Supernatural
Title: From Angel's Wings
This story is about those lovable Winchester Boys we all love. I know this may be awful but bare with me. My first fanfic! Hope you all like it!
Don't own the show or characters except one or two of my own.
Chapter 1
These small back water towns started melding together. This one looked like all the other ones. The evil they faced all the time seemed as if they were never making a dent in the world around them. These were the thoughts of Sam Winchester as Dean his brother drove down the main street of Santa Piko Bay. Dean was busy bobbing his head to the old rock he loved to hear.
"So why are we here again?" Sam asked his older brother as he looked out the window at the townsfolk. Who always seemed to be clueless to the darkness of their hometown.
"To stop some evil thing that is killing the men in this town." Dean pulled into the motel parking lot. Parking he rummaged thru the fake credit cards in his wallet to get the one he hadn't used yet out. "Now stop being a baby and lets get this done." He let his brother know he wasn't in the mood for any speeches of futility or importance of this hunt.
Rolling his eyes Sam got out of the car to go in with his bro as he heard him start the Q and A of the manager of this roach filled establishment. "So where's the local bar around here?" The manager took the card passed it thru and gave it back without a second glance, "The Brazen Bull, all the folks go there at night to socialize." "Heard any of this talk about the local men going missing? We read the paper on our way here and it looks pretty spooky to be a man in this town." He said jokingly as he tried to bond with the older pot bellied manager. The guy shrugged and explained it off, "Nothing much just guys getting fed up with their lives leave town for something better. You're in room 6. Enjoy."
Getting back into the car Dean smiled "The tings people believe to feel safe at night, astounds me!" "I don't blame them Dean. We do this for a living and I sometimes have trouble with it." Dean took the car up the door as Sam got the bags and made sure no one was around as he packed some of the weaponry into the bags from the trunk. Dean had the door opened as he rushed in closing the door behind him with his foot.
Dean lay down on the bed as he kicked off his shoes "Let me know when it gets dark. Then we can head over to the Bull." Of course Dean slept as Sam did most of the leg work. His brother he thought was a total dork when it came to the more research type work in there job. But Sam was fine with that, because it meant time for himself and his own mind to reflect on the situation and on the past. Especially Jess and how much he missed her.
Leaving the room he let the door slam shut waking the half asleep Dean "Dick!" he yelled to no one in particular sure his bro was already far away. He was getting comfy in bed when he felt a strange presence, like someone was watching him. He gave the room a once over with his eyes before he chalked it up to nerves. But just to be on the safe side he got up to put salt all over the threshold of the door and windows. Then he got back into bed with his shotgun and went to sleep.
Outside the motel a young woman in a short black skirt and tight halter top watched as Sam walked away from the place to head to the towns library for his research, which he usually found useful. Smiling she threw back her raven hair over her right shoulder and put on the sunglasses as she vanished from thin air with a snap of her fingers.