This is the first chapter of my Supernatural fan-fic. Enjoy :)
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The Shadow Children - Chapter 1
"Come on Sam, it won't take long"
"But Dean, we need to get to New York- Have you seen the papers this morning? It's getting worse"
"Jeez Sam you need to relax, It doesn't even sound like our kind of thing! I bet it's just a regular psycho, not everything's linked to the supernatural"
Dean turned the key and removed it from the ignition as his Impala purred to a graceful stand still. He could feel Sam scowling at him, but it didn't bother him, that was Sam, always worrying too much. Dean reached onto the back seat and grabbed hold of his black leather jacket, whilst moving to open the car door he turned again to Sam,
"Are you coming or are you goanna sit here and starve?"
Sam's eyes became narrower, but he knew, deep down, Dean was right, he sighed,
"Fine Dean, we'll go eat" With this he grabbed his father's battered journal from the dashboard and climbed out of the car.
Dean followed Sam's lead, smiling arrogantly to himself. He always knew he'd get his own way; he was the oldest after all. Locking the door and returning his keys to his jeans pocket he walked around to the right hand side of car where Sam was stood.
Sam shot him a warning look as they both began to stroll towards the entrance of the diner.
Taking a seat in the most secluded booth, Sam slumped down moodily, opened his dad's journal and began reading.
Dean shook his head and opened up his menu,
"So Sammy, err, Sam what do you want to eat?"
"Nothing, Thanks I'm not hungry"
"Suit yourself"
With this a waitress approached the table; her dull brown hair was scraped back into a tight bun. She had small beady eyes, and her pink uniform strained against her bulging figure. Dean shuddered.
"So what can I get you boys? Coffee?" she began pouring hot coffee from the jug she was holding into a white mug and placed it in front of Dean. "What about you?" She asked glancing at Sam.
"Sure" he mumbled not meeting her gaze; he was too annoyed at Dean to be polite today.
"You ready to order?" placing the jug down and pulling a notebook and pen from her pocket, she turned back to Dean
"I'll have the pancakes thanks" he closed the menu and handed it to the waitress, who walked away towards the kitchen with out another word.
"So you found anything useful?" Dean asked leaning towards Sam,
"Not really, i've found a few spells to exorcise evil spirits, but nothing that I think could help"
"Hmm, well we'll have to do some digging when we get there, but I'm telling you Sam, this doesn't sound like our gig"
"We can't be sure Dean, not until we've checked it out"
"I know and we will, now please can you relax for just a minute, we've been on the road for hours, lets just have some fun" He glanced towards a table on the opposite side of the room. At it sat two women, deep in conversation. They both had long blonde hair and were wearing, little outfits. Sam didn't turn to see who Dean was looking at, he knew all too well what he meant by fun.
"Here you go, enjoy" the waitress startled Dean as she placed a stack of pancakes and a small jug of syrup on the table.
"Oh, Yeh thanks" Dean replied shocked by her sudden return. He grabbed a fork and began eating his pancakes. "Wow Sammy these are good"
"Glad to hear it"
"Awe come on Sam, stop being like this, we'll be in New York before you know it! Stop worrying! We need to eat, we cant save people if we're not focused and how can be do that if we're running on fumes, now cheer up will you" he took another bite of a pancake. Sam sighed, and closed the book.
"You're right Dean, i'm sorry, I just, and I hate to think that we could be too late"
"Look at me, Sam we wont, it will be fine, trust me"
"I do, who else I have got?" he smiled at Dean, who smiled back,
"Hey what have I told you about chick flick moments?" he grinned at Sam,
"Yeh sorry…jerk"
"Bitch", they began to laugh, both remembering the same situation after they had started looking for their father together.
"That's better, now are you goanna eat?" Dean asked choking back another laugh
"No honestly i'm fine "Sam smiled
Happy that he and his brother were back on good terms again, Dean went back to his pancakes. But just as he was about to take another mouthful, the sound of frantic beeping distracted him. He dropped his fork and glanced into the pocket inside his jacket.
"E.M.F" he whispered meeting Sam's anxious gaze, "It's going crazy"
"Dean, look the lights" Sam motioned towards the ceiling, dean turned to look and saw that the lights were all flickering franticly.
