Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.
All Hell Breaks Loose P1
I just want to get out of here. That's what she'd told him, so they got in the car and started driving. They didn't know where they were going yet. Dean still wasn't sure he should be looking for a case. He finally got up the nerve to just flat out ask her.
"So what do you want to do Kayla? Seriously. Do you want some down time? Because we don't have to go after anything right this second."
"We can do a job."
"Do you want to?"
She didn't really want another discussion. "Hey, so, Sam can read my mind."
"What?"
"You know, like hear my thoughts. Just sometimes though."
Dean turned and looked at him.
"It's getting more frequent. Apparently she's thinking harder."
"You're hilarious." He looked back at the road. "And when were you planning on telling me?"
"About the time you told me the truth about when I was possessed."
He sighed, irritated. "I'm all for you guys having these little chats, but you want to fill me in on the details next time? Christ." He took the next exit and pulled into a small café. "Don't forget the extra onions this time." Dean shoved a bill into Sam's hand.
He got out of the car with a grumble and walked into the café.
"So you told him, that's good. And now…he can read your mind. That's, interesting."
"And slightly creepy."
"Think happy thoughts."
The radio started to go out and the light faded on and off. Dean looked around cautiously as it continued to static.
Kayla suddenly felt uneasy. "Dean where's Sam?"
He looked ahead and didn't see anyone walking around in the diner. They both got out of the car and went inside, Kayla covered her mouth when she saw the bodies laying in pools of blood.
"Sam?" He drew his gun and continued his way through the café, behind the counter lay two more dead bodies. Jesus. Dean pushed the back door open and didn't see anything. As he pulled his hand back he felt some kind of powder. No, not powder. "Sulfur."
He ran outside and called for him over and over…there was no answer.