Prologue: Rolling In
It was said that over one hundred years ago humanity used to live on the surface of earth. It was also said that at that time, humanity discovered their downfall, the Angels.
It is commonly believed that the christian church discovered the new life form, a sentient species in the bowels of the South American forests. They named this new race Angels because the first one they met had wings that spanned twice the length of his height, covered in large, snow white feathers. They called him Micheal, and named his race after his angel-like appearance.
The Church had assumed the Angels would be as accepting to humans as the humans had been to the Angels. However, when the Church found one of the Angel's nests all hell broke loose.
The Angels attacked and killed the men who had found their young, and from that the Great War was sparked.
The Humans, even with all of their technology, had underestimated the viciousness and power of the Angels. Slowly, they had driven the humans farther and farther back until the humans only lived along the coasts. Humanity lost the war against the Angels.
Desperate, the humans began to create a home for themselves underneath the Earth. They named this place The Deep.
Word quickly spread to the other groups of people, and more and more of them began to dig in, building their homes under the Earth until no one lived on the only humans to ever leave the Deep were sailors and hunters of supernatural beings.
Only some of the supernatural creatures had stayed on the surface, only the ones with no need to eat humans and the recluses. It was believed that there were some vampire strongholds still holding out to this day.
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As time went on, the Deep began to expand, until it took up most of the space underneath The United States. Settlements rested nearly 200 feet underneath the surface. With the Angels becoming more aggressive, people needed more weapons, and the mining industry was booming. They had quickly begun building long underground caverns and made sure they were heavily supported, leaving earthquakes as the only thing powerful enough to destroy the caverns. Over time, more and more caverns were added on and people began to name them after the states they were beneath.
Dean and his family had grown up under Kansas until their mother had been killed. After her death at the hands of a demon, John had gone insane and hungered for supernatural blood. He ruthlessly trained Dean to be a hunter and only started to train Sam when he was 12, mostly because Dean and Bobby had tried to keep him out of the line of fire for as long as possible.
When Sam was 18, he ran away and never looked back, leaving Dean to suffer their father's wrath in his place. When Dean turned 22, his life fell apart.
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It was only a month after Sam left and it had been a simple hunt. There were corpses being stolen and reappearing half eaten in Florida.
Dean and his father began traveling to a small New Floridian town called Newton, It was reported that newly buried bodies were being stolen from their graves and being found in a nearby town called Westfield. They were half eaten and found in sweet corn fields. All of the victims were from the Newton cemetery field and were all planted next to each other.
After the Humans had moved beneath the ground they realized they couldn't afford to waste resources, even dead bodies. They used the bodies of the dead to fertilize crops, however, many of the people protested, so the farmers had to explicitly tell people what was in their fertilizers. And because Humans and animals needed sunlight to function properly, the miners installed overhead sunlamps that mimicked sunlight. They certainly made growing crops easier. It also made the night dwelling monsters go back into hiding. The sunlamps reflected the temperatures and the lighting that one would find on the surface.
Dean was driving in his Chevy Impala that had been passed down through generations of his family. It was said to have been from the surface itself, although Dean had his doubts. The humans had been living there since the 1900's. His father had taken his mining truck, which was much more environmentally friendly and suited to the deep than the Impala ever will be, but Dean loved his car all the same.
As they drove down the highway, they passed rows upon rows of corn and were surrounded by pastures full of cows and sheep. On the interstate roads, the ceiling was low and the tunnels much narrower than the actual states themselves. The rock tunnels were dark, almost black and they seemed to absorb the light- making the roads seem even darker and more dangerous. It made their headlights look blindingly bright, even though they didn't shed light on much of the road ahead of them.
By the time the Winchesters had arrived in Newton it was nearly two in the morning. Dean and his father stopped at the rundown motel called "RED RUN".
Dean parked and locked the Impala before he entered the establishment. The front steps were decaying and Dean almost considered turning around to find another place when he decided instead to shrug it off and continue on.
The receptionist was pale with long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail, she had bright blue eyes. Her skin was littered with freckles and her name plate said Donna. While she was attractive Dean was too tired to pick up a girl this late at night, so he booked a room for two with a fake credit card and didn't bother flirting. Upon getting to the room, Dean took the keys back to the parking lot. He signaled his father and they went to the room to sleep for the night.
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The next day they got up at six in the morning, quickly suiting up before setting out for the police station. As Dean and his father stepped out of the vehicle and approached two officers talking outside, he heard them complaining,"The damn lights are dimmer than usual!". They must have lost a dam, Dean thought, they'll have to send a repair crew soon. Dean shook his head and walked up to the officers, announcing himself "Agent Smith and Smith, no relation, we're from the FBI." He held up his badge just long enough for the detectives to get a glimpse of it.
"FBI? Why are you here?" the policeman looked confused and then happy.
"Are you here to fix the lights? They've been dim and flickering for days! I think one of the generators blew a breaker!"
