(This takes place somewhere during season 10, presumably before Crowley threw out his mother from hell.) Enjoy!

Supernatural

Queen of the Damned

Chapter 1

Heatless

St. Paul, Minnesota

Two eighteen year old males cautiously made their way into a dark back alley, behind a large apartment complex. The moment they felt that they were hidden enough from peeping eyes, one of them removed a joint from behind his ear and lit it. The other took out a flask he had hidden in his back pocket and took a swig from it. He handed the flask to his friend and then took the joint from him.

"What is this?" James asked in between coughs.

"Jameson," Paul answered. He inhaled as deeply as he could enjoying the feeling of the weed. "My favorite kind." He exhaled.

"Good," James said before he took a couple of swigs from it. He handed his friend the flask and then took the joint from him. "Mine as well."

Paul smiled at him as began to feel the effects of the weed. "So anyways," He took a seat on an old milk crate and took drink some more whiskey. "About the party."

James looked at his friend clearly high. "It is going to be awesome." He handed his friend the rest of the joint. "Nothing better than sneaking into a college themed party. Ashley said she will let us in."

"Plus pregaming is the best way to go," Paul said before he inhaled deeply. There was still a couple of hits left in the joint.

"Ashley told me she had a friend for you," James said with a twisted smile.

Paul was about to respond, when a ball of green and yellow energy suddenly began to grow in front of them. Both looked at it wide eyed in surprise and high from the weed. The ball started out small, about the size of grapefruit, but soon grew large and brighter. Ripples of electricity shot out in many directions, blinding them. Soon the ball disappeared leaving behind a body and a strong smell of smoke. The asphalt surrounding her was much darker, burned from the ball of energy.

"No way," James said wide eyed as the woman turned toward him with a harsh and driven look on her face.

The woman straitened her black corset and then brushed off any dirt she saw. She took a few steps toward the men who were staring at her in disbelief. Paul dropped what was left of the joint on the floor. He didn't even notice.

James looked at her up and down. She looked like someone dressed from a different era. She was wearing a long black corset revealing ample cleavage. Her long black hair glowed radiantly from the streetlight and the moon. She had soft rosy lips, piercing green eyes, and graceful looking skin. She was wearing a small crown on her head.

"Hello boys," She said almost erotically. "I am looking for someone." She took a few sensual steps toward them, knowing they were staring at her. "Perhaps you have seen her."

Paul continued to stare in wonder. "Who are you looking for?" He felt a tingling sensation pass through him.

"My daughter," She simply replied.

James and Paul looked at each other and shrugged. "I have no idea what you are talking about," Paul told her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen.

She looked at him and took a few more steps toward him. She reached out trailing a finger provocatively across his chest. "Do you find me attractive?" She asked him.

Paul gulped loudly as a response. She leaned close to him and kissed him deeply. The moment she locked lips with him, black snake like lines began to slither through his face, down his neck, then arms, and legs. When it covered his entire body, she let go of him with a pleased look on her face.

"That was nice," She said licking her lips. She glanced at James who was too scared to move.

Paul stumbled backward and reached for his throat. He clawed and scratched at it as he began to choke. Blood oozed out from the cut skin, covering his hands and then running down his arms. He stopped scratching soon after and then began to cough up blood on the ground. The louder and harder he coughed, the more blood he spat up. Soon he began to cry out as he spat up his entire heart. It landed on the ground making a gruesome splat sound. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and then he fell to the ground. The moment he landed, the black snake like lines disappeared.

James turned to run, but she pointed at him with a threatening finger. "Oh no you don't," She said, her eyes flashed red momentarily. "You aren't going anywhere."

James watched in fear as his whole body became paralyzed. She turned away from him and grabbed Paul's blood covered heart. She licked it and then glanced at James with fire resonating in her eyes. He wanted to throw up from what he was seeing, but he couldn't move a muscle. She smiled and then took a large bite of the heart. She swallowed it enjoying the taste.

"There is something about the heart," She tossed the rest of the heart aside and then approached James who looked so scared, it seemed as if his eyes would pop out of their sockets. "Now, do you find me attractive?" She reached out wiping the blood off her hand on his shirt. She leaned close kissing him deeply as well.

Dean parked his impala across the stReet, opposite of the crime scene and turned off the music. He stepped out of his car and stifled a yawn. It was two early in the morning for this, but it did feel nice to be outside and working on a possible case. He and his brother has been working so much in finding a cure for the mark, it was nice to have a distraction like this. But he wished he could feel more awake for it.

