Hunter's Moon
By: Sandreline
Ok, I had to do it. My Marine has sucked me into the world of the tv show "Supernatural"… I watched the first two seasons in four days.
So why not give it a shot, huh? Let's see how you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Supernatural. Bugger off.
Chapter 1: To Hunt or Not to Hunt?
A black Impala was speeding down the two lane highway, old rock music blaring out the speakers. The driver was a very handsome young man with short brown hair and charming hazel eyes with a chiseled face. His head was bobbing slightly to the music as he drove the sleek classic car down the road.
"… on the highway to hell!" He sang out. "We're on the highway to hell!"
"DEAN!" The passenger in the front seat shouted at the top of his lungs so as to be heard over the music. "Can we turn it down just a little?"
Dean looked over to his younger brother Sam, giving him a stern look before finally lamenting and lowering the music so it was easy to talk to one another. "Have I ever told you that you can be such a buzz kill?"
"Several times, actually." The younger Winchester retorted, his longer brown hair being blown back by the wind from the windows being rolled all the way down. Sam's bright blue eyes were looking over the newspaper, trying to see if they could pick up on any leads. So far, it appeared as if nothing nearby was out of the ordinary.
Dean's cell phone rang, causing both of them to jump slightly. Turning the radio off, Dean flipped open his phone. "'Ello." He answered with a cheeky tone.
"Dean." Came a familiar female voice.
"Ellen?" Dean verified.
"That's right, boy." She told him, her voice soft. She looked out the window to her office before turning her attention to the phone. "I just had a few interesting visitors stop in for some drinks, and thought you might want to hear about it. Are you still in northern California?" She asked.
"Yes we are." Dean told her, ignoring Sam's mouthing of 'What's going on?'. "What was so interesting about these visitors of yours? Were they ghosts?"
"No, they were fellow Hunters." She told him. "From what they said, you and Sam are about to come across some interesting activity."
"Interesting how? Stop beating about the bush, Ellen. Is it vampires? Wendigos? Demon possession?"
Ellen sighed softly over the phone. "From the talk, I think you boys just might come face to face with an angel."
Dean's eyes widened as he slammed on the breaks. Sam let out a few curse words as he was flung forward, bracing himself on the dashboard of the car. Dean ignored his brother, however, as they stayed parked on the empty highway. "What do you mean an angel?"
Sam's anger was forgotten as he gave his brother and the phone his full attention. Ellen sighed. "In Redding, there have been near a hundred sightings of a woman with long hair and angel wings in the past year." She leaned back in her chair. "The people in the town are calling her their savior, some reporting that she saved them from demon attacks. A few of the Hunter's got a good look at her."
Dean moved to put his cell on speaker so Sam could hear as well. "The Hunter's were in the woods, tracking a werewolf. It attacked them, moving so fast that they were all on the ground and their weapons were no help." She paused. "They said that's when she appeared, basked in a silver light as she descended on large white wings."
"What did she look like?" Sam asked, taking out a pad and pen to write everything down.
"I'll give you the less perverted way." Ellen told them as she remembered how the men described it, knowing that they would be having a 'handy' time remembering their savior later that night.
"Now why do you have to take the fun out of it, Ellen?" Dean whined.
"Shut up, Dean." She said with a roll of her eyes. "As I was saying, she has long silver hair. Her skin is as pale as the moon, and they said she had a gold crescent moon on her forehead." Sam nodded, writing it down. "She was accompanied by a large black beast."
"A Hell Hound?" Sam asked.
"I'm going to say 'no', since they could see it. They said it was more like a panther, but it was the size of a horse."
"Now that's creepy." Dean cut in.
"There's more. Apparently, this creature had the same gold crescent mark on its head as the so-called angel did."
"Go on." Sam told her.
"Well, according to them, she saved them from death. The panther-like creature fought the werewolf for awhile as the angel summoned a staff of some kind. Silver light shot out of it. When they looked again, all three were gone."
"OK, so it sounds like we either have some serious drug-addicts in this city that share the same hallucination, or we have an angel on our hands." Dean commented.
"Boy, does your smart mouth ever cool it?" Ellen chastised.
"Nope, but it might learn some day." He told her.
Sam quickly interrupted. "Thanks for letting us know, Ellen. We will check it out. Do you mind keeping us updated if they manage to tell you anything else?"
"Sure, Sam." Ellen told them. "You boys be safe now, you hear?"
"We will." Sam told her as he hung up the phone.
"Well, looks like we are going to Downie." Dean muttered as he took his foot off the brake and returned to once more speeding down the interstate.
"Looks like it." Sam answered, going over the information they just received.
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Not even two hours later, and the Winchester boys pulled into the small city of Downieville. It was high up in the mountains, and even though it was late in the summer they were wearing jackets. The town had a population less than five hundred, and only one street connected it to the freeway – which was ironically named 'Main Street'. There was one gas station, one school, one grocery store… "This place is a little creepy." Dean muttered.
"So what do you think our best idea for a cover story would be?" Sam asked, looking around as they walked down the street.
"We should probably use the reporter routine- National Inquirer maybe?" Dean said. "And hit up a local dinner, bet they will have some people ready to tell a story there."
"Good idea." Sam agreed. The two brothers walked into the dinner that blatantly screamed that it was built in the fifties. All the locals looked up at them with calculating gazes, but the two Hunter's merely ignored it and moved to take a booth.
A waitress came over to them, wearing a short skirt and parlor-looking t-shirt with an apron. "Welcome to Downieville." She said with a warm smile. "What can I get for the two of you?"