"What do you think it is? Demon"
"Definitely"
Dean reached down and removed the gun that was tucked into the back of his jeans. He and Sam then both stood up and glanced around the diner.
"Who do you think it is" Sam asked his eyes moving anxiously, looking at every person in the diner
"It's got to be someone who wasn't here about 5 minutes ago"
"But no-ones come in, we wood have heard them"
"Well maybe they didn't come in that door"
With that the customers in the diner all began screaming as one of the customers closest to the door was flung out of the way, his head collided with the far wall, thudding loudly. The body slumped to the floor leaving a long scarlet stain on the wall. Dean and Sam both grimaced.
"It's close" Dean whispered, raising his gun out in front of him.
"I'm closer than you think"
Dean turned quickly, but not quick enough, the gun was knocked out of his hands and he was pinned against the wall closest to him. A tall man, with scruffy black hair walked slowly towards him, sneering. His eyes were glazed over black. Demon.
Sam glanced worriedly at his brother, who was pinned helplessly to the wall. Most of the customers had fled the diner so it was quiet now, all apart for the demons voice who was whispering to Dean.
Sam began to search the room for his brothers' gun; he saw it under a table, not too far from him. Trying not to draw attention to himself he began to edge close enough to the table to grab the gun. When he was near the table he bent down and reached for gun, but before he could grab it, it skidded to the far end of the room.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" sneered the man, who had turned his head to glare at Sam, his empty eyes locked onto Sam's as he too was thrown against the same wall as Dean.
"Well this was easier than I thought it would have been, I've heard about you two Hunters? Well not so clever now are we. Oh, I will enjoy killing you two, the glory of killing the might Winchester boys"
Dean winced at their name, and the demon began to laugh loudly.
"No who shall I kill first, Big brother Dean, or Little Sammy" as he spoke he walked closer to Sam and pulled out a small blade. He placed it onto Sam's throat.
"Don't worry, I'll make it nice and slow"
"NO!" Dean shouted, as loudly as he could, fighting against the demons hold on him. "Leave him alone, or I swear I'll kill you!"
The demon chuckled, "Oh this is going to be fun", he turned again to Sam and pushed the blade into his arm, Sam let out an agonising scream.
"NOOO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" Dean bellowed, thrashing angrily, desperate to escape.
Laughing even louder now, the Demon grabbed a bottle on vinegar from a nearby table and poured it into Sam's fresh wound, Sam clenched his eyes shut and groaned from behind clenched teeth!
The son of a bitch is loving this he thought as the demon let out another loud chuckle; he raised the knife above his head, ready to plunge it deeper into Sam's flesh. Sam braced himself, but the pain never came. Instead he heard 3 loud gunshots. Opening his eyes slowly he saw the black cloud erupt from the mans mouth and the empty body slump to the floor at his feet. He and Dean were both then released, and also dropped to the floor.
Dean instantly moved to Sam's side and took a look at the cut on his brothers' arm.
"You ok Sammy?"
"Yeh i'm good" Sammy muttered, as Dean helped him up from the floor.
"Who shot it?" Sam asked
"Don't look at me, I was pinned to the wall with you" Dean replied
"Well a thank-you would be nice", Sam and Dean both turned around to see who had spoke. In front of them stood a tall brown haired girl .She had deep brown eyes which were outlined with kohl eyeliner. Her hair hung loosely onto her shoulders and she was wearing dark blue jeans, which were tucked neatly into knee length black boots. Her top half was covered with a deep purple corseted top and a black leather jacket. In her hand she held a sawn off shot gun.
"Thank-you" they both said in unison, she chuckled gently.
"I'm Taylor" she said holding out her hand, Sam reached for her hand but Dean got there first, he shook it gently smiling, "I'm Dean, and this is my little brother Sammy"
"It's Sam" Sam corrected shaking Taylors hand after she had removed it from Dean's firm hold, "Thanks for before, we really appreciate you helping"
"No problem" she replied, I'd been on that jerks tail for weeks now, never thought I was goanna catch him, but now thanks to you boys I have" she smiled.
"Well we're always happy to help" Dean grinned back
"I'm glad to hear it"
"Ok, well really Taylor, thanks but we really must get going, erm we need to be in New York" Sam said, nursing his sore arm.
