'Back I Black' its a sequal of 'Black And White'. It was first published back in '09 when I was a fresh faced uni student with more time then sense. Now I'm an employed (almost) grown up I thought I would update this from the beginning. So yes I've added a little more, not much, but I hope you like it, these first chapters are to set the characters.
Sadly I own nothing, still to this date, but one day... I will Muhahahahaha!
Six months ago I was left in a prison cell by Sam Winchester after his little bitch Ruby drugged me and framed me for murder, just so Sam would use his powers. These freaky, x-files style powers that rip demons from humans. I don't think I could ever forget watching Sam do that and the utter fear it installed in me. Humans just didn't do that kind of thing. For the last six months I've tracked Ruby all around America and not once have I had the chance to rip her demon ass out of the body she runs round in. But I'm not bitter. I'm pissed, but not bitter.
Two weeks ago something happened that changed my world forever. I fully changed, fangs, claws, hair and all. I changed for the full three nights and ended up killing two demons... and one human. I never meant to kill the human but they thought I was a wild animal attacking his friend. I'll never forget ripping his throat out, or the taste of his blood on my lips. It's a side of me I know I have to live with, but at the moment it isn't one I can cope with.
I was in town looking into the death's of three people in a motel. Apparently they had all had heart attack's even though they were the picture of health. Now normally I wouldn't investigate such small time things with the apocalypse coming, but a demon hunter named Bobby Singer told me it would be worth looking into. Apart from Sam no other hunters knew I was a werewolf and thankfully no one could guess. My strain of lycanthorpia meant I could call upon my werewolf side without having to get furry. It meant I could save innocent people without them looking at me in horror for what I became. I had been in town three days and figured it was either a ghost or ghost sickness. I needed to check out the death rate in the motel and it's history, but that was for another day.
I walked to my Camaro and drove down to the local bar. My baby was beat up, she really needed a new coat of pain and a look under the hood, but lately I didn't have the patience or the time to focus on her. I promised myself after the case I would take good care of her. I pulled into the parking lot and parked near some other cars. I walked into the bar and it looked like everyone was having a good time. I walked up to the bar and waited to be served. I lent against the bar watching everyone dance and have a laugh. I've forgotten what it's like to be free, damn I miss just going out and having fun. I miss those days where you went out and the only thing you worried about was which drink to have first not where the nearest exit was and how many possible bad guys there were. I sighed as the bar tender walked up to me.
"What can I get you honey?" He asked giving me a once over. Since I fully changed I noticed guys liked to have a look. Some tried to take it the extra step but they quickly changed their minds when I changed my eyes. I don't know if it had something to do with changing but I felt like a freaking playboy bunny. It was grinding on my nerves, but at least when I asked questions I got the answers I needed.
"Yeah, jack and coke please." I said with a small smile. He nodded and walked off. I watched a couple dance real close to each other. I need some fun, maybe it'll distract me from … yeah well hunting this demon hasn't cleared my soul so far.
"Here you go." The bar tender said passing me back my drink I passed him the money and sat at the end of the bar.
I had been drinking most the night and due to the amazing werewolf powers I still wasn't drunk. I was contemplating ordering a pitcher to myself when a cute guy walked over to me. He was tall, a little rough looking with light brown hair and green eyes. He had a cheeky smile and to his credit didn't look drunk.
"Hey," He said smiling as he reached me.
"Hi." I said plainly.
"My name's Dean." Dean said passing his hand to shake.
"Megan." I replied shaking his hand firmly. Dean looked at our hands and smiled. It was clear that this guy knew he was cute and knew how to work it. I had to admit he had the act down to a tee.
"You're not from round here are you?" Dean asked sitting in the seat next to me.
"How'd you guess?" I said sarcastically. Then remembered I had to play nice, pissing off the locals never went down well.
"I'm just that good." Dean laughed and I laughed a little too, either I was humouring him or the drinks were starting to kick in. "So what you doing in town?" Dean asked watching me. Even though I was sure he was as drunk or tipsy as me I noticed how his eyes checked out every inch almost memorising me and everything close to me.
"Hunting." I said under my breath and smiled. "Just looking around." I replied before taking a sip of my drink. Dean gave me a strange look and then smiled too. He moved a little closer so that no one else could hear us talking. His eyes went from my lips to my eyes and back again before he moved to my ear.
"Did you say hunting?" Dean whispered his breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine. I turned to him as he moved back and smiled. I shook my head and laughed. Crap this guys got good hearing...
