Comfortably Numb

PROLOGUE: Hello, Is There Anybody In There?

Scream: applies to crying out in a loud, piercing way. To scream is to utter a loud,piercing cry, especially of pain, fear, anger, or excitement.

New Orleans, Louisiana

It was dark. It was ten o'clock at night. Of course it was dark.

And of course, there was work to be done.

Jacob Durocher grumbled as he drove to his workplace, the Saint Louis Cemetery. He was middle-aged with an undiagnosed heart problem that caused him painful palpitations. Yet, of course, he had to shovel dirt for a living.

The service had apparently been held late for the relatives who had taken the later flights from various parts of America. Of course, the customer's word is law.

Of course.

Jacob had just gritted his teeth, smiled and nodded when his employer had informed him of his delayed shift. He pretended that his children weren't at home, wondering when their father would be home. He pretended that his hands weren't shaking and aching from early-onset arthritis.

He sucked it up and came to do his work in the dark, his old Chevy pickup truck bouncing along the gravel road that led through the cemetery.

Parking in the designated spot next to Maurice's own car, the gravedigger shut off the engine, stepping down with his shovel in hand. He trudged over to dimly lit area where his coworker sat, the pit containing the casket near his feet.

"S'nother late one, no?" Maurice said, his voice betraying his annoyance.

"Let's jus' get this one over with so we can go", Jacob replied, digging his shovel into the large mound of dirt that sat next to the grave.

To be honest, even with the odd lateness of the ceremony, Jacob and Maurice could still have finished their work before sundown, if not for the time the mourners had spent exchanging stories of the deceased, but they weren't allowed to complain about that either. No wonder no one wanted this job anymore.

So they dumped dirt onto the gleaming polished wood of the coffin for a good fifteen minutes before Jacob noticed something wrong.

"Hey Mo, I don' see the lights", he spoke, interrupting their labor.

It was in fact true for once, and not just a ploy to get home to the kids early. The line of lights that usually showed on either side of the routes that branched off through the cemetery had gone dark, leaving them to work by nothing but the dim glow of their cheap dollar-store lanterns.

Maurice seemed not to give this much thought. "Leave it Jake. S'probably th'boss that got forgetful on the electricity bill again. C'mon, s'not like this hasn't happened before."

"You're right", Jacob answered thoughtfully. "But I could've sworn I-"

And then he heard it.

It was painful to listen to, and still he couldn't help but want to hear. The loud screeching cut through his senses like butter, melting and rushing over everything and drowning it in its sharpness.

It was a woman's scream of terror.

"God above! Did you hear that Mo?" he exclaimed, dropping his shovel.

"Jake, stop kiddin' aroun', you're startin' to overdo it", Maurice hissed, annoyed. "I don' hear nothin'."

Jacob paused, confused by his friend's denial. He shook it off. It was too beautiful to ignore.

"S'a woman's scream. Sounded like it came from over there", he suggested, pointing vaguely to a very specific area in the wooded section of Saint-Louis'. "I'm g'na go check it out."

"Don' go, Jake, you're being stupid!"

It was too late for him, though.

The scream sounded a second time, causing him to shiver and the hair to rise on his arms despite the fact that it was mid-May.

He made his way over quickly, ignoring Maurice's pleas for him to stop, for him to ignore it and come back, that it could just be some sort of owl.

Arrived at the bushes separating the cemetery from the rest of the woods, Jacob pushed on. It was too late for him to turn back now.

A third scream.

Finally running, Jacob burst through a thicket of thorns to arrive in a small clearing.

And there she stood.

Unearthly beautiful and pale in the moonlight that suddenly seemed visible through the smog that usually plagued the skies on beautiful nights like this. Yes, Jacob had decided that tonight was in fact nice, and not nearly as irritating as before.

She stood tall, yet delicate, dressed in a dark green cloak that allowed a pale dress to peek through at the bottom where it ended at her knees. Her hair was red and her feet bare.

She was impossible. No one that beautiful could exist in reality.

"I-I came, jus' as you asked", Jacob heard himself speak. He was surprised at this, as he had heard nothing but her cries of distress.

However , she smiled at his statement, her teeth peeking through those blood-red lips that contrasted with her pallor.

They were long, sharp and yellowed. They were inhuman.

Jacob trembled. This time, with fear, and not with surprise.

"Dear god", he whispered.

Those were the last words he ever spoke.

The beauty lunged, mouth open.

The world faded.

Hello again :) I've started something new this time around.

Yes, it is a Dean/OC, as I have some sort of curse that dictates that I absolutely love original characters. I plan on having this OC of mine play but in a small part of Sam and Dean's lives, and not have her progress past his short time.

I despise the idea of altering an entire seven seasons of a good plot with a person who doesn't belong (as I will probably completely and utterly fail at integrating her into the actual Supernatural storyline, and have therefore decided to make up a few hunts just to avoid that failure).

I'm going to attempt to use monsters that they haven't yet touched upon in the series so far, and hopefully that won't mess things up too much.

Thanks again for reading :D