A/N: First I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to read my first fic, How To Save A Life. This story, Wish Me Monsters, is a sequel to that story. The story begins during the first episode of Supernatural season 3, the prologue a little earlier - ten months before the first chapter. I'd love to get reviews and hear your opinions about this story, so I know how to improve. I'll be following the basic storyline of Supernatural season 3, and throw in some touches of BtVS as well as some cases for them that weren't on the show, just to make the story more mine. AU.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor anything you may recognize from the shows. Neither do I own any of the songs used as inspiration for the story. I only own Rika and my own writing + ideas.
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Prologue - Monster
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His little whispers, love me, love me Monster That night he caged her I will Turn the sheets down.
That's all I ask for, love me, love me
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
Bruised and broke her
He struggled closer
Then he stole her
Violet wrists and then her ankles
Silent pain
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
Hear their voices
I'm a glass child
I am Hannah's regrets
Murder ears with pillow lace
There's bath tubs
Full of glow flies
Bathe in kerosene
Their words tattooed in his veins, yeah
Meg & Dia - Monster
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Ten months earlier
Rika was sitting on the cliffs at the beach near her childhood home, with her eyes closed. She listened to the screeching from the seagulls that were flying somewhere above her head and to the sound of the reeds swaying in the wind. She could smell the salty water and she felt the chilly breeze on her face. She was back home. At that very moment, she felt at peace. However, she wasn't fully enjoying the Finnish archipelago, not the way she used to when she was younger. Back then she could lay on the beach for hours during those lazy summer days when she was still an innocent child, swimming, laughing, at ease. It was almost September and the weather was getting colder. Summer was almost over in Finland, the trees were starting to shed their leaves and a cold wind was blowing from the north. Rika didn't want summer to end, the coldness of winter was not something she enjoyed even though she was used to it.
Now, she had seen too much. She was never going to look at the world like she once had again. After Hugh, her watcher, was killed by some demons, and Sam, the only man she had ever loved, had left to continue hunting with his brother she had been in pieces. She had spent a couple of months trying to piece herself back together, fully concentrating on finishing college. She suppressed Sam out of her head, even though she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. But she needed time, so she didn't contact him or Dean in any way. After graduation she had flown back to visit her family, like she had promised her mother. Now, she had been back at the Finnish countryside for about a couple of month. Everything had been quiet on the slaying front. Maybe she had tried to avoid it, or the demons had better places to be than here, but inside she knew the slayer was who she was. She couldn't change that.
The council had tried to contact her about setting her up with a new watcher. But Hugh was gone, and he could never be replaced, so she kindly turned the council down. "I quit", she had told them. "I'm not working for you people anymore. I guess you could call me an entrepreneur now." There had been some protests, but she had just hung up.
Somehow, she still felt guilty about Hugh's death, and the voices in her head kept getting louder and louder. It was at this very moment, at the beach, that Rika knew what she had to do to get the voices of guilt out of her head. She got up from the cliffs and walked towards her old bicycle, leaning against a big rock, with determined steps. She needed to find out more about who she was.
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Sam was getting worried. He and Dean were currently staying at a motel in a small town near Chicago where they were investigating a possible haunting in an old house. This wasn't the reason he was worried, though. It was now early September, and he hadn't heard a word from Rika in months. He had been trying to track her down, but it was almost as if she had vanished off the face of the earth. "She can't be dead", he thought. "She just can't." He had been trying to reach her, but her United States cellphone was out of use, and he had no other number. He didn't even know where her parents lived, and her watcher was dead so he couldn't give them any information. Now he was sitting on his bed in the motel room, with his laptop in his lap, trying to see if there was any word of her online. He had lost count of how many times he had refreshed her Facebook page, but she hadn't been online in months. He had tried emailing her, but he kept getting delivery failure notifications. He had tried every contact he had, but no hunters had spotted a petite, blonde girl fighting vampires or demons anywhere.
"Did you find out anything about her yet?", Dean suddenly asked. He had been pacing around the room.
"No, nothing. Nobody's heard anything about Rika, there's just nothing there, you know?", Sam said and heard how sad his voice was. "It's almost as if she's gone up in smoke. Maybe I should just give up, she might be dead for all I know." He suddenly felt the familiar sting of pain in his heart, a pain he had been feeling since he left her. "Maybe I shouldn't have left her."
"Sam, don't beat yourself up", Dean said. "I doubt she's dead, if there's one thing that girl can do, it's taking care of herself. We'll find her when she wants to be found. You shouldn't doubt for a second that she doesn't love you though, I saw it in her eyes when we left the second time."
Sam sighed knowing that Dean was right. Maybe it was time to let go. If it was meant to be, they would find each other again. No matter how much it was hurting, he had to trust her and have some faith. He ripped a corner of a paper that was lying on the bed, and wrote some words on it. Then he opened the prayer box Rika had given him and put the piece of paper inside.
"God, please keep her safe and bring her back to me", it said.
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A/N: That's the prologue for you guys, the first chapter is coming up and it'll be much longer than the prologue. :) Reviews are most definitely sexier than Sam and Dean on a hunt.