"Do I look like a hunter?" I said with a laugh and stood up to leave. I knew if he herd me he'd keep asking questions and that was one thing I didn't need.
"Maybe not the normal kind of hunter!" Dean said as I started to walk away; I turned and smiled at him.
"Well maybe I'm not!" I said and left hoping that he wouldn't fallow me outside.
I didn't go to sleep because I knew that I would have the same nightmare again. It was something that had kept me away for days now. Every time I closed my eyes I would see the horrific death of the man I killed when I turned. I wasn't even sure if it happened like that. All I knew is my mind was playing this sick video over and over again, torturing myself from the inside out. I was working the case to forget but how can you really forget killing someone? I needed to work.
I took a shower and dressed as an FBI agent. I needed to get a better look at the reports of the recent murders, the case's I found all said that the previous victim's in the motel room had all had a Chinese rope burn on their left writs which made me think it was a ghost. I grabbed my fake badge and put my sunglasses on. I'd been in America over a year and I still wasn't used to the sunny days there. I walked to my car and drove to the police station. All the way there I thought about Dean and the convocation we had. The more I thought I about it with a clear head the more I thought he could be a hunter too. I decided to call Bobby and see if he knew anything.
*Ring, ring* I sat on the side of the road tapping the stirring wheel as it rang.
"Hello?" Bobby finally answered. He sounded like he had run to get the phone and I hoped I hadn't caught him at a bad time. Bobby was like an adopted father figure to me, including shouting at me when I needed it.
"Sup Bobby it's Megan." I said watching the road mindlessly.
"Megan, good to hear from you girl, did you solve the case already?" Bobby asked sounding a little surprised.
"Oh no, no it's not that. I just wondered if you knew of any other hunters in town? I'm running the old FBI gig and I don't need some douche messing it up for me." I said watching a few cars drive past me. Bobby was silent a few minutes while he thought.
"No one I know. But I'll ring a few people and find out. Why you think someone else is there?" Bobby asked interested in the answer.
"I don't know yet..." I sighed and decided to get a move on. "I'll talk later, bye Bobby!" I said and hung up. I pulled up to the station about ten minutes later and walked up to the front desk. The station was from the early nineties and it felt dated.
"Hello, I was wondering if you could help me?" I said smiling sweetly at the bit of a kid that sat behind the desk. He looked up ready to pull the 'I'm too busy card' but noticed me and checked me out. Paying particular attention to my chest. I forced myself not to whistle to get his attention back to my face.
"Sure Miss, what do you need?" He asked sitting up straight. I smiled, the change did do some good.
"I'm Special Agent Thomas with the FBI and was wondering if I could take a look at a couple of records to do with the recent murders within the local motel?" I said flashing my badge.
"You mean the deaths?" He asked looking a little confused for a second.
"Yeah. Sorry, I have a suspicious mind." I replied with a small nervous laugh. The guy laughed too and nodded.
"Sure, I'll take you to the other Special Agent looking at them." He said standing. Other Agent? Oh crap! I thought giving the kid a smile. He buzzed me through the back and I followed him to a small office in the back. He knocked softly and opened the door.
"Umm Special Agent Black, this is Special Agent Thomas with the FBI, she needs to see the records too." The kid said to Dean. He gave me a warm smile and a once over.
"Sure, I'm sure we can share." Dean replied smiling at me. The kid nodded and just walked off. I closed the door behind me and pulled me gun on Dean.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked pointing the gun at his chest. Dean threw his hands up.
"Whoa! Calm down. Put the gun down and I'll explain." Dean said softly. I raised an eyebrow.
"Do I look stupid? Please." I said cocking the gun. "Now, I know you ain't a demon, so I'll ask once more, who-the-hell-are-you?" I said slowing the last bit down. Dean lowered his hands and placed them on the file on the desk. His eyes never left mine.
"I'm a hunter, just like you I'm guessing." He said looking at me with a blank expression on his face.
"I doubt that. So why are you here?" I asked still holding my gun in place.
"This." He said tapping the folder. "The ghost in the motel."
"Are you alone?" I asked as I tried to figure out where to go from there. I was stood by the door and Dean was possibly working with a bunch of god knows what's.
"No." Dean replied plainly. I stiffened a little when he replied, if he's not working alone... where is the others? How many?
"Who's with you then?" I asked walking over to the table to grab the folder. I glanced at it and it said there were Chinese rope burns on the left wrists. I was glad that day that my best friend taught me to read upside-down.
