Alright guys this is my first story and I would like to encourage you to review and tell me what you think.
I dedicate this publication to my friend Crazycatroxy for helping me be brave =]
Disclamer: I own nothing you recognize
Chapter 1
This hunt started like any other hunt we've done. People were disappearing, but returning a week or two later as if nothing had happened. It's what tipped us off that something was wrong. After hours of research we have come to the conclusion that we have no idea what is doing this. What this means is that we have to bring out the big guns. And that would be Bobby. Maybe he can shine some light on what is going on.
I sit on the old bed in the motel room listening to the phone ring until I hear a click "Hey, boy. I don't suppose you're callin' just to say hello?"
"Hey, hi Bobby. No I'm not. We were just wondering if you could help us with something."
"Sure. This chair has me strapped at home 'till I figure something out." Hearing this new cynical Bobby has us worried. He tried that stupid move of sellin' time of his life to that witch, who knows if he could still keep thinking things like that.
"Ah, we're in Connecticut and we've been trying to figure out what the hell is going on here. It started about three months ago, people disappeared for days at a time and then they just came back as if nothing happened, they don't remember anything from where they went."
"I'll look into it. Talkin' about Connecticut, You remember Tony lived there? He passed a few months back. Maybe you should drop by, give your condolences to his wife." Tony, he was a friend of ours, met 'em back then when we used to hunt with our dad. He was like us, the son of a man who brought his family on the hunts, to protect 'em. Only difference was that his mom was a part of their lives, they were always together. We stopped keeping in touch when I went to college. I wanted to leave this part of my life behind, to me that meant having no contact with anyone who could bring back the memories of the horrors I lived.
"Tony's dead? How? When?" I ask him.
"More than half a year ago. Not sure how he went, you're gonna have to figure that out yourself. Just thought you should know… All right, talk to you later."
Dean looks up "Did you say Tony? Man, I haven't heard from him in a long time."
"Yeah well, Bobby says he died a while ago. He had a wife. To think that we knew each other most of our lives, we hunted together, heck we saved each other's lives and we don't even know that he died until months later. Have we really become that detached from everything?"
"Well, Sammy Armageddon teds to that to people." Dean says sarcastically.
"Yeah" I look down. Seems like everything that happens now is a constant reminder of how badly we screwed up, how badly I screwed up. How could things have gotten so wrong? I don't even know if Tony died because of something we let out. Some demon, some monster that doesn't care who lives or dies.
Dean is good at reading my pauses. So it's no surprise when he says "Hey Sammy, you wanna stop by Tony's? It shouldn't be too hard to find him." I want to go, to at least meet the person he had decided it was someone he wanted to share the rest of his life with; however long that was. We were good friends, close, for a while. The least I could do was that.
"Yeah, sure. We can continue this later. It's not going anywhere." I picked up my laptop and closed it. It was late anyway and for the first time in a while I was feeling an emotion that wasn't related to demons or angels or wars.
Thank You for stayin' 'till the end, reviews are encouraged and appreciated!
I know the chapter was short but it felt like a good place to stop=]