I Met You in the Dark
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Supernatural or One Tree Hill.
Warnings: Mature content. Angst. Violence. Smut (in later chapters).
Author's Note: There will be changes of POV throughout the chapters.
This story is something a friend and I have been co-writing for a year now and it's still ongoing. We've just decided to share it with more of the public. Dean Winchester and Brooke Davis are from completely different shows but we've managed to make their worlds collide in the most convincing, exciting way. The road they've taken has even surprised us but we've fallen more in love with them as time has gone on. We hope you do the same! If you're interested in knowing our twitter handles to read more in between scenes, feel free to message me! Enjoy!
The Night We Met
Part 1
There was a chill in the air as a starry night sky blanketed the town of Tree Hill, the place Brooke Davis called 'home'. And it was nights like this that reminded her why she felt so blessed to live in such a place. The excitement from the win of the basketball game hours before still lingered, causing a soft smile to remain etched across the head cheerleader's youthful features as she pulled into her usual parking place in front of her luxurious home. She glanced over at the large white house with the red door, gazing at it somewhat longingly because part of her knew that this feeling wouldn't last forever. In just a few months, she'd no longer be a senior in high school, the head cheerleader of the Tree Hill Ravens, and President of the student council. She'd just be Brooke Davis. The girl behind the red door. And the girl who finally found herself through heartache and friendship in the last couple years. These thoughts only made her want to hold on to this feeling as long as she could.
Reaching in the back seat, Brooke grabbed her duffel bag and then slipped out of her powder blue convertible Volkswagen, an extra spring in her step as she walked to the front door. Her steps began to slow when she suddenly heard the sound of glass smashing against one of the hardwood floors inside. A saddened sigh flowed past Brooke's lips as her cheery disposition quickly faded, instantly thinking she was about to walk into yet another fight between her mother and father, one of those that usually resulted in her mother throwing a vase or something at her father's head. Of course they'd have to spar tonight of all nights. Granted it happened almost daily.
Brooke hesitantly opened the door, her body tensed as she awaits the sound of arguing. But she hears nothing. Instead she's suddenly faced with an eerie silence, the kind that makes one instantly become consumed with dread. Closing the door quietly behind her, Brooke slowly makes her way into the living room.
As she rounds the corner, she sees something that makes her freeze on the spot, her heart leaping into her throat. The duffel bag drops off her shoulder and onto the floor before Brooke's hands swiftly lift to cover her mouth, barely muffling the terrified scream that escapes her. Lying only a few feet away from her was the lifeless , bloodied body of her father, his steely gaze fixated towards the ceiling. And just behind him is a tall man wearing all black, his hand gripping the back of her mother's neck as he presses her harshly into the large mirror on the nearby wall, the glass shattered due to the collision of her mother's face which was now covered in fresh trickling blood.
Tears instantly filled Brooke's eyes at the display, barely hearing the gurgled sound of Victoria's voice. "Brooke…ru—run…". Brooke should've listened to her mother, but her feet wouldn't budge. She couldn't leave her here to die. But before the usually spunky brunette could rush towards her mother and the man who was slowly ending her life, he whipped Victoria around at an inhuman speed before forcing his hand through the woman's chest and ripping out her heart.
Brooke fell to her knees, crying out in horror as she stared in disbelief. The man then looked at Brooke , his eyes glowing a dark red as this low, feral growl vibrated within his chest and within seconds he was lunging at the helpless cheerleader.
…
'Dean! Wake up!'
Dean grumbled incoherent nonsense, waving his hand in his younger brother's direction as he turned away to bury his face into the hotel bed's stiff pillow; hopelessly clinging to those last few seconds of sleep. Lord knew his lifestyle didn't allow the luxury of a full eight hours of sleep.
'Dean!'
With another grumble of annoyance, he rolled over and pushed himself into a sitting position. His feet touched the floor as he blindly reached out for the coffee Sam would usually be offering when waking the older sibling. He ran his worn palm down his face as he set into the morning ritual of gathering his bearings.
They were outside of Harper Springs.
The hotel was called...shit. Didn't matter.
Once the warm gas station cup of Joe hit his hand the other dropped to his side as his tired gaze found his brother's.
"This better be worth ending the best three hours of sleep that I've gotten in months, Sammy."
