Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural so I'm sorry, but I cannot hire you as a script writer...apologies...
Authors note: Thanks for reading Psirn! If you didn't read Psiren and came across this on accident, don't worry! You'll pick up the general idea pretty quickly! I also forgot to thank by best buddy AngelKisses87 for all her great supportive words and wonderfulness! We have a couple of colaborations up on her profile so if you fancy taking a look, all comments are adored!
Cold Christmas
Bubblegum Thai
Prologue
Dawn was beginning to break through the thin, moth-eaten curtains of the dirty motel room. They'd been there three days now, looking for leads into a local case, but were getting nowhere fast. Idly, Dean toyed with the bandage fixed to his neck as he stared at the dancing patterns caused by the net curtains in the morning breeze, barely visible through a gap where the cheap curtains didn't quite close all the way.
He was startled as his mobile phone vibrated on the bedside table in silent mode. He rolled over and grabbed it before it awoke Sam in the next bed. He frowned at the display, not recognising the number,
"Hello?"
"Dean…"
Dean stopped dead at the sound of his name. The voice was soft and a little raspy, as if she'd been crying,
"Lola." He finally answered,
"I need your help."
To be continued...