A/N: So, I was lying in bed, thinking excitedly of September seventh because that's when asexual supernatural week starts, when a lil idea popped into my head. 'Jaq,' it said, 'can you write a fanfiction that is actually scary?' I, of course, being the person I am, accepted this challenge and began to write immediately. So, here goes nothing. Enjoy!
-Jaq
"Sam, ohmygod, Sam!"
Sam immediately stood up, concern written all over his face. "Amelia. What's wrong?"
Instead of answering, Amelia pulled out the morning newspaper. The headline read 'Unknown Serial Killer Murders Three, Suspected of Abducting a Fourth' in bold, tall lettering. Sam took the paper, his forehead creasing.
The people found were all women in their late twenties, all mutilated, all...very much dead. Thoughts bombarded Sam's head, but he shoved them aside. Not now. Not when he was recovering. After Dean...no, don't even think about it.
It's not that kind of thing, he thought. Not that kind of thing. Just the work of a completely natural, human serial killer.
He took a deep breath. "Well, we'll lock the windows tonight. Don't worry. I'm sure we'll be okay." And, he added silently, if we aren't? I'll make him regret ever being born.
Amelia nodded, but she still looked fearful. After watching Sharknado, eating some microwave lasagna, and having a glass of wine, however, both of them were completely unconcerned.
After that, the two of them settled into a relaxing evening of reading and working on medical papers.
At eleven thirty, they both were yawning. "I'm going to go get ready for bed, okay?" Sam said, standing up and stretching.
"Yeah, me too. G'night, Riot. Keep watch and chase away any serial killers, got it?" Amelia smiled, patting the dog on the head.
Riot licked her hand affirmatively, and she laughed. "Alright, you silly boy. And you, too," she added, looking over at Sam. "I have to keep my silly boys in line."
Sam smiled, genuinely. He didn't do that much. Especially not since...Dean.
But Amelia had freed him. She was easy to talk to, fun to be around, and didn't ask prying questions about his past.
As he turned the light off, Sam heard the quiet patter of Riot's nails as the dog trotted into the room. Sam smiled again. He really had grown to love that dog.
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Suddenly, Sam woke up. He thought he had heard something, but the house was completely quiet. Crickets chirped softly outside, and the refrigerator hummed, but other than that, nothing. Sam let his hand slide over the edge of the bed, comforted by the feel of a warm, wet tongue licking his hand. Riot would protect them. He turned his head. Best not to wake Amelia.
Slowly, Sam drifted off, petting the soft hair and letting the warm tongue lull him to sleep.
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When Sam woke up, he looked around. The house was too quiet. Turning to his girlfriend, he went to wake Amelia up. She didn't move.
Probably because her throat was slit into a wide, red smile. Sam gasped, his tiredness gone. He leapt out of bed, grabbing the gun he kept hidden in his nightstand.
Heart pumping, he entered the bathroom.
The sight that greeted him was sickening. There lay Riot's mangled corpse, his blood pooled on the white linoleum. And written in it, on the wall, were five words.
Humans can lick people, too.
A/N 2: I hope that was scary. Even a little. In general, I'm not good at writing scary stories, sorry. I know that everyone's heard that old camp story, but...I put my own twist on it. I tried. If you liked, please leave a review? Pretty please with a cherry pie on the side? Thanks for reading. Have a nice day! Or night. Idc.
-Jaq