"I'll have a…" Dean started as he looked up from the menu that was left on the table. His eyes widened as he drank in her figure. Long, blonde hair was tied up in two pigtails, the streamers coming out of a bun. Her dark blue eyes stood out against her pale skin and slightly pink cheeks, and her figure – whoa, those legs went for miles! "…your name and number." He finished.
A blonde eyebrow rose up, before she turned to the other man. "Is he always like this?" She asked in a soothing voice.
"He's usually worse." Sam answered as her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"He's just jealous because of my obvious charm." Dean winked at her.
"Obviously." The two replied.
"I don't like what's happening here." Dean stated before he looked back at the menu. "I'll take a coke and a bacon burger." He said, placing the menu back in its holder as she wrote it down.
"I'll take the same, but no onions, and I'll have a root beer instead." Sam told her with a smile.
She smiled warmly as she wrote it down. "I will have that out for you soon. My name is Serenity, if you two need anything." When Dean opened his mouth to make an input, she swiftly added, "That's only if it is related to your food." She gave Dean her own wink before walking off to put in the order.
Dean's mouth was literally hanging over as he watched her walk away, admiring her rear-end and the swaying of her hips. When his attention turned back to his brother, he found Sam's face pink from his barely controlled laughter.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked.
"Dude, you just got shut down." Sam laughed out loud now, crossing one arm over his chest as his other tried to cover his mouth and muffle his laughter.
Dean gave a glare. "Just watch, she can try and resist, but just one look of the 'smolder', and I will have her number, my friend."
Sam laughed some more. "Sure Dean, what ever you say."
"What?" He asked, his eyes wide in disbelief from the sheer lack of confidence his younger sibling had in him. "I will!"
Serenity returned at that moment and set down their respective drinks in from of them. "So," She started, handing them their straws. "What brings you two strangers to Downieville?" She asked with a small smile.
"We are doing some research." Dean stated, and Sam had to bite his tongue to stop from laughing. Dean was giving their waitress the 'smolder'. One of his eyebrows was raised in boyish charm, and on the opposite side his lips were pulled back in a sexy smirk. It would have worked normally… perhaps today just wasn't Dean's lucky day.
"Are you alright?" Serenity asked, her blue eyes furrowing slightly in worry. "You look like you might be, well… constipated."
Sam let out a belt of uncontrollable laughter as Dean's face contorted into horror. "What?" Dean asked. "No! I am not… oh, forget it!" Dean crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window, a pout on his face.
Sam had to take a napkin and wipe the corner of his eyes and tears of mirth came out. It did not help when Serenity gave Sam a playful wink as she turned to go help another table.
When Serenity brought them their food, Dean did not even look at her. They both ate in silence, the two brothers looking around the café and inspecting the patrons and eavesdropping on their conversations. It wasn't until Serenity delivered their change to them that any conversation resumed. "If you guys are looking for a good place to research, you might want to go a few stores down." She told them.
"Sorry?" Sam asked.
"You said you were here for research," She reminded. "This town has a lot of history. It was up for being the state capitol, but the flood destroyed most of the town. What you see is actually built on top of the ruins of the original town."
Sam and Dean shared a look, but the waitress did not notice. "Just a few stores down, in the teal colored small store, you will find the town's museum. That should help you two out."
Sam gave a grateful smile. "Thank you so much."
"My pleasure and take care." She said, moving to answer the call of another patron.
The two brothers stood up, and Sam placed down a ten dollar tip. "Dude, what are you doing?" Dean asked.
"She was a great waitress and helped us out. Now let's go. If what Serenity said is true, then there is a great possibility that this town has a lot of ghosts in it."
Dean sent one more look to the blonde woman as he followed the younger Winchester out of the café. "Yeah, sounds like it."
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Dean found himself currently sitting in one of five tables at the town's library, surrounded by old books and dust. "Well, I know what I got. Did you find anything on that dinosaur of a computer?" Dean asked.
Sam was wearing a face of frustration as he restrained himself from smacking the thirty year old piece of equipment. "Yeah. The town was settled in late 1849 as part of the California Gold Rush. Two years later it had a population of over five thousand people but soon after that it greatly dropped."
"Well, I found out that a mob lynched a Mexican woman. Her name was Juanita," Dean said, his voice taking an accent and sing-song tone for her name before he continued. "She murdered a white miner. It was the only lynching of a female in California history – could be a lead to a possible spiteful spirit around here." Dean said. "Find anything on that flood?"
Sam nodded, removing himself from the ancient computer and picking up an old laminated newspaper. "Straight from a witness. The flood happened in 1937." He sat beside his brother, laying the newspaper in front of him. "The flooding itself happened pretty quick it seemed. It started slow, but once tree trunks and telephone poles and other debris cluttered the river under the bridge so water couldn't pass through, it quickly flooded the streets with three feet of water before sinking the town."
Dean looked over the paper. "At least some crews tried to clear it before it got too bad…" He muttered, still reading and looking at the black-and-white photos. "Apparently entire houses were uprooted and drifted away." He read on. "Entire buildings collapsed. It looks like this town was the only one to get great damage – it says here that in the Sierra County, Downieville suffered the most by far. Most of the town was swept away."
"So we could have the perfect reason as to why terrifying haunts were here… but as far as we know, the only thing supernatural around here is all this angel talk." Sam spoke before letting out a sigh of frustration.
"Well, then it looks like it's about time to start interviewing the locals." Dean said. "Thank god, I need some fresh air. We've been breathing dust for the last hour."
Sam merely shook his head and placed back the newspaper articles.
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Source on the Downieville flood of 1937: The Sierran,a publication of the Sierra County Historical Society. Winter 2008.
So, what did you all think? I think my writing is really starting to come along, don't you?
Reviews are my muse! Thank you all for reading my new story, I hope you enjoy it as well as my last!
~Sandreline