Authors Note: Hey guys! Long time, no see. Been busy and yadda yadda yadda. I decided to try giving fan fictions another shot and well, hence the new story. I doubt I'll ever update my other stories, so sorry to anyone who is expecting another chapter in those. I don't want to give anything away in this chapter until you read the next chapter. So no character description in this chapter. Also! A big thanks to Kae aka spnownsmysoul31 who has helped me with a lot in this story so far. Thanks for being my Sam, Kae. :P Also a major thanks to LaPetiteSinge who is now my beta reader and helped me make this chapter a hell of a lot better!
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandom or anything in it. Though I wish I owned Dean and Sam. Mmm….Anyway. Let's get this story rolling!
I had been sleeping when I jolted awake for some reason, and it took me a second to figure out why. Someone was pounding on my front door, looking at my alarm clock it read that it was just after 2 in the morning.
"Will?" I called out my husbands name before looking over to my right, where he should be. Brows furrowing I look over to the chair near the window, where he usually put his clothes out for the next morning. Nothing. I was brought out of my thoughts when there was another rough knock on my door followed by the door bell ringing.
"Coming." I called out, though I couldn't be sure if whoever was at the door could hear me. Swinging my legs out onto the side of the bed I quickly made my way to the front door, all the while wondering where William was, he said he'd be home at midnight. I wondered if he was the one ringing the bell, maybe he had forgotten his keys. Flicking on the living room lamp, I unlocked the door and opened the door to face two police officers. I was awake completely now.
"Hello." I greeted, confusion seeping into my tone.
"Are you Mrs. Matthews?" One of them asked and I nodded my head, still confused as to what they were doing here.
"Mrs. Matthews, we're sorry to tell you this, but we think we might've found your husband's body in the woods. It looks like as if he was murdered. We found some ID on him, but we'd still like for you come down to the morgue to identify the body." For a second, I thought this was some sort of horrible joke, but the look of sympathy on their faces told me differently. I felt sick to my stomach as I tried to say something but no words came out.
I don't really remember having gotten into the police car, or heck even getting to the morgue, but the next thing I was aware of I was staring at a sheeted body. They warned me that he would look disfigured, but it wasn't something I hadn't seen before. When they pulled back the white sheet I could feel another wave emotions washing over me as I looked at my husband's body. I could feel the people in there staring at me, but at the moment I really didn't care. I looked over him in a way that someone normally wouldn't, because it was put into my mind to look in detail at everything. When they asked if this was indeed my husband, I just nodded.
"We believe he was attacked by an animal by the claw marks." Someone in the room said, I looked up at the person for a moment before looking back down at William. It was then I noticed a very pale looking yellow residue I had seen plenty of times before and knew right away that his was no animal that had killed him. I could feel anger building up inside of me and my first thought was to hunt whatever had done this to my husband and kill it. I could feel my chin trembling as I tried not to burst into tears in front of all of these strangers, and though it was probably odd for the others to watch, I caressed William's face once before saying in my mind that I would find what did this to him. They told me after a few minutes that I could go if I wanted to, and maybe it was for the best that I did because I was only going to become even more angry the more I looked at my husband's mutilated body. One of the officers offered to drive me home, seeing as they had driven me here.
I didn't go to sleep that night, for a few reasons. One, there was no way in hell I could go to sleep after what happened to William, and two, I was too busy contemplating calling someone I planned on never talking to again. My hand held onto the phone tightly as I sat up in my bed, my knees drawn to my chest as I stared at the phone. Before I could stop myself I was dialing a number I couldn't even be sure was working anymore. Swallowing dryly, I wondered if he would even pick up, or heck if it was even in service. To my surprise it actually rang, and even more to my surprise someone picked up. "Hello?" A gruff voice asked, one that was barely familiar. "Dean, it's Katherine." I said, my eyes wandering out the front window, bracing myself for him to hang up. I wouldn't blame him if he did, but I wasn't about to give up either. If he did, I would just call back.
Authors note: Well, that's it for this chapter. Hopefully you're in suspense and want to read more! Promise, next chapter your questions will be answered. Please review! I'd love it if you did. Like, so much.