Disclaimer: I don't own anyone that you recognize from Supernatural, but I do own Alyx, Johnny, and Caleb. (Not the one from the show, obviously.)
A/N: Okay, so this is a short story (only 3 chapters) I thought of after randomly thinking about the episode, "What is and What Should Never Be". I thought it would be interesting to see what Alyx's perspective would be if she were transported to an alternate reality. (When this story takes place, Alyx is 14, so she has just started high school.) Enjoy!
It was a routine hunt. One, according to my father, that he and Sam had done before. I had read up on it, and researched until I could no longer cram any more information into my brain. It was simple, really. We had to track down the Djinn—a genie, for those of you who aren't in the hunting business—and kill it with a silver blade covered in lamb's blood. The tricky part is making sure the Djinn doesn't make you one of its victims. Dad said it makes its victims hallucinate into thinking their in a near perfect world, while it drains them of their blood to feed on. Yeah, not so pleasant.
Everything was going pretty well, until the three of us got separated—or, if you want to put it in other terms, I got lost. I didn't mean to; it's just that the place was extremely large and dark. I had hung back for a moment to investigate, thinking I'd heard a noise or something out of the ordinary, and then I suddenly found myself alone. In a creepy abandoned building. With a psychopathic genie on the loose.
Heaving a sigh, I trudged along, trying to steady the flashlight that I held in my trembling hand. I maneuvered as silently as I could around the various piles of junk and other unused materials being stored in the deserted building. I had the hood of my zip-up sweatshirt pulled up, to keep in some warmth, because it was absolutely freezing in this place. I hate being separated from Dad and Sam. It's generally okay when it's the typical salt-and-burn gig, but not so good when we're going up against something I've never experienced before.
Why had I picked this over going to my friend Kylie's house? Right. I remember: I had been totally gung-ho about tackling a new supernatural creature. But now? Not so much. Damn, I could've been watching House of Wax in the warm, safe confines of Kylie's house with a big bowl of popcorn and a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Now, I'm stuck here, with—as I mentioned earlier—a crazy genie.
Speaking of which, the Djinn decided to make it's appearance at that particular moment, coming out of the shadows and slamming me into a wall, knocking the flashlight from my hand. I knew then that I was in deep trouble. The Djinn towered over me; an extremely tall being covered in strange markings, which looked sort of like tattoos. I tried to fight back, but it had me pinned so I couldn't move. It gave me a wicked grin, and pressed its cold, clammy hand against my forehead.
This wasn't good…this wasn't good at all…
The Djinn's hand started radiating a bright, blue light, and I suddenly felt myself slipping away. I was loosing grip of my surroundings; my vision becoming blurry. I had a splitting headache…time was slowing down around me…and I finally let go, falling into darkness.