"No-way!" Taylor replied, her eyes opening wide "I'm heading to NY too, but my car broke down, lucky really otherwise I wouldn't have seen what was going on, don't know how I'm going to get there now though. I should have known it's so old that car, i'm not surprised it's given in"
"Well we could always give you a lift" Dean offered, gesturing to his black Impala in the parking lot.
"No I couldn't really" Taylor blushed shaking her head,
"No we insist, please, as a thank-you for saving our lives" Sam added.
Taylor sighed and glanced towards the parking lot at her abandoned car.
"If you really don't mind, id love to"
"Great, well lets going before the cops show up" Dean grinned, leading Taylor towards the door. He turned quickly and winked at Sam. Sam sighed a let out a quiet laugh.
Out in the parking lot Taylor emptied her car of her belongings while Dean and Sam moved them into the back of their car. After her car was emptied she rolled it into a near-by ditch. She then turned and walked over to where Dean and Sam were parked.
"Wow she's a beauty" She gasped stroking her hand now the smooth black paint.
"Yeh she is" dean replied,
"What make? I'm guessing a 1967 Chevrolet?" she asked glancing at dean, who grinned back at her. Amazed but also thrilled by her interest in cars.
"Yeh, how did you know?"
"My dad used to collect cars, he had one like this, I loved it- he promised I could have it when I could drive, but after he died we had to sell it" she let out a sad sigh, "I can't believe you have one"
"I'm sorry about you're dad, this was my dad's too. He gave it to me"
"Hey you too, I hate to ruin the moment but the cops are going to be here any minute and we need to be gone" Sam called from the back of the car.
"Hey what are you doing back there? I don't want to steal your seat!" Taylor said to Sam, leaning down so she could see him,
"No I insist, I'm goanna try and get some sleep anyway"
"Ok, but let me know if you wanna swap, I feel rude"
"Don't, I don't mind at all" Sam yawned, laying his head down on the back seat. Taylor climbed into the passenger side of the car and Dean started the engine. He pulled the car out of the parking lot and hit the open road.
Chapter 2
Endless road stretched out before them. Dean sighed and glanced at his watch. They had been on the road for a few hours now and he was slowly growing impatient. His brother snored loudly on the backseat. Taylor was sat beside him. He didn't mind that too much. Actually that made him very happy.
"God, he must have been tired" said Taylor suddenly, glancing back at Sam, and making Dean jump in the process. He recovered quickly.
"Yeh, poor guy, hasn't been sleeping well for a while now", Dean sighed, gazing at his sleeping brother through the rear view mirror. "Nightmares"
"Oh, they must be pretty bad"
"Must be, I don't know though, he doesn't like to talk about them", Dean sighed again.
Taylor didn't answer, her silence said it all. Turning her body towards Dean, she laid her head against the battered leather seat and began to watch Sam slumber.
"So what's in new York?" Taylor asked, moving her wide brown eyes back to Dean. She let them wander over his face, examining every detail, his smooth skin, full lips, and bright green eyes. His eyes, they were truly beautiful, but it felt to Taylor that they were hiding something. Every now and then, when she caught his eye, she was sure that she saw guilt, sorrow and anger. But why would someone who seemed to help so many people, be in so much pain. She decided that she would find out, some how.
"Just visiting friends, you know to have a couple of drinks", Dean mumbled, finally answering Taylor's question. She eyed him suspiciously.
"Oh come on, after what just happened back there- that demon, you think I'm that stupid?" Taylor giggled. "What's really in New York?" Dean turned and smiled at Taylor, he couldn't bluff his way out of this one.
"Yeh I suppose you're right" he glanced at the road and then back at Taylor "Have you seen the papers?"
"I've been keeping an eye on them"
"Well then, you'll have probably seen all the news on the killings, you know the whole parents murdered in their own home, no sign of forced entry no murder weapon. Just a child covered in blood crying after discovering their parent's bodies"
"Oh yeah, I've read about those? You don't think its something else as well do you?"
"As well?"
"Yep, that's why I'm going up there too, what are the chances?"
"So, you're a hunter?"
"What else did you think I was? I mean, I think anyone else would have freaked out back there. Instead of shooting that demon!" Taylor grinned; her heart-stopping smile reached her eyes.
Dean found himself entranced. But quickly snapped back to reality.
"Well that does make sense. You've probably guessed we're hunters then?"
