Supernatural: Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted (1)
By: Winnie Su
Author's note (1): Hi, guys. This is the first little part of my first attempt of writing fan-fiction (Or just fiction in general :P). There will be an update every week, so check back weekly for a new chapter! :D
The neighborhood is dark. I really should have brought a jacket, Riley thinks as the chilly wind hits him right in his face. The Labrador – Casey – pulls urgently on the leash as he picks up some poop with his plastic-bag-covered hand.
"Wait a second, buddy, okay? Just a second…" He soothes the agitated dog gently under his breath.
Riley doesn't blame Casey for being restless and weird, because he is pushing down the urge to yell himself, too.
While the road is peaceful and empty, the only thing missing is silence.
There are screaming, laughing, crashing, and music. It is far from silence. The low base shakes the ground hard every single Saturday.
The large canine suddenly perks up and halts when another gush of wind charges down the noisy street as they walk by the partying house.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Riley asks and bends down to his knees beside Casey. He ruffles the dog's fur on its back when a growl rips out from its throat. Casey barks furiously to the air in front of the house, as if it's complaining to tell the house owners to quit partying and shut up. But then Riley realizes it is barking toward the high bushes next to the house. That's when he feels like somebody is watching him.
"Come on, buddy. Let's go home." He says to Casey. But he keeps on barking and growling.
Riley looks cautiously around him. There is no one in sight, but it doesn't reassure him at all. His heart quickens as the wind blows again. This time the Labrador whimpers with its tail tucked between he's legs and pulls on the leash with all the strength it has.
Riley runs with his dog all the way home. He doesn't tell his mom why he is sweating when it is 50 degrees outside.
In the next morning, Riley's got to admit that he's freaked out yesterday. Maybe he still is, and a bit uncertain to walk his Labrador the same route again today. But, hey, it's in broad daylight, people will be around, nothing's going to happen, he convinces himself and grabs the leash. Casey comes running to him with his tail wagging happily.
Riley grins at the undying affection, "Ready for the walk, bud? Let's go!"
The walk is great, but something feels out of place. Then Riley realizes the noises that usually stops at four in the morning didn't end. The music still blares; the ground still shakes.
The dog starts barking again when they walk by the same house. The music is louder than ever.
Hesitantly, Riley walks up to the door to knock between a silent gap of music change. No one answers the door.
Oh, I am so going to regret this, Riley thinks as he peaks into the house from the window. He thought he would see sleeping drunken bodies on the living room floor. Instead, it is a lot more brutal, a lot bloodier than he thought.
"Oh, my God!" Riley gasps, his eyes widen and he stumbles backwards in terror.
Fifteen minutes later, yellow caution tapes, officers and police cars surround the house.
Sam jolts awake at the sound of the slammed door. He instantly reaches for his weapon that always rests at his bedside. He lets out a relived sigh when he sees it's his brother, Dean.
"Rise and shine, Sammy, I got us a case." Dean says and sets down a coffee tray and a paper bag on the coffee table that Sam assumes is their breakfast.
Sam gets up from his bed with a slight groan and ruffles his messy hair. He does a little stretch and asks groggily, "What is it about?"
"Three days ago, which was Saturday, at least twenty people were killed in a party, and ten are missing. The ones that were killed either were sucked dry or got their body opened up with their heart gone."
"Wow, that was pretty…" Sam is in loss of words of how to describe the situation.
"Nasty, I know. This wouldn't be the first one." Dean finishes the sentence for his brother while taking a sandwich out of the paper bag. Typical Dean, Sam thinks, still able to eat while talking about something so disgusting.
Dean takes a big, full bite into his sandwich and opens his laptop to look at the news report again. "And there was another one two days ago. Fifteen kids, all dead in a park, same M.O."
Sam sits down at the chair on the opposite side of his brother and also takes out another sandwich. "What do you think? Werewolves and vampires?" He asks and takes a sip from his black coffee.
"It is full moon this week. So that'd be my best guess. Eat fast, Sammy. We are leaving soon."
(to be continued…)
Author's note (2): Hope you guys enjoyed that. Thank you very much for reading and review is waaaay more than welcomed. See you guys next week~ :D