Hi everyone, I'm Nikki, and this is my first English fanfiction. Thunderstorm is also my first Supernatural fanfic. It was published a few years ago in another site, in another language, but now I decided to start over, re-writing everything and translating it to English.
Please notice that English it NOT my first language, and that it may have a few mistakes. If you found one, let me know trough PM ou reviews.
ABOUT THE STORY LINE: Thunderstorm time period is a mix of 3th season, but with a few big details from seasons 4 and 5. This prologue is to try and make you understand the mix.
PROLOGUE
THE ROAD SO FAR...
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
" 'Sam ?!' Dean said, the rain mingling with his tears. Sam did not answer, nor ever would. The older Winchester embraced the body of the younger in despair."
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
" 'I want to make a deal.' Dean said the demon in front of him.
'A deal, now is it? And what do you offer me?' She said, smirking.
'My soul for Sam's life.' Replied the hunter, puffing out his chest.
(...)
'You only have one year to enjoy little Sammy, reborn from the dead, and then my pets will come after you' And with a kiss, the pact was sealed."
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
"Lilith stood in front of the altar, just waiting for the hour of her death.
Sam and Ruby were standing in front of her, and Sammy - who was no longer Sammy - had a deadly look. With one motion, he threw the white eyed demon away, causing her to hit her head against the pedestal. Down the hall, Dean arrived, screaming.
Upon noticing that, Ruby locked the door, anxiously waiting for the moment that her master would return.
(...)
A white light emerges, blinding momentaneously the Winchester brothers while their greatest fear realizes: Lucifer has arisen. "
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
"'I am a vessel ?!' Repeated Dean, surprised.
'No, Dean. You are the vessel. Michael's weapon.' Replied Zechariah.
(..)
'He needs my consent' The blonde hunter realizes.
'Unfortunately, yes. We are angels, and have rules.' Said the angel
'Then hell no! "
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
" 'What's happening with your receptacle?
'With Nick? He's just a shell. He was not created to handle the power of an angel. You are my vessel Sammy.' told him Lucifer.
(...)
'You need permission to enter my body?'
'I'm still an angel, Sammy "
NOW…
The girl was disoriented. She could see nothing but shadows, and the only things she heard were her own screams and a demonic laughter in her ear.
"Where is she?" Asked the owner of laughter.
"I don't know" The girl lied. She would die if needed, but would not give him even a clue where was the one that Lucifer craved more.
"Alright then. I think we -" The demon was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. Light entered the room, blinding the eyes of the torturer temporarily. Time enough for the hunter to cut his throat while the other lit the switch.
"Sam and Dean Winchester" Recognized the girl sitting in the middle of the devil's trap, her eyes turning pitch black. "Demon! shoot!" Dean's inner hunter shouted, but he could not kill her. Not yet.
"Where is she?" Asked Sam. He was almost hypnotized by the blood that trickled down the girl's forehead. Dean watched him closely, hoping he would not go 'crazy ass junkie' over the demonic blood.
"Are you two monkeys going to protect her?" Asked them the demon, afraid. Dean chuckled humorlessly.
"No. We're going to torture her and hand her over to Lucifer on a silver platter." Ignoring the blonde Winchester's sarcasm, she replied:
"Promise me you'll protect her from Lucifer and Michael!"
"Okay, we promise. Now start talking" Sam was about to loose control. He needed to get away from her blood.
"If I tell you where she is, will let me live?"
"Yes" Lied Dean.
"Manhattan. Upper East Side, Sunrise building, apartment 666. A little bit ironic, don't you think?" The bloodied girl smiled. "Her name is Angeline. Angeline Evans. Angel, funny enough. Oh, the ironies of life. And now, which one of you breaks the trap and let me go?
"Oh, babe, you're not going anywhere." Dean answered her, already drawing his Colt and shooting without hesitation. "Come on, Sammy. We have a long way to NYC."