Guess who's back? Back again? I've now written my second, SECOND, fanfic ever. 'Cept it's more of a drabble and not really a full fic. It's a weird AU that's described in the description. Character death, no duh. I hope you like it and if you do please review it would really help! Thanks for reading this!
Disclaimer: No I don't own Supernatural. Never have, never will.
The hallway was quiet. The only sound was her breathing. Her shoes clattered across the linoleum floor, eager to escape the horror behind her. She pushed herself behind a row of lockers and slid to the ground, panic stabbing through her mind.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit," she whispered, hot, salty tears streaming down her face, "What do I do? Oh fuck, he's going to kill me." She heard the bang of the doors being forced open, and heavy footsteps entering the hall. She shot up off her feet and peered around the edge of a locker. There, just about eighty feet away, was her attacker. There was Sam, her boyfriend of almost a year, chasing after her with a knife. She whimpered as her trekked closer to her hiding spot. With a deep inhalation of air she burst out and sprinted down the hall. She turned her head back to check where Sam was as she turned a corner. She slammed right into Sam's brother, Dean.
"Dean you have to help me! Sam's got a knife and.." She sobbed to Dean.
"I know Ruby, I'm here to help him." He grinned maliciously at her. A long, jagged blade slid into his hand. Her eyes widened and she backed away into Sam's tight grip. As Dean raised the knife she screamed and struggled to break the boys iron-clad grip. She let out one more blood-curdling scream as Dean Winchester plunged the knife deep into her chest. Sam dropped his grip and her lifeless body slid to the ground.
"Serves you right you demonic bitch," Sam spat onto her bloody corpse. "Now let's go get some dinner, Dean. We deserve a treat."