John replied, " No, we're not here for the generator, were here for the stolen bodies."
The officer's face visibly fell and then he sighed, " Oh, go on inside then, and talk to Detectives Ross and Taylor."
With a nod to the officers Dean and John entered the station. The building was old and still made of wood. It was filled with ten police officers who which were all at their desks and typing away. John and Dean strolled around the dim department until they came around to a desk with a nameplate that read, "Detective Ross".
"Detective Ross?" The older male behind the desk stopped typing and glanced over at them, "We're detectives Smith and Smith, no relation. We're here about the half-eaten bodies."
The officer sighed and turned his whole body towards them and got up wearily from his seat before shaking both of their hands; "Hello detectives, I'm officer John Ross, my partner's out today, but I know the case."
He strode around his desk and led John and Dean to a filing cabinet located in the dim recesses of the station. After searching for a moment, the detective began to talk about the case," From what we can tell, none of the victims had known each other in life, and we've ruled out everything we'd thought of. Its almost like a wild animal dug them up, but we don't have wild animals down here…" Handing the files to Dean, the man continued to rant and mumble to himself.
Dean and John thanked the officer for his help and quickly left the station. After reading the report and researching for a few hours they still had no clue as to what they were dealing with.
With nothing new to go on, they continued to the Newton cemetery field. The area was surprisingly neat and appeared to be very well taken care of. With dusk turning to night the father-son duo continued to the gravesites, shovels firmly in hand.
Dean chose to inspect the first grave while his father chose the second, the earth was slightly indented and the soil still upturned. He was about to try and dig down when he heard a horrid scream from beside him. He jumped up, gun in hand when he realized with a sickening clarity that his dad had been digging down and found a Ghoul nest.
One of the ghouls had its hands latched around his fathers ankle and was attempting to drag him under. His father kicked at the monster to try and weaken its grip when another ghoul had lurched up beside the other and latched onto his other leg.
Before Dean could even attempt to react or assist his dad he felt a hand wrap around his own ankle. Dean cracked the heel of his free foot into the ghouls face, who let out a pained howl. Dean lurched forward bring up his gun he took a shot at the ghouls dragging his dad down. Halfway pulled into the grave himself he desperately try to grasp his dads hands and pull him out when the older man let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Dean could only listen in shocked horror as the sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing found there way up to him from the other grave.
Dean reached over as far as he could manage and tried to shoot the ghouls devouring his dad, with dread he realized he was being tugged into a grave as well. Because he only had one arm holding his dad up when the ghoul tugged, both dean and his father fell down into the grave. Before Dean was pulled down he managed to shoot one in the eye and the other in the shoulder.
Dean smashed his skull on the wall of the cave when he was dragged down. Before he could even begin to recover from the potentially deadly injuries a ghoul had launched itself onto him. The ghoul on top of him was a girl with short and matted sandy blonde hair with cloudy green eyes filled with rage and a desperate hunger. She glared down at him and then quicker than his addled mind could process she was attempting to chow down onto his neck. He managed to jerk away just enough that she only grazed his neck, he quickly responded by smashing his left hand into her face.
Disorientated and in pain his reflexes weren't as quick as they should have been and didn't pull back his hand in time when he felt the ghouls hot breath ingulf his fist and bite down.
Dean let out a blood chilling scream as it kept grinding down its teeth on his fist even though he tried to beat it off of him. He felt blood gush down his arm and could feel and hear the sickening crunch of his bones in his hand being torn.
Frantically searching around behind and to the side of him his hand brushed against something metal...his gun!
The ghoul leaned back for another bite just as Dean brought up the gun and pushed it into her face. As he pulled the trigger she launched herself forward making her bottom teeth slice into his pinkie and ring finger.
Dean reflexively pulled the trigger twice in quick succession making her fall lifelessly on top of him. Heaving her off of him he took aim and killed one of the ghouls gnawing at his father lifeless and almost unrecognisable body.
Angered the second ghoul lunged at him, blood dripped from his chin and his eyes wide and feral. Dean shot at it and planted two bullets into its right shoulder forcing it back slightly but not enough to stop it from tackling him. Wrestling with the ghoul Dean managed to get the gun just under the monsters chin, he took advantage and fired the rest of his clip into the things skull, causing blood and gore to rain down on Dean.
Pushing the body out of his way Dean stood up swaying. He stumbled over to his father, and he felt for his pulse desperately, finding none Dean let out a shuddering sob. With his left hand almost completely shot he wrapped the tattered remains of his shirt on to it, trying to stem the blood flow. Dean attempted to get out his cell phone from his right pocket but dropped it from only being able to use three of his fingers. With difficulty Dean managed to get his phone out and dial his uncle bobby's number.
"Singer's salvage, what can I do for you-"
"B-Bobby I need your help, w-we really screwed up" Dean said almost hysterical.
"What happened son? Wheres your father?, Where are you?" Bobby asked urgently.