SUPERNATURAL

Ballad of the Broken Heart

Every story has a beginning and an end, some kind of conclusion always follows a racing heart with a sound mind. Humans, as a race, run from fear. Fear is a topic that is discussed openly, and privately, it is something that people boast about lacking but when confronted with the end of the story fear comes to them with a proposal; fight, or run.

Sam and Dean Winchester are different, these are men that desire to change the fate of a story. These men devour fear in their hearts and give peace to those who need it, nay, those who deserve it. What more good could come from the heart of a man who calls upon fear into his life in order to bring hope and peace into someone who is unable to withstand the forces of darkness? This is a dark chapter in their lives, one which confronted them with a question not to their ability to reason with fear but with themselves. What happens when it is not fear that comes for you, but the very essence of who you are deteriorating right before your very eyes? Is it not fear that would then bring back the person who you believe that you are? If not, then there is not much hope for those with near-sighted emotion, and if a man wanted to divert the fate of another who was trying to divert that fate as well, only one could prevail. So in the end, what destiny does the person playing the role ultimately fulfil, and what measures the power in which fate should be diverted?

It was a sunny Thursday in St. Helena, California as Lacey reached for her keys. She had just gotten home from netball practice, they were in the right pocket of her skirt, so she put it into the keyhole of her two story house. The house was brilliant, it was a dream home for any loving family. There was a white-picket fence out the front, accompanied by a clean driveway and a well groomed garden. There were white linings and gutters all over the house, with frilly curtains on the off side of the elegant large windows.

She unlocked the door and walked through, only to her her mother call from the kitchen. "Lacey, Dale just called earlier asking when you'd be home. Give him a call will you?" She suggested. "Yeah, mum. I'll do that now." She replied. She went past the dining room and walked up the staircase, taking a left turn into her room. It was painted pink and blue, with a bookshelf by the side of the window. There was a double bed with stars on the quilt cover next to a bedside table that had a lamp, a laptop and a cup of water. The rest of the room had a few clothes and tools here and there, it was fairly neat. There was a home phone hooked up to her wall socket, which she used to make calls. Throwing her bag onto her bed, she picked it up and dialled her boyfriend's number.

The phone rang for a while and he picked up.

"Hello?" Dale asked.
"Hey babe, you were trying to call?" Lacey replied, kicking her shoes off and jumping onto her bed, his voice sounded a bit wobbly.

"This is really awkward, but I think there's a homosexual stalking me." He said. Lacey broke out into laughter.
"No, no babe, I'm serious. I'm not kidding, I think there's a total queer trying to get with me." He insisted. Lacey's laughter calmed.

"You're kidding me, right?" Lacey asked sarcastically. "Everybody knows that you're not interested in men, besides, what gay guy would want to get with a local high school football team leader?" There was a silence, and Dale smirked.

"Look, Lacey." Dale stated firmly. "This is absolutely crazy. But you have to believe me, this boy came to me and licked my neck. I almost hit the guy but when I turned around to smack him he was backing away and winking at me." He continued, starting to sound more and more worried.
Lacey started to pay more attention. "You're not kidding, are you?" She asked.
There was a bit of silence in the air, until Dale broke it.

"Okay, Lace. Please come to visit me. I need you with me." He begged, suddenly.

"What? Now? I just got home from net-" Lacey began to argue before she was interrupted.
"Please understand, I know it's difficult but if there's one time I need you its now." He replied.

"Oh, Dale you know I can't resist you. Well just let me get my things and I'll head over, okay. Mum shouldn't mind and dad's out on a work conference." She said to him, joyfully.
"Thanks baby, really! Oh, and there's another thing." Dale began. "I've got some of that protection so like you said, you'd be ready soon and I think we should do it tonight." He told her.

"Sweetie, uh... I'm not sure that I'm ready for this yet but we will see." She told him.

Dale let out a bit of a smirk. "Yeah, okay. Well I'll see you after alright." He reassured.

"Yeah, of course." Lacey replied.

The phone clicked and Dale had hung up. Lacey put the phone back in the cradle and went to get changed. She looked out the window as she took her top off and she noticed a boy staring directly at her. From the distance of the two story window it looked like he had long black hair and red bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Ugh, creep." She said to herself as she closed the blinds.
Lacey put on the rest of her clothes and walked out of her room to get some snacks before she leaves, taking a different bag as opposed to her school and netball one, and heading out the door and down the road.

Lacey noticed, that as she was walking the boy she saw earlier was nowhere to be found. She let out a sigh of relief, she didn't want to have to verbally attack anyone else this week. She was constantly getting into fights at school, most 15 year olds were fairly confident in the small area so they would often get into violent arguments. Dale lived about 4km away from Lacy, so it was a fair distance, perhaps a 30 minute walk. Most of the area was really well done, since her city was so small, there was money to make even the rural areas stand out lush.

Finally, she approached Dale's house. It wasn't nearly as done up as her house, and her parents weren't quite fond of his approach towards life despite that they both went to the same private school. It had a corrugated iron fence along the side with a short driveway. The rest of the house seemed pretty average. She walked up the driveway and knocked on the door, peering through the stained glass window as she usually does waiting for a shadow to move to come open the door. About half a minute past with no answer, so she knocked again.

"Dale!" She called.

There was no reply, and no movement in the house. She looked to the side to see that his gate was open so she walked through, and around the side. The back of his house was really underdeveloped, it had a playground that looked as if it hadn't been used since the 70's and some green material over the wooden verandah that was torn up.
Lacey walked underneath the shelter and went to open the back door which was open.

She called out to her boyfriend again, "Dale!" but there was no answer, still. She immediately made the decision to walk to his room, and the door was shut which was odd. His parents don't get home until midnight because of late shifts and his door is usually open.
Lacey reached to the doorknob to open the door.

A feeling of horror rushed through her arms, dropping her bag and letting out a hysterical scream as she saw her boyfriend tied to his bed with his heart cut out. Blood covered the walls in writing, that read many different statements such as "Well so the rabbit falls through the hole, fascinating for my Lacey. She loves me, she loves me!" along with "Little boy, you took my Lacey, her heart is so racey, my little Lacey!"