Full Circle

SummaryWhen a video tape is watched and seven days later people start to die in a small town how will the problem be solved, and how much blood will be shed before it is?

RatingT gore and swearing will be throughout (not my fault the boys have a potty mouth)

DisclaimerIf I owned Supernatural would I be sitting here right now?


Dallas Texas, 10:35pm, 10.11.06

Mary walked out of the local video store with the red plastic bag clutched in her firm grasp as the wind blew strong. Mary had shoulder length brown hair, her complexion was sun kissed, and she wore the bare minimum of make-up on her slender face. She wrapped her arms around her midsection to try and prevent the wind from chilling her any further. She was wearing a yellow top with a pair of light blue jeans, converse and a brown coat. She shivered and quickened her step up the hill that led to her house that stood at the top. Her house was not small, yet not huge either; the shutters were blue and gave a historic feel as they sat opened on top of the pristine white house. Mary jogged slightly up the porch steps before pulling out her house key and opening the door and shutting it firmly behind her. She pulled off her jacket and breathed in the warm scent of the house that was only present after the cold had run its icy fingers all over your nose and left it tinted pink.

Mary now sat in front of the large television in her living room, her legs pulled under her with a blanket strewn over them. She held the remote in her hand and pressed the play button and watched as the screen flickered to life. A series of clips shot onto the screen; a woman in front of a mirror, a man on a chair and several other disturbing images, the last of which was what seemed to be a ring before the short film stopped. Mary stared at the screen wondering what the hell that had been, and who the hell would want to watch that crap; she was suddenly brought from her thoughts by the shrill ringing of the telephone. She reached behind herself onto the table that stood beside the couch and grabbed the cordless phone and placed it to her ear,

"Hello?" she said in an irritated tone, her thoughts still reeling at that stupid movie,

"You will die in seven days…" Mary held the phone away from her as if it was the gateway to hell itself, and stared, wondering who the strange and chilling voice belonged to. She quickly tossed the phone on the opposite side of the couch and flicked the channel over to cable and began channel surfing for something worthwhile to watch.


Dallas Texas, 10:47AM, 17.11.06

Sam and Dean sat inside a small diner on the outskirts of Dallas. The walls were a musky colour and both Sam and Dean were sure that if they looked hard enough they would find that the original colour was somewhere between an eggshell and a light cream. There were several booths that lined the small diner, all a dusky red colour, having faded over time and use, and similar coloured chairs lined the counter that too was a dusky red, although it also had many other stains that one would presume to be a split cup of coffee, although many people would not dwindle on this novelties, and these people were like Dean and Sam. The two brothers shared a booth that sat in the back corner of the diner on either side. Sam had his laptop placed beside his plate of pancakes and he would let his gaze flicker from the screen every few minutes to lift more of the soft and yummy cloud like substance into his mouth, and would occasional follow that down with a sip from his coffee. Dean sat across from Sam, his eyes flickering from the cup of coffee in his hand; he had not ordered anything of a substantial substance other than a piece of buttered toast as his stomach may protest after the previous nights activities with a Mr Jack and a Mr Daniels when he was 'celebrating' a success in their last hunt; and let his eyes wonder over the waitress who's legs ran for day's, and her cleavage that managed to be in Deans face every time she poured him a coffee; even if the cup was an arms length away. Suddenly Sam got an excited look on his face as he finished reading the article that was broadcast on the LCD screen of his laptop,

"Hey, I think I just found us our next gig," Sam said and turned his head in time to watch Dean force his away from said waitress who was casually bending over to pick up her pen, her skirt that was way too short, just got shorter. Dean eventually averted his gaze to Deans with a grin,

"Speak to me Sammy," Dean said, his grin growing wider at the look of annoyance that crossed his brothers' features,

"Get this," Sam said and unconsciously lowered his voice before carrying on with the details of his tip at their next hunt, "In the past week and a half three teenagers have died, friends and relatives reporting that the victims seemed on edge and paranoid before they died. But get this, when they died all of their faces were deformed," Sam gave a quizzical expression at Deans eye roll at the exaggeration the media put on things, "but the doctors can't explain why the victims died, they were all young, healthy, and in the prime of their life"

"Sam it could a number of things causing these deaths," Dean said and Sam gave him a knowing look,

"Name one" Sam said his face already taking on the 'I told you so' stature,

"…Drugs, they make you paranoid, maybe that's why they were acting weird before they died, boy-wonder" Dean said with a triumphant look on his face, but it wavered slightly when Sam spoke again,

"How does that explain the deaths Dean?" Sam questioned and Dean opened his mouth to answer before closing it again, "I think something funny is goin' on here; and not your usual ha-ha funny, but our type of supernatural funny" Sam finished his face now looking more serious.

Dean let out a grunt before replying, "Fine. Lets check this out but if your wrong," Dean said before pushing himself out of his seat and looking up at Sam, "I'm gonna kick your ass"

Sam just smiled to himself as he threw a few bills down on the table before following Dean out of the diner, and he couldn't stop himself from goading his brother, knowing that Dean would poke fun at Sam if it was Dean that was right,

"And by the way Dean," Sam said in a serious voice that made Dean turn to look at him.

"That was a beautiful impression of a fish ya' did back there" Sam said with a chuckle that was caught short as Dean whacked him upside the head and he gave Sam a look that clearly said, 'do you see me laughing?', and this just spurred Sam to laugh even more as he opened the door to the passenger side of Deans beloved Impala Chevy,

"That right laugh it up geek-boy, but you do know I'm gonna kick your ass for this" Dean said over the top of the car and couldn't hide the small smirk that graced his lips on the look of realization crossed Sam's features and stilled his laughing. Dean let out a small sigh of a laugh as he closed the door to the Impala and turned the radio on and increased the volume at the blanched look that Sam had on his face as AC/DC blared from the worn speakers.

Dean pulled the car out of the space and began the start of their next hunt with 'Back on Black' blaring in his ears and a smile gracing his features, and unbeknown to him, this hunt was going to be one to remember….