No rest for the wicked Chapter 1, a supernatural fanfic

I sadly do not own anything supernatural. However Kristen is my creation.

this is my first fanfic so i'd love any reviews. thanks

hope you like

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The lightning lit up the sky as the rain fell down on the forest below. A young woman ran through the forest, her eyes darting behind her as if looking for a beast that followed. She turned her attention back to her destination; a small town that lay beyond the outskirts of the forest. That was where she had planned to meet up with her brother. It wasn't far, soon she would be safe. She took another look behind her and could no longer see him, though she knew he could not be lost that easily. Her legs ran on, stumbling blindly in the darkness. Her face and arms were covered with scratches and her clothes torn and heavy from the rain. Hearing a twig snap behind her, she turns quickly. Twisting her ankle. She represses a cry of pain she grabs her ankle. Her eyes dart around her, seeking his face in the darkness.

"Ouch looks painful"
Kristen's body stiffened, she could hear the smile in his voice. He was there, hiding somewhere in the darkness.

"You look rather …pale Kristen. You hurt?"
Her eyes searched for a weapon, anything that might help. In the shadows, a smiled crawled across the man's face.

"I've been trying to find you for a while now. It's time to come home Kristen"

She saw him emerge from the darkness, walking calmly towards her. She knew she was helpless against him with her ankle throbbing under her fingers, he knew it too.
"Oh come on Kristen, just come back with me and we'll get that ankle looked at"
His pale hand reached out towards her, waiting.

Her fingers found a rock on the ground and she thrust it at his face, slicing into his porcelain skin, leaving a thread of crimson behind.
His black eyes shone with rage as Kristen scrambled away.

She could hear his enraged breaths as she climbed into a hollow tree. As his breathing faded away she lowered herself onto her weak ankle. Two hands fell down on her shoulders.

"Don't… ever… try… that… again…"

His fingers digging in under her collarbones, pain shooting down her body, she began to struggle. He dug his fingers deeper, piercing her skin as he lifted her, waiting for her cry of pain.

"You don't scare me" Through clenched teeth her resolve faded.

Pain throbbing in her head and aching through her body. Her fresh blood dripped down her arms to the ground. With her head becoming light and her eyelids heavy she whispered "lee" and fell into darkness. "Sleep, you need to rest, you'll be home soon"

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Sam shot up in his seat and came face to face with a curious looking Dean.

"Well, spill it…" Dean knew the signs of a vision by now, the sweat tracing his brother's brow, the mind shattering headaches, and that look he got. The one that caused the worry inside dean to shudder.

"We have to go to Summerville in South Carolina. Tonight."
Sam had come to realise that it was best to open up to dean when he asked about a vision. Secrets between them often meant trouble.

"Oh crap…" Dean whined. "That town's miles off course. You sure about this one Sammy?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."

After a moment of thought Dean turned the ignition. "So much for rest. South Carolina here we come"

Sam sighed "Vampires. It's a bloody vampire dean."
Dean's lips tightened. "So, was there a chick in this vision of yours? You know… vampires, hot chicks, blood and sweaty vampire…"
"Dude, don't even say it"

Sam was almost jealous of dean's ability to see the immature side to things. But then he remembered the vision… there had been nothing funny about that.

"We need to find a forest… something with heaps of…" he had to focus on what he'd seen, the clues he'd been given. "…fog or mist… uh…and dense bush… like thorny bushes"
"What? No co-ordinates? No street signs? All you got is fog and bush"
Sam just looked at his brother. "Mist and thorny bush"
"O.K. Well this should be a breeze."