Hey guys! Here we have my first supernatural fanfiction, which I hope you all enjoy.
This is set about halfway through season 1.
Here goes.
Sam suddenly jerked awake as if shocked, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as the image of Jessica in flames on the ceiling burned into his eyelids.
He opened his eyes with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling as he desperately tried to push the inage out of his mind.
"You okay?" Sam heard Dean softly ask, and turned his head to look.
His older brother was sitting up against the headboard of his own bed, legs spread out in front of him and the TV remote in his hands.
"Fine." Sam said, sitting up and tiredly rubbing a hand over his face. "What time is it?"
Dean looked at Sam worriedly for another moment, knowing full well Sam had had another nightmare. "Eight." He said eventually, deciding that now was not the time to question Sam.
Sam ran his hand through his hair, lifting his fringe off of his forehead only to have it flop down just above his eyes again.
He winced slightly at the bright morning light which was filtering into the room through the big window, blinking a couple of times before yawning. Sam mentally figured out that he had gotten roughly three hours of sleep that night, a large proportion of those three hours riddled with horrifying nightmares. The previous night he had spent hours tossing and turning, unable to keep his most distressing thoughts at bay in the dark of the quiet motel room.
But Sam was troubled by the distressing memory of one nightmare he had struggled through last night, one that was eerily different to the rest, that had stood out with vivid clarity.
He walked through the thick forest, huge trees looming up around him. He was alone, but that didn't trouble him too much.
For some reason he felt oddly calm among the ancient trees, a sense of peace covering him like a blanket.
Everything was sharper than all of his other dreams. It was as if he was seeing every minute detail, his surroundings jutting out with great clarity.
There was an Earty smell hanging in the air, a comforting smell of wood and fresh soil.
A gentle breeze lightly ruffled Sam's hair as it slowly wove it's way through the forest. The sharp trilling and singing of birds followed Sam as he continued walking, small branches crunching underfoot.
He came across a small clearing and stepped through the circle of trees, a bird chirping once somewhere behind him before the forest fell into a content silence.
Suddenly a low growl ripped through the quiet, instantly shattering all sense of peace and calm Sam had into sharp fragments.
Sam tensed, the feeling of being at home instantly gone. He stood rigidly, and suddenly the temperature started to drop.
Now Sam could see his breath when he exhaled, a fine white mist which was lost to the air around it after seconds.
The small hairs on the nape of his neck stood as another growl tore through the clearing. It seemed to be coming from all directions at once, echoing slightly through the otherwise dead silent forest.
A twig snapped in front of him and he flinched slightly but took on a fighting stance, swallowing wild panic as fear ran through his veins like ice.
Suddenly a huge black wolf appeared in the very center of the clearing, a bit ahead of Sam. It was at least 7 foot in length and it's head came up to Sam's armpit.
Sam froze as he locked eyes with the beast. Unlike normal wolves, it's eyes were an intense red colour which stood out dramatically from it's shaggy black coat.
Suddenly the once reassuring trees seemed to grow in size, looming darkly over him as the branches snaked over the top of the clearing, leaves growing for the sole purpose of plunging him into a petrifying darkness.
The leaves quickly dimmed the light which had once shone brightly into the clearing, and Sam felt a sense of overwhelming panic as the trees seemed to close in on him, pushing him closer to the wolf and boxing him into the clearing, leaving him trapped.
The creature's lips drew back into a snarl and it growled again, that one noise sending intense chills down Sam's spine.
It took a step forward and Sam stumbled back, all thoughts of putting up a fight abandoned in the presence of the huge beast.
Teeth bared, it snapped it's jaws shut with a disturbing snapping sound and then opened them again. It's lips drew back into something resembling a manic grin and suddenly it pounced, howling so loud that Sam couldn't think as it's jaws clamped over his shoulder, sending him into icy darkness.
Sam frowned as he remembered the dream. It had a wierd vibe to it that he simply couldn't shake, an odd sense of reality which unnerved Sam deeply. The thought that it might have been a vision made him shudder as he recalled the feeling of absolute hopeless loneliness and the bitter cold as the wolf sank it's teeth into his jaw.
