So, this isn't my first Supernatural fanfiction, but it is the first one on here, so read it and tell me what you think! Also, two questions at the end, so stay tuned!
"Do you have to go?" Suzanna asked, looking up at him.
"I asked," he said. "Hell, I begged, and I got the same answer every time. I'll come back and visit whenever I can. You still have my number, right?"
She nodded. "Of course. It's pinned to my wall. I'll call as soon as I can."
He started to say something, but was cut off by a loud honk from outside. "I have to go, okay? I love you, and I'm sorry." He kissed her and then ran down the porch stairs and into the waiting car.
Suzanna stood on the porch, waving until the big black car disappeared around the corner. Her first real boyfriend was leaving after only two months, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Two weeks later, the pregnancy test said "positive" and the phone number on her wall was disconnected.
Travis Westin locked his car walked towards the small shop, already pulling the picture out of his pocket. This was the fifth place he'd visited today, and it was only ten in the morning.
The bell above the door jingled when he pushed it open. The shop he was in was a tiny Chinese place, with the only people inside being a couple sitting at a table by the window and a man behind the counter.
"Hello!" the man said, smiling at Travis. "What can I do for you?"
Travis walked up to the counter and held out the picture to the man. "This may seem really weird, but have you seen this man?"
The man studied the picture for a few minutes before nodding. "He comes in sometimes. Him and another man."
"Do you know where they live?" Travis asked, feeling his heart speed up. This just made his day ten times better.
"No, sorry."
And that ruined it. After all the "no's" and other various rejections and even one "Yeah, I've seen him. It was way back in 2005, I think," Travis was starting to think he'd never find the man in the picture. He thanked the man and turned to walk out, get in his car, and just go back to Manhattan.
But just before he got the door, the man at the counter said, "Wait! The pizza shop down the street delivers. He might know."
Travis had to keep himself from skipping as he left the building. The shop the man was talking about was only a few doors down, so he put the picture back in his pocket and started down the street. The buildings were very spaced out and small, typical for small town life, but it was a huge change from busy Manhatten. For once, it was actually quiet.
The pizza shop was just as empty as the Chinese place. Either this town was just exceptionally quiet, or everyone was just busy.
Travis walked up to the counter and rang the bell, waiting for the owner to come out. When he did, Travis pulled out the picture and slid it across the counter. "Do you know this man?"
The owner looked at the picture, then said, "Yeah, he's been in here a few times."
"The man at the Chinese restaurant said you delivered. Do you know where he lives?"
"Well, no," the man said, frowning. "They get delivery, but we meet in the middle. I've never seen their house. I can give you the address where we meet, if you want."
"That would be awesome." He could start there and look until he found the right house.
The man wrote something down on the back of an old receipt and gave it to him. "Thank you so much," Travis said. "You have no idea how much this helps."
"Okay…" Travis muttered, looking around at his surroundings. What he thought would be a street full of houses was actually a deserted stretch of road with another gravel road disappearing into the trees. "Guess it's time for a little adventure," he sighed.
He didn't bother putting on the turn signal as he turned left onto the other road. There had to be a house somewhere down this road. Either that, or they lived off the land like all those TV shows he'd seen.
About a mile down the road, Travis noticed fresh tire tracks in the muddy ground. It could have been a commercial or government vehicle, but it was something. Further down was a large brick building, a door set into the side of a hill, and, sure enough, an old car parked outside. Travis stopped the car and sat there for a minute, trying to find more signs of life. The car and the tire tracks were a good sign, but the place just looked sketchy. What kind of person lived in a hole in the ground like this? They were probably insane recluses.
"Alright," Travis sighed. "Let's do this."
He turned the car off and got out, readying himself for the inevitable. He'd been let down so many times and if this didn't work, he was getting in the car and driving straight home.
There wasn't a doorbell. Travis was standing in front of the door at the bottom of a few stairs, looking around for the little white button that would alert them to his presence. What kind of house didn't have a doorbell? Giving up, he knocked loudly on the door and waited. There was no answer for a while, but just as he was about to knock again, the door swung open to reveal a tall and shaggy man glaring down at him.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"My name is Travis. I'm looking for someone and I think you can help me." He pulled the picture out of his pocket and handed it to the man. "His name is Dean Winchester."
So, how was it? Tell me what you think! Also, two questions:
I could either post each chapter (every episode and some standalones) in chronological order, which would probably take longer, or I could post each chapter as it comes to me. For example: 10x11, 11x14, 10x5… Tell me which would be better!
Is anyone here an artist or does anybody know an artist? I'd love to have some art done for this story but I'm quite good enough to do it myself. Let me know if you can or give me some recommendations!
