AUTHORS NOTE: This is just the prologue to my story. I love Supernatural and I decided to write a fan fiction about it. This is set in season 4. This is my first fan fiction and I am super excited! I hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own Supernatural and probably (definitely) never will.
SUMMERY: When Sam and Dean cross paths with a mysterious girl in a small town will she become an ally or will she bring the boys to the brink of death?
She collapses onto her knees in pain. Blood pours from the various gashes on her arms and legs. She has been walking for so long. Where was she? The darkness surrounds her and she shivers from both cold and the loss of blood. The dark red liquid mats her hair and clothing giving her the appearance of a lost soul.
She had been walking forever but was getting nowhere. She had woken up in the forest covered in blood. She was stiff from pain and was shaking from exhaustion. Why can't I remember what happened? Last night I was at a bar and then...nothing. She thought in disgust. Why can't I remember?
Sam and Dean drive through the darkness in silence. Sam is nodding off with his head on the window. Dean is jamming to the rock music playing loudly from the speaker.
"Dean will you the music down please? Some people are trying to sleep."
Dean turns the music louder an impish grin highlighting his sharply defined features.
"Sorry what was that?" He says an evil smile spreading across his face.
Sam gives him a dirty look and reaches for the controls. Dean slaps his hand away with an insulted look,
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! Hands off of her!" He says protectively of his car.
The two begin to argue more and more aggressively until...
"Dean, stop the car!" Sam yells, staring at the road ahead.
Dean recognizing the anguished tone in his brothers' voice jerks his head towards the road and slams on the breaks stopping the car just inches from a young woman covered in blood lying face down in the middle of the road.
Dean and Sam jump out of the car and immediately run towards the still form. Sam turns her over carefully with help from Dean.
"Jesus Christ," Dean mutters standing up, and looking down on the girl taking in her grisly appearance. Her long black and some other undistinguishable color hair is matted to her face with blood. Her leather electric blue jacket is frayed and torn, the various gashes in the fabric revealing more blood. Her black skinny jeans are shredded exposing cuts all along her legs. He looks down at Sam, who is busy checking the girl's pulse.
"Is she alive?" he asks in a soft voice.
Sam looks up at his big brother who has his hands shoved in his pocket unsure of what to do.
"Her pulse is weak... but it's there. But we need to get her to a hospital soon or else."
"You get her into the backseat." Dean says opening the backdoor.
Sam places the limp figure carefully in the back and closes the door gently. He rushes to the front seat and slams the door behind him. Dean who has already started the car shoots him a look before asking,
"Where is the nearest hospital?"
Sam pulls out a map and studies it intently while Dean starts the car.
"The nearest hospital is 20 miles north of here. In a town called Harrison."
Dean looks back at the still form in the backseat after he is sure she is still breathing before launching down the open road with a burst of speed.
A gasp of pain floats from behind them, followed by a muffled pain stricken moan.
"I know you're in pain, but my brother and I are going to get you to a hospital." Sam says taking the young woman's hand.
Her turquoise eyes open and focus on his face. "My name is Sam."
He continues, "And this," he says gesturing to his brother "is Dean. We are gonna get you some help okay?"
The girl nods and then winces in pain. Sam carefully takes her hand and their gazes lock for a few seconds before he continues, "what is your name sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Krystal" she whispers before she disappears into unconsciousness once more.
Only a few moments later the Impala skids to a stop in front of the Charity General Hospital emergency room doors. Sam jumps out and quickly opens the back door and lifts Krystal into his arms. Her head rests against Sam's broad shoulders and one of her arms is draped around them while the other hangs limply. Sam rushes through the hospital doors followed quickly by Dean. A group of doctors run up to them and quickly get Krystal onto a stretcher. A nurse stays behind to question them.
"What happened?" The nurse asks them in a concerned tone.
Dean and Sam look at each other and then back to the nurse. "Well you see…" Sam begins, "My brother and I are visiting Maine and while we were coming into town we saw her, Krystal, lying unconscious in the middle of the highway next to- "
Dean cuts in, "So naturally as the heroes we are, we decided that we had to save the poor girl." He winks at the young blonde nurse who blushes and looks down. Sam shoots Dean a look of disbelief. The nurse continues,
"Okay, could you two wait here a second and give the police your statement?"
"Of course," Sam says politely before once again being cut off.
"On one condition," Dean says with a sly grin. "Tell me when you get off work so you and I can get a few drinks." Sam walks away muttering something that sounds very much like unbelievable while Dean continues "Ignore him. He's just jealous he was born without game. He will never learn to talk to a fine lady such as yourself."He says loudly. Sam scoffs from across the room.
"So gorgeous… what's your name? I hope it's as beautiful as you are."
Sam snorts loudly, trying and failing to cover up the laugh that escapes his mouth at his brother's lame pick up line.
"My name is Alexis." The nurse says with a glint of laughter shining in her blue eyes. She hands him a business card out of her breast pocket. "I get off at 6. Meet you back here at 8? I gotta go home and make myself presentable" She says slyly emphasizing the last word. Just my kinda girl. Dean thinks to himself as he walks over to where Sam is sitting.
"Dude. Really?" He asks incredulously. "Do you feel the need to bang every chick in the country?"
Dean winks. "Only the hot ones."
Sam stares at Dean, "You are so immature."
Dean's smart ass reply is interrupted by two police officers who approach the boys.
After being thoroughly questioned by the police the boys found themselves in an especially crappy motel.
"Dude really? I feel disgusting just standing here. And don't even get me started on the sheets!" Sam says looking around the room.
The dim light illuminates the pale yellow paint peeling from the walls and the furniture which is old and rickety, and probably unused for the past 10 years. The carpet is bare in some spots revealing molded wood.
"Chillax dude," Dean says "It's only for one night."
"Why am I always the one stuck at the crappy motel while you get busy with a random girl?" Sam asks throwing Dean his signature bitch face.
"Sometimes you just have to suck it up Sammy," Dean says smiling. He says disappearing into the bathroom. He walks out a few seconds later in a fitted black suit usually reserved for impersonating Federal Agents. He runs a hand through his hair ad his green eyes meet Sam's brown ones. "How do I look?" he asks, an air of concern in his voice.
"Wow, you really want to impress this girl," Sam says with a grin.
"Dude shut up." Dean says angrily. "How do I look?"
Sam laughs, "Alright, Alright. You look fine." He walks up to Dean and fixes his tie. "Go get 'em tiger!" He slaps Dean on the back and stifles a laugh.
A few hours later Dean bursts into the room and slams the door behind him.
Sam looks up from the TV just in time to dodge Dean's coat as it soars through the air towards him. "I'll take it your date didn't go the way you wanted it to?"
"A total waste of time!" Dean yells. "The chick… is abstinent!" He spits the last word with disdain throwing his hands into the air. "Let's just get the hell out of this god forsaken town."