They wouldn't stop. The nightmares. Sam's special gift hadn't popped up since the yellow-eyed demon took a bullet to the chest, but these dreams seemed odd, off even. It was more of a gut feeling, and seeing how he couldn't remember them once he woke up, he couldn't say for sure it was a premonition. What he could say for sure was there was red. Lot's and lot's of red. The powers, in the back of his head, tried to break free, but he didn't want them, so repressed they stayed.
Wiping his eyes in hopes of washing the feelings away, he turned his head to Dean. He fell asleep researching demo- hang on . . . Was that PORN ON HIS SCREEN!? He specifically told Sam he was looking for their next gig! He shoulda figured. And HIS computer? . . . Well actually he might go over it later. . . WAIT NO! He shook all impure thoughts from his head, blushing crimson at the thought.
At closer inspection, he saw that Dean did do some work. Sam reached over to click on the second tab. Ida, Louisiana, huh? Interestingly an underpopulated town. 3 months ago, a brutal slaughtering spree began. The victims were burned alive. It's described as a brutal slaughtering, only because one witness said it was a leopard. A leopard tackled the victim, clawed at him, ate part of him, and as saliva crept down from his chin, the body combusted. Assumption? All victims died like that.
The witness also claimed the beast spoke to him. It supposedly said, "Adultry and sin plague this town. You should be looking out for your husband, before you bear your baby girl." The thing with this prediction? It was all wrong. Except for the sin part. The witness cut off her faithful husband's head. And the sonogram said the baby was a boy. What a crappy way to go.
"And witness name is . . . not listed. But she did get dragged to the Acta Sanctorum (A/N: Latin for Deed of a Saint) nut house, screaming that it lied to her on purpose, just to make her kill like the conjurer wanted. Worth looking in to." After I royally kick Dean's ass for fucking with my computer, that is. Then, hands down, he will be forever banished. That'll teach him.
It was a large enough triangle made with tape with symbols written on the outside. Inside the shape, the leopard lingered, patiently pacing as a predator word circle his prey. His presence wasn't unannounced, seeing how he was summoned there. There harsh slamming of the door told the leopard it was time. It's back arched, it's fingers stretched, it's jaw clenched, and then the process took over.
He didn't mind being naked in human form, actually he preferred it. Clothes were so - too restricting would be the best to describe it. This form was of a man black hair, tall, muscular. He could change his appearance, whenever conveneint, but the eyes never changed. The eyes of fire. Then again, he never left the house in human form so it didn't matter.
"What happened?" He was angry. I could tell. Emotion laced his voice, no matter how empty his eyes were. I opened my mouth, knowing I would tell. Between these symbols I could not move. Inside this triangle, I could not lie, but it was irrelavent. No matter how weakened the predator may be, they still are the hunters. All that I needed was time to bide. And then I was free to make my move. The conjurer had to go.
Well, this is a prologue. Review if you want me to continue. Other chapters will be longer for sure. I'll give a prize to anyone who figures out what demon I'm using. Thank you for reading.