell into the soft looking pillow sideways.
"Well, now what? I asked Dean. He glanced at me and smiled.
"For me? Grub time. For you? Babysitting duty." He grinned, tossing a room key at me. I caught it just to look back and see the room door close. I heard the Impala start and Dean took off to find some dinner.
I looked again at the girl. She had mid-length dark brown hair and little freckles around her nose. She looked around 16 or 17 years old and her face was relaxed. Moving closer, I sat on the edge of the bed and smelled something funny. Leaning closer, the smell seemed to be coming from her sleeve. Walking around to the other side of the bed, I took a breath. The scent smelled... sweet. Almost like... chloroform. She chloroformed herself?! Man, what an idiot. Moving away from the sleeping girl, I sank into an armchair across the room. How were we gonna deal with this?