The hunter shot Sam a look as he was quickly filled in on a phone call that Sam had had with Bobby earlier that morning. Supposedly, the normal signs of demon activity had spiked in some town called Branch Hill, or something. And, Sam was adamant that it correlated with the dream he'd had that night. Taking a long sip from the steaming cup as he tosses the lid aside, Dean mulled it over. They hadn't had a case in far too long. Things were just too quiet. Why not check it out? He could also see the almost urgency Sam had on his face as he filled Dean in.
"Alright. I'll bite. How far of a drive?"
He wasn't surprised that Sam had already mapped a route and packed their things, what little there was, and they were quickly tearing down the back roads to a town three hours away. The uneasiness and adrenaline that built in the beginning of any case setting in as they slowly drive through town looking for 'the house with the red door', as Sam had described. Long fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he trained his eyes in the dark to the houses on his side of the street as the black Impala turned the corner. His boot slowly pressed the break as the door caught his eye.
"Sam. Right there? That it?"
He pulled the car to the side of the road, glancing over at his brother as he killed the engine. A subtle nod from Sam was all he needed as he turned back to face the house, scoping it out before they'd head to a hotel and figure out their game plan. The silence was deafening when the quiet scream that cut through the air had both brothers jumping from the car and at a full sprint towards the house. His senses went into full alert as he slipped the demon blade from his jacket pocket, the handle cool against his palm as they entered the house. After so many years of training and hunting, his next moves were fluid as he grabbed the tiny dark haired woman around the waist and turned; tossing her into Sam's hold as his other arm moved back with the momentum, attempting to catch the dark clothed man in the chest but was only met with air.
"Get her out of here! Son of a bitch. I'll check the house quick, Sam! Go!"
…
This was it. Brooke had been high on life merely five minutes ago and now her world was crashing all around her. This is how it would all end.
Even as the man lunged for her, she couldn't bring herself to move. She was numb. Completely frozen in the midst of death. It was as if she had accepted the fact it was her time. But just before the man could lay a finger on her, Brooke suddenly felt strong arms wrap around her, jerking her to her feet in one swift motion. Within seconds she was then transferred to someone else's embrace, the other male's voice booming in her ears as he gave orders. She gazed on with widened, frightened eyes, briefly glancing back down at her mother and father which made her struggle against the stranger's hold.
"No! I can't leave her! I need to make sure she's okay!"
The man's hold never wavered, clearly seeing that this girl was in denial. She pleaded with him to let her go, her screams drifting through the house as he carried her outside despite her fisted hits against his broad shoulders.
"Let me go! Please!"
Her usually raspy voice became high pitched as it cracked in the midst of her screaming, her creamy complexion now a deep crimson as hot tears streaked down her cheeks. The tall stranger that the other man had called 'Sam' carried her to the Impala, his gaze continuously shifting towards the house with a look of concern but he holds her close, trying to console her the best he can.
…
Dean knew not by the amount of blood or lifeless look in the older couples' eyes that they were dead. Not by the amount of tears staining the girl's face or her pitiful screams of protest that they had seen their last moments. No, he knew simply by the fact that one of the worst creatures to roam Heaven or Hell had been there. Knife held in front of his body by tense shoulders guided his quick tour through the dark, yet visibly beautiful home. The premises declared clear as he stowed the weapon once more and with furrowed brows and mounting confusion headed for the car where he could see his brother comforting the obviously distraught girl.
"Whoever he was, he ghosted before I could nab him."
Long legs came to a stand still next to his brother and intended third victim, Dean for once taking in the beauty the girl displayed despite the circumstances. His serious gaze from the girl for a moment.
'That's always great. Even better reason we should get a move on, Dean.'
He grunted in attitude interrupted for a fraction of a second before it was all business again. Sam's frantic tone drawing his response, gesturing to the girl but keeping his words directed towards his brother; his adrenaline still pumping.
"She okay? She ain't hurt?"
In the next moment, he was opening the car's door and gently guiding the female by her elbow into the classic car. He knew they needed to move. She was coming with if she liked it or not. A demon didn't come and just try to wipe out a family for kicks. Right?
Getting into his own seat, Dean started the car, tires squealing as it lurched from the curb in a hurry. His piercing gaze glancing back at her in the seat behind him.
"We gotta go. Questions later. Answers now."
