Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related materials, they belong to Kripke
A/N: Told you it wouldn't take long. For those of you who haven't read Boogeyman, Race to Kill, Burning Family, From the Ashes, Werewolf Territory, Next Time, Viva Las Vegas, Shifting, Bleed, The Hanging Tree, Devil's Child, or Purple People Eater, I strongly suggest you read them.
I'm going to plug too, you should all read the stories by WanderingAnariel, I-have-a-Winchester06, Poisonchik88, and SeerBlack! They're all wonderful stories from my most loyal reviewers. Without them I'd be stuck somewhere way back around Werewolf Territory where my sister quit.
Phantoms
Chapter One
April 1st, 2007, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada
Will threw back his head taking another swig from his flask, a bad habit that was only getting worse. The cute blonde number across the tent was playing shy for his benefit, and he knew if he played his cards right he'd get more than hammered tonight. A firm hand on his shoulder drew him back to reality away from images of blonde locks since past.
"Ready 'migo?"
"Yea," he handed over a five, having not exchanged his money, and mounted the mechanical bull.
Bucking, spinning, twists and turns that threw most riders did little to unsettle him. Will moved with the bull let it lead him just like she'd taught him to do. Seconds slipped into minutes and the world blurred, sound became a faint buzz. Will fed off the dizzy adrenaline. On top of the world until he hit the mat. Will picked himself back up, too another drag of his whiskey, and staggered back in the vague direction of the port-a-let. He didn't make it, empting the contents of his stomach into a sawed off blue barrel serving as a trash can. He gave a moan with his final heave, wanting nothing more than to lay down and die.
"Here, let me help you." The cute blonde had followed him. Will didn't put up a fight letting her take his weight and drag him away. "I'm Evelyn."
"Will," he belched.
"Well, Will, you here alone?" he nodded "Anyone I can call to pick you up?"
"No, I'm days away from home." He answered sourly.
"Then I'll just have to take you home with me." She sighted. "Can't leave you like this."
Evelyn prattled on steering him to a shinny new Jeta. The beeping told him it was unlocked, seconds before he was poured into the backseat. The gentle hum of the Volkswagen mixed with the classical music lulled him to a sleep so deep he couldn't remember walking in the house when he woke up the next day. Or that could have been the alcohol.
His tongue was thick and heavy, his whole mouth tasted like bile, there was even a jack hammer in his head. But none of that mattered as much as the frilly lavender room he was in that he didn't know. Will climbed out of bed and stumbled into the matching bathroom. A note was stuck to the mirrior.
Will shower and make yourself at home. Don't bother trying to leave, you're mine. Kisses! Evelyn
May 8th, 2007, Sparta, Michigan
Iris pulled on her robe crossing the finished basement that made her room. The fire in the fire place was dying, mix of scented candles burning low, the dvd player played a endless stream of sappy Billy Gilman songs, the lights were turned down just watts from being off. She sighed knowing she was only a few short moves from a "Game Over". Quickly, she bottled her fears, He wouldn't like that, before opening the cellar door. There stood Scottie, without a doubt the love of her young life. There was a distance in his hazel eyes that threatened to release the pinned up emotions. Scottie reached out jerking her to him, their bodies crashed together and his lips stole hers. She managed to back up dragging him in the room.
"Got the note?" he released her just as suddenly as he'd grabbed her. She followed him deeper into her room. He took it all in, savoring the atmosphere she'd created before turning to her. A smile played at his torn lips when he saw the silk nightie she was wearing. "Have I told you recently how beautiful you are?"
"Doesn't matter, its nearly over." She tried to hide the sadness claiming her eyes.
"He wants this, we have to do it." Scottie reminded her.
"Come on then, I printed the note. We just have to sign it." She led him to the more bedroomy area of the basement snatching the note off the printer deck and handing it to him. Scottie read it over before finding a pen and signing. Iris added hers just below his name, hyphenating her last name to combine his.
"Rissy?" she smiled at him.
"You said you always saw us growing old together, so why not?" she kissed him and laid the note under the white dove paper weight her little brother, Bud, had made.
"I love you, you know that right?"
"Scottie, I've never been surer of anything." The fire jumped to life from red coals to a blaze, the little flames of the candles were jumping up, dancing hungrily. They both knew that He was here to take them, now. Iris slid a hand under her pillow withdrawing her dad's .45. They sank to the floor together, trying not to postpone this any longer. "See you on the other side."
"I'll be right there."
One right after the other two shots were fired and two lives lost. The silencer on the gun allowed them not to be found until the following morning. Long after all hope of saving them had gone, the fire had died out and the CD run its course.
May 12th, 2007, Sparta, Michigan
"Who the hell is 'he'?" Dean glared at the page in his hand. It truly was amazing the things kids put on their web pages anymore. The goodbye note Iris Underwood had left in her room was on a dozen different websites she frequented. Blogs were fired up about the news and none of them knew who 'he' was.
"They killed themselves on 'his' orders." Autumn was filtering through Iris' blog entries propped against the head board, the gash on her stomach was nearly healed the stitches would come out in a day or two.
"Guys its getting on one, I'm going to bed." Athena said standing up. "Sammy, you comin'?"
"Yea, be there in a minute." He waved her out still lost in the research.
"Don't stay up too late guys." Athena bid leaving.
Sam was first up the next morning and went for coffee and donuts, to pass the time until the others were stirring. He didn't realize the moment the Mustang roar died away in the distance, Athena was up. As quick as she could she shoved her belongings in her duffle bag with a few of her prepacked favored weapons, she scribbled down a note on motel stationary:
Guys-
Don't come after me. I need to do this. I'll be fine.
Kill you later
Teenie
One last sweep of the room and she was off to the closest bus station, west. She couldn't do this. Will needed her and she wasn't going to leave him lost. She couldn't do that to him, even if he could do it to her. She had to find him.