"It was pretty obvious"
"Hmm. Not really. That demon seemed to have us cornered"
"Well, us girls can't always be the damsels in distress"
"I suppose so" Dean laughed.
They weren't too far from New York now. Another hour or so and they would be there. Dean disliked that thought; he knew that Sam would want to get straight into the hunt. He hadn't stopped talking about it since he'd had the nightmare. Dean remembered it vividly, it was probably the most painful to watch. Sam had passed out from the intensity of it.
10:30pm
"Well, well, Sammy, what did I tell you? I never lose"
"Sure Dean, because risking all of our money was a smart move! What would you have done if you had lost?"
"But I didn't"
"But you could have"
"Yeah, But I didn't, now stop stressing Sam"
"Fine, but don't come running to me when you lose next time!"
"So there's going to be a next time Mr anti-gambling?"
"No! Argh shut-up Dean- just drive"
"Whatever you say Sammy", Dean grinned and started the car. Pulling it out of the car lot he headed for their motel. He turned on the radio and began tapping out the drum beats to the song that was playing. Sam stayed silent. Dean couldn't understand why Sam was in such a bad mood, he never seemed to have this much of a problem with gambling in the past. Probably just tired. His nightmares had been getting more and more frequent. Dean glanced back at Sam, who was now rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Oh come on Sammy, are you really that upset?"
"Its…not…that…." Sam groaned through gritted teeth. He had his eyes clenched shut.
"Sammy, are you alright?" Dean asked worriedly
"Yes...I'm…fine"
"You don't look fine to me!"
"Well I am ok" Sam snapped, he unclenched his eyes and stopped rubbing his forehead. Dean didn't say anything else. Sam was really pissed, and Dean knew when enough was enough.
They pulled into the motel parking lot and in silence entered their motel room. Sam removed his grey t-shirt and pulled on the usual black one he wore for bed. He then swapped his dark blue jeans for some baggy sweats.
Dean didn't understand why Sam wore Pyjamas, well if you could call them that, for bed. But it was his choice. Dean went for the simple approach removing all his clothing, apart from his boxers. He then clambered into bed and sighed with relief. Sam wasn't the only one losing sleep due to his nightmares.
1:30am
Dean screwed his eyes tightly shut. He tossed and turned but sleep refused to overtake him. Finally giving up, he rolled onto his back and stared at the grungy white ceiling above him. Why did sleep somehow evade him, but yet, so easily overtook his brother? Dean frowned to himself, "Sleep only comes to those who don't' want it! Son of a bitch!" He whispered harshly. It was true too, he had lost count of the number of nights Sam had refused to sleep, watching old movies into the early hours of the morning, drinking cup after cup of coffee. Poor Sammy, these nightmares were being a real pain in the ass for him. Dean turned his head to look at his sleeping brother. But something was wrong. Dean sat up and gazed into the darkness. He noticed that Sam's eyes were screwed up tightly, his face in a grimace of pain. He was gripping the sheets tightly- his knuckles pale white from the strain.
"Sammy? SAMMY!" Dean whispered worriedly.
He threw off his covers and scrambled to the side of Sam's bed, Shaking his arm gently he whispered again,
"Sammy? Are you awake? Speak to me Sammy!"
He shook his arm again. It must be the nightmare Dean Thought, Sam was usually such a light sleeper, a fly landing on the window would wake him up for crying out loud!
Dean sighed. He stopped shaking his brother's arm, but didn't remove his hand. Suddenly, Sam let out a low gasp; he arched his back, his expression changed into a much worse grimace- the pain was obviously growing. After a few seconds he fell back down onto the bed, his breathing was low and heavy. His eyes now open wide, except they were rolled backwards into his head,
"We travel in the shadows" Sam rasped, his voice dry and low, Dean stared at Sam, that was not Sam's voice. "We will help him raise hell on to earth" Sam continued. Then without warning Sam let out a blood curdling cry of sheer pain and terror. His eyes snapped open. He sat up quickly, he was breathing quickly. Dean grabbed Sam's other arm and turned him to face him,
"Sam, Sammy! What was it what happened?"
Sam's eyes flickered, and once again rolled back into his head,
"Sammy, Sammy!"