Sam looked up from his laptop as Dean walked into the small motel room.
Dean loosened the tie of his suit and pulled it off with a relieved expression.
"Find anything?" Sam asked as Dean shrugged his suit jacket off and sat down opposite Sam at the small circular table in the corner of their messy room.
"Witness said that she saw a big black dog. She and her boyfriend were walking through the forest, apparently everything was nice until this huge wolf showed up. Ripped the guy apart and then stared at her until she ran."
Sam swallowed nervously. This was too similar to his dream. "How old were they?" He asked.
"Girl was 16, her boyfriend had just turned 17. It was his birthday, actually." Dean shook his head regretfully. "Poor guy."
Sam nodded, and remembered the wolf that had stalked his dream. "Anything odd about the wolf?" He asked.
Dean stood, walking to the small motel fridge and yanking it open, pulling out a can of coke.
"It was really big. And I mean huge." Dean said as he walked back to the table, popping the tab of his coke open. "She said it was at least seven foot long, and apparently it's head came up to around my shoulder." Dean said. "And it had-"
"Red eyes?" Sam cut Dean off grimly.
Dean shot Sam an odd look before slowly nodding. "How did you know?"
"I.." Sam ran his hand through his hair, lifting it off of his face. He had spent the whole time when Dean had been out trying to do research and stressing over how vivid the dream had been.
"Sam?" Dean asked worriedly, looking at Sam as he set his coke aside. "What is it?"
Sam cleared his throat. "I.. had a weird dream last night. There was a forest, and..." Sam broke off, somehow feeling as if voicing the dream would make it come true. "There was a huge wolf, with red eyes. It attacked me." Sam said, looking up to Dean.
"Was it one of your weirdo visions?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
Sam shrugged. "I dunno... it was so clear, though." He said. "It felt as if it was really happening." Sam recalled the feel of the rough bark of the trees he had run his hands along like a child, the earthy smell accompanied with the occasional bird chorus. What was the most startling was how easily the sense of peace earlier in the dream had been destroyed. Sam had truly felt at home, completely relaxed among the comforting presence of the trees, more calm than he had been in months.
Then the trees had turned dark. Their presence quickly becoming menacing. Sam shuddered as he remembered how threatening they had been, how intimidated he had felt as they loomed far above him.
Dean looked concerned. "It attacked you?" He asked.
Sam nodded, his hand automatically going to his shoulder as he remembered the white hot pain as the wolf has torn into his shoulder. "It bit my shoulder." He said.
Dean frowned. "If you're having visions about this wolf getting you, maybe you should sit out of this one Sammy."
Sam shrugged. 'I don't think it was a vision. It doesn't matter. "Dean decided to let it go for the moment. "Find anything? " He asked.
Sam looked back to his laptop. "Well, there's alot about big black dogs in the lore. Some say that they're hellhounds, demon dogs. There's a little bit of lore about a special type of werewolf, one that actually fully turns into a wolf. I don't really know if thats what this is though."
Dean shrugged. "Hellhound, maybe? It did have red eyes."
"Maybe." Sam said, looking doubtful.
"Well." Dean said. "Whatever it is, we'll get it eventually. "
Sam nodded hesitantly, unable to shake the feeling that this wolf was a part of something bigger, and they couldn't just kill it.
Sam slid into the booth of the diner, and Dean sat down opposite him.
The din of people chattering excitedly seemed to wash over him as he stared down at the table, leaning against the wall as he shuffled to the corner of the booth, isolated with his worries.
He was feeling so out of it that he didn't notice that Dean was saying something until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Sam jumped, snapping out of a daze, quickly lifting his head up to look at Dean. "What?" He asked, blinking.
Dean frowned at him, his brow furrowing with concern. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
Sam opened his mouth to reply, mentally scrabbling for a reply which wouldn't worry his big brother.