He glanced at his brother who straightened his suit. They locked eyes briefly, before they turned and approached the blocked off area. Three cop cars were parked in front of the alley way, blocking the area from any curious by standers. A forensic team was studying the scene for clues.

One of the officers motioned for the Captain, a middle aged male with a long beard and burly shoulders. He approached them and cleared his throat. "Hey," He told them seriously. This is restricted area."

Dean reached into his pocket and removed his FBI ID. "My name is Peter King." He pointed to his brother. "And this is my associate Charles Ramsey."

The Captain eyed both badges and then motioned for them to follow him. "My name is Arnold McKenzie," He held up the tape, so they could walk under it. "I didn't know the FBI was interested in a case like this."

Dean didn't answer right away. He kneeled beside both of the bodies inspecting it. Large amounts of blood puddled around both bodies that were sprawled on the ground. "There is a case we are working on that has a lot of similarities as this one" He told him.

"I see," Arnold said, "And what can you tell me about what you see here?"

Sam removed a pad from his pocket and began taking some notes. Besides the deep scratch marks on both of their necks and ample size bump on their heads, the rest of their bodies seemed untouched. He leaned closely when he saw what resembled a human heart beside one of the bodies. He took a picture of it and then looked at the other body, noticing a second heart. Both had a large bites taken out of it. He noticed burn marks on the ground, as well as wall on the apartment complex. He took a picture of that too.

"I am sorry," Dean replied. He cursed inwardly feeling immense dread about this case. "Classified information." He wasn't sure if it was from the mark or from grotesqueness of what he was seeing. It could have been a mixture of both.

He put on a pair of latex gloves and began to carefully inspect the bodies. Other than then the deep scratch marks on their throats and the bumps on their heads, there didn't seem to be any other marks on their bodies. At least that he could see. He noticed a joint on the floor that had another hit or two on it and a flask that was filled with whiskey, which was nearly empty. He glanced at his brother and shook his head.

Sam turned to the Captain and handed him a card to reach him by. "All I can tell you about this is that there has been a similar two deaths like this in California." He pocketed his phone and pad. "But we have a few promising leads."

Dean removed the gloves and then tossed it in the garbage bin beside the apartment. "I think we have seen all that we need here," He heard Sam say.

"I agree," Dean said as he walked back to his car.

Sam said goodbye to the Captain and told him that they'd keep in touch. He returned to the impala with Dean and took a seat. He watched as a coroner's came to retrieve the bodies and anything else important. Dean turned on the impala, lowered the music a bit, and drove away.

"What do you think?" Dean asked him as he stopped at a red light.

"I'm not sure," He shrugged. "Werewolf? Never heard of them leaving the heart behind like that."

Dean pressed on the gas as soon as the light turned green. "Could it be a Kumiho?" He asked.

Sam shook his head and opened the window a few inches. The breeze felt good. "Doubtful," He shook his head. "They only dig up freshly buried graves to steal the hearts. They don't go attacking people alive, at least as far as I know."

Dean glanced at his brother. "Are you sure about that?"

"Unless it is something else," Sam said, "I have a feeling we are dealing with witchcraft here. Although I didn't see any hex bags around."

"Neither did I," Dean agreed. "But we both know that the hex bag doesn't always have to be by the body at the time of death."

He was waiting at a red light, when a ball of green and yellow energy suddenly began to grow in front of them. It started out small, about the size of baseball, but soon grew large and brighter with each passing moment. Ripples of electricity shot out from it in many directions, blinding them. It struck a street sign, a tree, and a street light, causing them to fall over. The tree landed on a car crushing it, while the street light landed on the ground shattering. The sign fell on the ground. Within seconds the ball disappeared leaving behind a body and a strong smell of smoke. The asphalt surrounding her was much darker and burned from the ball of energy.

"What the hell?" Dean asked as exited their car and cautiously approached the body that began to stir. She slowly stood up mumbling to herself as she brushed the dirt off of her yellow dress and blue top. She was totally oblivious to both Dean and Sam.

"Oh dear," She said unhappily to a dirt stain that was refusing to come off. "This will just not do." She shook her head.

"Excuse ma'am," Sam said in a loud and clear voice. "Are you okay?"

The woman turned around and gasped when she saw the two men before her. She began to stumble backward.

"We will not harm you," Sam said gently. There was something familiar about her. "What is your name?"

The woman brushed aside her ebony colored hair to reveal a large cut and bruise on her pale white skin. Blood dripped down from it to her neck. She opened her mouth to speak and a single name came out of her rosy lips. "Snow White." With that she fainted into Sam's arms, who looked at her and then at Dean with wonder.

This is my first Supernatural story and would think this would make a great episode. Hope you liked it. I have more to come!

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