Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Zooey, Denver, Clifton and all others you do not know
A/N: Okay, so I got the idea for this story while watching P.S. I Love Youand PMSing--yeah, never a good thing, huh? Much thanks to Kyla (not PyroQueenOfFire Kyla, this is a different Kyla), she decided to help me, and we mixed our crazy ideas together. *laughs* Much love!!
This story is rather AU, I don't really intend to follow the Seasons at all, but if you read an episode used in this--that's how you know I've hit writer's block. This first part is rather short. Sorry. But it's my "intro" for the story, next chapter will be longer and the boys should be coming in soon! *laughs*
There Will Be Blood
Denver sighed and wrapped her coat tighter about her, it was unseasonably chilly that night, as she strolled from the bar, intent on getting to her car quickly. She rolled her eyes as she heard dragging feet behind her--another drunk, crawling his way home--and picked up her pace. She really wasn't in the mood for another drunk man to get all handsy with her again tonight.
"Denver." A rasping whister came from behind.
The young brunette turned slowly and rolled her eyes when she came face-to-face with Cliffton, the new guy in town, who also happened to be the now town-drunk.
"Go home, Cliffton. You're waste--"
She was cut off as the tall man grabbed her by her neck and pushed her into the alley. Slamming her against the wall, he bit at his tongue and smiled when he tasted the blood, and pulled the struggling girl into a deep kiss.
Denver gagged as the taste hit her mouth and brought her knee up, successfully hitting the man in the groin. She took off in a dead run, Denver fumbled with the key fob and dove into the car when she opened the door.
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Zooey squinted her eyes as she looked at the clock on the kitchen wall.
"Where the Hell is she?" She frowned.
The sink had been making an awful gurgling noise the last few days--setting off Bronte, her three-legged German Shepherd, into a long round of non-stop barking--she really needed the sink fixed.
When another loud gurgle came from the sink she frowned and opened the cabinet doors below the sink. She reached out to smack at the pipes but pulled her hand back rather quickly, remembering the last time she tried that and water started to spurt out. She hated being "mechanically challenged", as she liked to put it.
Zooey stood from the sink and reached for the phone she had set on the counter. Dialing the memorized number she waited for an answer.
"Zooey," a rasping voice hit the petite blonde's ears. "I--Can you get here? I-I think something's wrong with me."
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