She was running. Little twigs and leaves were getting stuck into her brown hair and the cold night was eating her hands away. But she wasn't taking into account any of it. She was running until her lungs felt fervent as an oven, she ran with her mouth open and white smoke was coming out of her lips. She had no idea where was right or left, she only rushed forwards, disorientated. She had already forgotten why she was even running, but her brain kept screaming she had to get out,
as far as possible from, from...from what, actually? Bewildered thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a horn and brakes. She could hear a crash and it was only dark from then on. Her head hit the hard concrete.
„Bobby's gonna kill me!"
„You better count on that. He clearly said to use a mandrake, not a rhododendron."
„Yeah, well, let's see, the next time a siren attacks you."
„Bitch."
„Jerk."
The road was slowly passing and a sign, that they had just missed, read „Glendive 20 miles". Dean yawned loudly.
„Do you want me to drive for a bit?" Sam offered, but was refused by a headshake.
„It's only a while now. Ahh, can't wait to get into bed, Sammy. I'll probably order a pizza. Or pie.
Or both?"„I need a drop of whisky. After a siren hunt one can be pretty thirsty. Especially after hunting a hideous one like that was."
„Try writing to Santa to get you a prettier one for Christmas."
„After getting something as fancy as a bottle of eggnog and a pair of socks? I can't want that
from him."
His brother was just about to respond, when a person ran across the road in front of them. Sam only managed to shout his brother's name, but it was too late. The car hit a dark silhouette in spite of
a vigorous screech of the both, confused and shocked, goggled their eyes for a swift moment and after a while they were climbing out of the car.
„How the hell did she get here?" Dean yelled with a good deal of hystery in his voice. After he felt her pulse, his hand found the girl's head and checked it.
„It's quite possible that she has a concussion, but there seem to be no broken bones," Sam stated. „Let's get her into the car, there has to be a hospital in the nearest town."
„So step on the gas!" Dean ordered after he carefully laid down the new passenger on the back seat and hopped into the front seat himself. She looked very young, probably a student. Dark brown hair was covering her eyes and blood dribbled on her pale forehead from an open wound.
„She's gonna be okay," Dean answered Sam's unspoken question, even though it didn't sound
too convincingly. „What the hell was a young girl even doing at half past four in the morning in this godforsaken forest? And why was she running?"
„Maybe someone was following her," argued Sam, „or something."
The stars were slowly going down and not even in an hour they were in town. Chevy Impala parked next to a small building with cracked paint and a large sign „Hospital". Sam grabbed the girl
under her arms and carefully rolled her, so he could comfortably carry her in his arms,
and both Winchesters aimed to the emergency.
After twenty minutes of nervous sitting in a waitroom a doctor came out of a white door.
„She'll be all right. We haven't found any fractures and apart from a mild concussion and a few scratches, she's just fine."
They both sighed with relief. The doctor continued: „Don't mind me asking, but where have you found this girl?"
„About 20 miles from here. She ran into our way, I almost didn't manage to stop. We couldn't do anything!"
Man grumbled agreeably. „Nevertheless, the police should write a protocol with. I'm sure it won't take long."
Sam and Dean nodded uncertainly and the doctor left the room.
„Let's go. Police report is the last thing I need. The girl is fine, we can hit the road."
Sam gripped his shoulder. „We hit her with a car, Dean. The smallest thing we can do is to talk to her."
„It's not my fault she was running around the forest like a fairy. And if someone was following the girl we only did her a favour by bumping into her." Sam shook his head to protest, but in the end they all headed towards the car and to the nearest motel.
In a tiny room with two beds and an old, dusty TV with only one channel, they unpacked their belongings.
„Anyway, I still wonder what was she doing there. You saw her, too, after all. She was terrified, almost desperate and running from something, I bet my life. That sound like our kind of thing."
„However that sounds to you, I'm going to sleep. I need my four hours of rest and it'd help you as well, Sammy."
Sam couldn't even respond when a loud wail of a siren sounded from the outside. The police at first, followed by fire brigade and and ambulance. Six cars altogether.
„That doesn't sound good." Dean threw his cheap federal suit on his shoulder and they set off.
When they arrived, there was chaos everywhere. A bus was weltering on the ground, fainting flames licking its sides and the policemen and rescuers stood helplessly on the side of the road and watched the firemen figthing the fire. There were a few bodies lying on the ground, some of them were deformedly mutilated – the fire managed to sear their meat right to the bone. Over a wreck of the bus they could see more and even more corpses. All the ambulance cars were empty. Nobody had survived.
Then the fire stopped and Sam with Dean approached the policemen and showed them their fake IDs.
„What's FBI doing in our town?"
„You know, this kind of accidents attract the authorities," Sam replied and slipped his badge back into his pocket. „We need to take a look around here and collect the evidence for investigating." Policeman nodded and lifted a yellow tape, which was deviding the crime scene from the rest of the road, over their heads so they could get through.
Hot concrete was sticking to their shoes and the air smelled of burnt meat.
„Do you smell sulfur?" Sam asked.
„I can't smell absolutely anything over this stink."
Carefully they entered the charred wreck and started looking around.
„It looks like the bus stood still when the fire started. The doors weren't closed and according to the dead bodies outside a few people managed to escape, even though not very far. So why didn't everyone run away? An explosion can be excluded, because there are no components around here. What the hell happened here?"
„Demons?" Dean suggested.
„Yeah, that's possible." Sam sadly crossed a little body, most likely of a child, curiously tilted his head and then lifted something from the ground.
„Hey, look," he shouted and reached his arm to his brother. There was a tooth resting in the palm of his hand. „Vampires?"
Dean shook his head. „This doesn't look like a vampire fang. It's too long." He put the tooth in his pocket and followed Sam to the officers.
„Damn, Eddie, look at this body right here," one of the officers was pointing at a carbonized corpse. „The thigh was gnawed on, gnawed! There's probably some wild animals wandering around.
Sam raised his eyebrows inquiringly and Dean gifted him with the same confused look.
„Are you done, gentlemen?" the policeman asked. They nodded. „I just got a call from Dickinson, from where the bus was. There were 15 passengers overall, 16 people with the driver."
„And how many bodies have you found?"
Officer wiped sweat off his forehead and fixed his tired eyes to the sun. „15," he sighed. „We already sent patrol to surrounding forests, but they haven't found anything yet."
„Thanks. If you find anything, gimme a call," Dean put a card in the officer's hand and along with Sam headed towards their car. Immediately after closing the door they both yelled: „That girl!"
AN: Hello there! This is my very first spn fanfiction, so be nice. I TRIED! I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes you might find here. English is not my first language. Well i actually didn't do the translation. This story is translated from Czech and you can find the original on my profile.
A big shoutout to the truly wonderful friend of mine, Sonia, who kindly agreed to translate it! Make sure you visit her awesome tumblr! (get-into-the-snogbox)
Thanks for reading and be prepared for the next chapter!