Certain Events, a Supernatural fanfiction

Synopsis: There are events that can only be explained by fate, dreams, or anything in between. This happens to be the story of a certain event. Sam/Aiden (OMC)

Characters: Sam W. & Dean W.

Author's notes: Well, well. My very first SPN fanfic. I must say, I'm rather excited. Hopefully, you guys (the readers) will enjoy it as much as I have while writing it. Before we start, I want to get this across: if you don't like yaoi (male/male relationships) or male slash—DON'T READ OR LEAVE FLAMES. That is very childish on your part. Anyway, onward HO! – ASM

00. Prologue

On a cloudy day, a young man walks into his home after unlocking the door; taking off his coat. He calls out for his mother...only to look in horror as she lies at the bottom of the stairs, blood pooling around her twitching body.

"Mom!" he cries out, running over to her.

She gasps softly, blood trickling from the corner of her slightly pale lips. The young man, trembling, takes his cell phone out of his pocket and dials 911. He hears the phone ring before the operator picks up. A woman's voice answers.

"911, what is your emergency, please—"

"Uh-! My mom! She's bleeding and—oh god, there's so much blood...please send somebody!"

"Calm down, sir," the operator says in a calm and soothing voice. "What is your address?"

The young man takes a shaky breath as tears stream down his face. "1220 Black River Lane, please hurry..."

The brunette woman looks up at her son with glazed green eyes. She can sense the fear in her son's voice. Not to mention her once warm body was becoming colder and colder.

He's grown so much, she thinks, and yet...

"Ah," she manages to say. Cloudy blue eyes meet her glazed green ones. "Mom, don't talk, okay? E-everything's gonna be fine." He touches the side of her cheek as blood continues to dribble out of her mouth.

"Aiden..."

More tears stain the boy's face. He glances back to the door, hearing sirens. The sounds seem so far off. He turns his head back to his mother. The boy doesn't even feel or see the knife plunging into his chest. He looks down to see the silver blade, crimson red staining the once clean steel and the white shirt he wears. A sharp pain twists into his chest.

"M-mom...?"

"I'm so...sorry, baby..."

The light fades from his mother's eyes as the blond boy falls back. He stares at the ceiling, the sirens coming closer and growing louder in pitch. His vision becomes blurred. All he could think of was...

Why?

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Elsewhere, a man watches the current news on television. A grim look crosses his face as the female reporter speaks. "The peace in this quiet neighborhood was shattered when sirens wailed through the air," she said. "A young man and his mother were brutally attacked in broad daylight..."

The man closes his weary dark eyes before the special report continues.

"It is unknown of their conditions at this time, but we will keep you updated."

With that, he turns off the television and looks to his phone beside him. He sighs heavily then flips open the phone, dialing a number. He hears the voicemail pick up before he speaks.

"Go to Midland, Michigan, and visit the nearby hospital for someone named Bridgestone".

He hangs up, laying the phone beside him again. He couldn't leave. The search for her murderer was still on, as long as the bastard was still out there.

"You were careless, Katie..."

Note from the Author: Hope you liked the prologue. The real story starts soon...