"Uhh..." He began, but was saved as the waitress sauntered up to their table, looking to Dean with a suggestive look in her eyes and a sly, flirty smile on her face.
"Can I help you?" She asked, lifting a notepad and pen, but using one hand to play with her long blonde hair, twirling a bunch of long strands around her finger as she looked at Dean.
Dean raised an eyebrow at her and shot Sam a look which meant "This discussion isn't over."
He looked to the menu for a second, and instantly spotted what he wanted. "The double cheeseburger, please." He said, picking what looked like to be an extremely oversized cheeseburger.
The waitress smiled at him and wrote it down on the notepad. She looked over to Sam. "Anything for you?" She asked.
"Uh.. just a salad." He said and she nodded. Dean told her what drinks they wanted and she sauntered off again, making sure to look at Dean over her shoulder with a grin.
Dean couldn't help but stare at her for a moment before turning back to Sam. "Dude, what the hell was that?" He asked.
Sam raised an eyebrow and managed to summon the energy for sarcasam. "It's a girl, Dean. You've run into them before."
Dean rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't mean her, idiot. What's up with you? You were totally zoned out!"
Sam gave a small shrug. "I don't know, I was just thinking. I'm fine."
Dean shook his head. "No, you're not. You didn't even notice me until I shook you. I was almost shouting!"
"I.." Sam trailed off. "I'm just a bit tired, thats all."
"How much did you sleep last night?" Dean asked.
"Enough." Sam responded. It didn't really matter how much he slept, he was always plagued with nightmares which never let him get any actual rest.
Dean frowned. "Just take it easy, okay. Try and go to sleep early tonight."
Sam gave a sharp nod, not liking having Dean fussing over him.
The waitress returned, setting the two plates down in front of Sam and Dean. She vanished and returned a few seconds later with their drinks.
She then placed a neatly folded small peice of paper, which Sam presumed was torn from her notepad, in front of Dean. She dropped him a wink and smiled before walking off to serve other people.
Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean as he unfolded the piece of paper.
Dean smirked and turned the paper around so that Sam could see the phone number scrawled across it with "call me" scribbled hastily underneath.
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean continued to smirk while putting the paper in his pocket and digging into his meal.
"So." Dean said after a second. "What are we gonna do about scrappy doo?"
Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean. "Scooby doo references? Really?"
Dean finished chewing his large mouthful before replying. "Don't objectify me. But really, what are we gonna do?"
Sam blew air out of his mouth as he picked up his fork. "I don't know. I think we need to do more research, maybe go to the library."
Dean nodded grudgingly. "Yeah, I guess we do."
Sam half-heartedly twirled the salad around his fork, feeling as if eating was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment.
"Eat." Dean said, taking a bite of his own burger.
Sam looked wearily at Dean. "I don't need you to tell me to eat my vegetables. "
Dean raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Well, I clearly do."
A couple of hours later Sam and Dean entered the motel room. Dean had decided that they needed a little extra cash so they had worked together to hustle a few bikers.
Dean grinned at Sam as he took his leather jacket off, slinging it over the back of a chair. "Nice work Sammy. I forgot that you could act."
Sam kicked his shoes off with a tired smirk. "Wasn't that hard to fool them, I think that second guy had had a few too many."
Dean nodded as Sam flopped back onto his bed, tossing his jacket onto the table.
"Get some sleep, Sam. You look like crap."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks Dean. You sure are full of compliments today, it's really boosting my self-esteem."
"You know what I mean. Get some rest."
Sam rolled onto his stomach, obediently putting his head onto his crossed arms, far too tired to argue or get changed, or even climb under the covers.
His last coherent thoughts before he drifted into sleep were about the wolf. Sam had an awful feeling that there was something bigger here, that this was a part of something that they had no chance of defeating. He felt a horrible sense of foreboding, and had a feeling that this wolf had set off a chain of events which would drastically change the lives of Sam and Dean, and not for the better.
So that was the first chapter! Please tell me what you thought of it in the reviews, constructive criticism is definitely welcomed.
-Ravenwing2000