His body went limp in Dean's arms. Lying Sam gently back down onto the bed, he raced into the bathroom and quickly wet a facecloth under the tap. Returning to Sam, he began to dab the cloth onto Sam's face.
"Come on Sammy, Wake-up!" Dean groaned through gritted teeth, dabbing the cloth frantically on Sam's forehead. His eyes began to flicker, he opened them slowly and Dean let out a sigh of relief.
"Dean?" Sam whispered
"It's ok Sammy I'm here"
Dean shuddered; it had never been that intense before, that voice - Like he was speaking for someone else.
"We will help him raise hell onto earth"
Sam hadn't told him anything in detail. Just that they had to get to New York and that this killing spree wasn't just a mass murderer.
Sam stirred sleepily and raised himself off of the back seat. He stretched- his whole body creaking as he did so. Yawning loudly he turned himself towards his brother and Taylor.
"How long?" he mumbled still half asleep, Dean sighed and mumbled
"About another half an hour- we're nearly there"
"Woah, did I sleep for the whole trip?"
"Yep, not like you didn't need it though" Dean replied.
"You should have woke me up- I could have been doing some digging"
"Sam, we can't do anything when you're like the living dead, sleeping will have done you some good"
"I suppose" Sam yawned again; he reached for the black laptop bag on the floor of the car, pulled out his computer and began typing.
"So Taylor, you enjoyed the ride?"
"Yeh, it's been nice- a lot nicer than driving my self" she smiled,
"Good, I'm sorry I slept through it- it's a shame I would have liked to get to know you better"
"Well I think there will be plenty of time for that, seen as though we're going to be working on the same case"
Both brothers turned and stared wide eyed at Taylor.
"No Taylor you can't its too dangerous" Sam said worriedly.
"He's right Taylor- you'll end up getting hurt"
"Hey hey- cut the safety crap! I can look after myself"
"But..." Sam began, but Taylor didn't let him finish,
"NO buts, i've been doing this for nearly 15 years, I think I know what I'm doing. Now I can do it with you guys or do it alone. Which do you think would be safer?" She raised one eyebrow mockingly.
Sam and Dean, paused waiting for some idea to stop Taylor- but they both knew she'd won.
The last part of the journey passed quickly for all three people, Taylor and Sam had spent the majority of it coming up with idea on what could be causing so much pain and destruction in New York. Dean had added his part- once or twice, but all his mind could think about right now was food and bed. His eyes were drooping, wanting to set into sleep, just like the sun was setting behind the horizon.
Eventually he turned off the highway and entered New York. Sky scrapers and office buildings towered above them; bright coloured neon lights flickered everywhere. New York was a truly amazing city. It's a shame that the only reason they came here, was because of some disturbing murders.
After driving to the, less up market part of the city, Dean finally spotted a decent motel, or at least one with a vacancy sign. He pulled the Impala into the parking lot and he Taylor and Sam entered the Motel's office.
"Evening sir, how can I help?" a cheery, middle aged woman greeted, as they entered the small office.
"We'd like a couple of rooms please" Dean asked, taking out his wallet and removing one of the many fake credit cards inside. Samuel Cole. He hasn't used that one in a while.
"Ok, let me see" the woman replied, opening up a large black book. She ran her finger down the page, "how many?"
"Three, There's three of us"
"Ok, well the only room we have left is a Double Queen; would you like me to book that for you?"
"Err isn't there one with more beds?"
"I'm afraid not, we're all booked up"
Dean turned and glanced at his brother, Sam shrugged. Dean let out an exasperated sigh,
"Yeh that will be fine"
He handed over the fake credit card.
After the room was paid for and the keys had been handed over, they all trailed quietly and tiredly towards room 401.
Dean unlocked the door and flicked the light switch. He threw his duffle bag onto the nearest bed and turned to face the others.
"Well this is going to be fun" he smiled, "So Taylor who's it going to be? Me or Sammy" he chuckled. Taylor raised one eyebrow and folded her arms.
Dean and Sam both lay flat on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Dean glanced over to the other bed, where Taylor was laid asleep; her breathing was light and gentle. At least she got the bed to herself.
"Well this defiantly isn't what I had in mind" Dean said. He turned to look at Sam,
"Yeh me either" Sam replied.
"Well goodnight Sammy"
"Night Dean"
This was going to be a long awkward night.
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