"My brother, a demon and an angel." Dean replied grabbing my wrist and smashing the hand into the wall so I dropped the gun. I punched him with my right hand in the mouth and he took a step back. I dived for the gun but Dean pulled his own on me before I could reach it. I laid on my back on the floor looking up at him. I let out a sigh of frustration.
"Man aren't you feisty." Dean joked before pressing his free hand to his lip that I bust."You hit hard." He added shaking his head a little.
"It's a gift." I said sarcastically and smiled. Dean laughed and shook his head.
"Look, I don't want to hurt you-" Dean started to say when I cut him off.
"Drop the gun honey and we can all walk away from this." I smirked, propping myself up on my elbows.
"That's, that's pretty cute and hot." Dean smirked at me. "But something tells me I put this down and you'll bolt for the door." Dean added shaking the gun a little.
"I wont lie, I would." I admitted with a small smile. Dean shook his head.
"My friends been looking for you." Dean said softly.
"The angel or the demon?" I asked sarcastically.
"The angel. CASTIEL!" Dean shouted to the roof and waited for something to happen. I looked at him like he was crazy. "Hey, Cass come on man!" Dean said to the roof again. He sighed and gave me a nervous laugh. "This doesn't... I don't usually have this problem."
"Maybe he can't hear you." I whispered. Dean looked at me and gave a sarcastic smile. I swept my leg out and knocked him to the floor. I dived onto Dean and managed to get his gun away from him. In return he kicked me in the stomach and pushed me off him, sending me towards the door. I slid on my back and stopped when I crashed into a chair. I jumped to my feet and stop dead. There was a man stood in the room, he hadn't walked through the door and he looked tired and slightly confused. He had short dark hair and dark eyes and was in a beat up suit and trench coat. I had no weapon and the nearest was a leap away. Dean scrambled to his feet and then smiled at this guy.
"Took you long enough." Dean said walking to this guy's side and slapping him on the back. The other man barely moved.
"What do you need Dean?" The guy asked in a plain tone. I took a step to my left and looked for either gun. The guy appearing from thin air in the room sent my spidey powers into overdrive.
"This is the other hunter in town." Dean said pointing to me and I stopped in my tracks. I looked at both of them slightly confused but more scared. I found guys seem to go soft when girls looked scared. "Whoa, wait." Dean said walking up to me. "We don't want to hurt you. Castiel has been looking for you." Dean said glancing back at Castiel, the man in a trench coat.
"How... how'd he get in here?" I asked acting scared and clocking the gun about two feet away from me. I knew I could make it if I jumped, but I needed to time it right.
"He's an angel. I said he was with me." Dean said looking at Castiel. I took the advantage and rolled grabbing the gun and getting to my feet aiming it Castiel, who in tern had no expression.
"Tell me how a man can appear like that and not smell like a demon." I growled cracking my neck as I aimed between Dean and Castiel. I felt the werewolf side of me run through my veins, it was the first time since I killed the man that I let that side of me out, but if a demon was in the room I was going to need it.
"I told you he's an angel-what's happening to your eyes?" Dean asked getting ready to fight me.
"She is a werewolf Dean." Castiel said and I pointed the gun at him.
"It's not the Luna cycle." Dean protested confused. I growled. That snapped Dean's attention back to me. He looked like he was going to try and punch a person with a gun. Not the smartest move I'd seen in a hunter.
"How do you know about me?" I growled resisting the urge to lunge at him. Castiel just stood perfectly still, not even breathing as he looked straight at me. It felt like his eyes were looking into me, boring deeper under the layers of anger and rage, into my soul.
"I am an angel and you are chosen." Castiel said and the lights in the room turned off and a flash showed wings behind Castiel. I let off three shots and shook my head. This is not happening! This can not be happening!
"Stay away from me!" I shouted, realising each shot had no effect on Castiel. In the confusion of the lights Dean had grabbed his gun and had it aimed at me.
"Look I said we didn't want to hurt you," He said clocking it by my head. "But if you attack us, we will fight back. You're a freaking werewolf. Which would have been nice to know before hand Cass!" Dean said glancing at Castiel who simply shrugged.
"I can move before you even fire that." I growled, my eyes glancing at Dean as my gun still was aimed on Castiel.
"Megan, listen to me." Castiel said and I looked at him. A wave of peace hit me, it's hard to describe, but I didn't feel threatened any more. It was almost like being hypnotised. I lowered my gun and watched Castiel. "You are chosen by God to serve him in this battle. However if you continue on the path you are on now, you will die. Dean was sent to find and help you. And when the time is right, you will help defeat evil." Castiel said plainly walking towards me. He tapped me on the head with his fingertips and everything went white in a flash of warmth.