Authors Note: Okay, this is my first fan-fiction so the name sucks a bit, it will probably be changed later if a bout of creativeness comes about me one day. Also since this is my first fan fiction keep in mind that its my first so don't expect it to be to extremely high quality, that is if fan fictions can even be high quality... Also in this story there will be a few gay characters, possible lesbian characters, probably even main characters. I don't know yet. So if you don't like that kind of shit i advise you just not to read it. Any criticism is welcomed, i always want to improve. So yeah, i hope you like it, feel free to leave comments or whatever people do after reading... END NOTE.
Parties suck, there is no other way to explain how much parties suck besides stating, parties suck. Anyone who has ever had any type of social anxiety knows exactly what I'm talking about; even people who have any wariness of all the diseases spread at such a party know what I'm talking about to an extent also. That in of itself is just two of the many, many reasons that parties should be avoided like the plague. Seriously just stay the hell away from these kinds of parties and never get involved in them; it can only lead to bad things, like getting possessed by a demon. You heard me, children, don't ever go to a party because you will be possessed and you will die. You have been warned.
Jimmy Perez would definitely vouch and say all the things that have already been said about parties like this, college parties to be more specific. They were the bane of his existence and he had hoped to never, ever go to another one again in his life. So why was he walking through the front door of sigma whatever frat house on a Saturday night at 10pm? He wasn't being forced, no way could anyone on earth force him to do this, why was definitely the million dollar question.
The answer is a girl. It really is funny how everything is always a girls fault. It doesn't matter if you are gay, strait, male or female. No matter what you do a girl somehow someway is always connected, those who deny it are liars who are supporting their own agenda.
This particular girl was a hell spawn, a real bitch if you asked Jimmy. She had framed him for countless things that he didn't do. Oh, you think the hell spawn thing was a figure of speech? It wasn't, she is literally a hell spawn, demon if you prefer. So to be fully literal here, she wasn't really a she, but a she was slightly connected. The demon we are talking about possessed a she.
In the situation at hand she was a 23 year old peppy looking red head named Tina Levinski. You see Tina thought it would be awesome to pull out an Ouija board at a party three six months ago and scare a few of the freshmen for the fun of it. And thus, she let a demon know who she was specifically without wearing an anti-possession symbol. Because of Tina's newly found hunger for cutting people up and leaving a trail of bodies, Jimmy Perez had gotten the case handed to him. Now four months late, and three states saying Jimmy was crazy nut-ball who had a thing for slicing up blonds, you could say Jimmy was a bit upset. Being on a rapid climb to the top of the FBI's most wanted list can end up doing that to you.
Even though Jimmy was a fairly new hunter compared to a lot of guys out there he wasn't stupid enough to ever use his real name while doing a job. So Jason Marlow had a lot to explain for as to why he would kill so many people. There was still a problem though, Jason had the same face and finger prints as Jimmy, so that kind of sucked.
Jimmy liked to think he was in some sort of competition with the Winchesters when he got particularly depressed. He wasn't entirely sure what their real story was, but he knew they were hunters and he had seen them on the news a few years back, they were wanted for a lot of things so Jimmy would be sure to do his best to catch up. That is, he would if it was actually a game and not his fucking life he was messing up.
Everything Jimmy heard about the Winchesters didn't actually seem a hundred percent believable. Let's just name a few accounts, one said Dean and his brother had a thing together… It's possible but that's just sick, I mean they're brothers, if that isn't true whoever started that rumor is one fucked up little prick. Here's where it gets weirder though, people were talking a while back about dean Winchester and how he sold his soul for his brother to bring him back to life. Sure, that's possible and even likely; the Winchesters belonged to a long line of very loyal people. The weird part is four months after he died, Winchester came back into the scene and Sam Winchester was still alive and kicking. What the hell pulled him out of hell (yes, pun was intended)? Some say some big bad down in hell pulled him out and now Dean was its little bitch. In all seriousness though would Dean ever be someone's bitch? It's not that likely. So what pulled him out? Jimmy had no clue, sure he was curious but he had his own shit to deal. He couldn't afford to waste his time on hunters' gossip. Gossip that more times than not turned out to be just that, gossip. Long story short he could live without knowing.
All in all Jimmy didn't know what to believe about the Winchester family, there was just to much out there to pick out the truth, like all the lore on Angels, there was an abundance of information on them across all religions, but to successfully pick out what is real? That's a whole life time's work right there on just one supernatural creature.
Jimmy wasn't very good with people, he had a character trait to say sarcastic things in bad situations but that did not mean he was a confident person around others of the same species as himself. He was awkward and often had anxiety problems. He had these moments that you couldn't exactly classify as panic attacks, but they were still moments. When he was talking to new people (when he wasn't in the hunting zone, hunting seemed to calm him for some reason, so there was no jittery Fake FBI agent thing going on) his hand would start shaking kind of. Sure if he concentrated he could stop it but then he just became even more nervous. You could say it was a nervous tick of sorts. So there Jimmy would be talking smack on the outside, hand tapping/shaking against his leg, and panicking internally when confronted with actual people. The only sign of him actually being socially inept was the hand thing. When he was a teenager he would go into his room for hours after having a slight encounter with another person he wasn't close to and pace around his room muttering to himself about how stupid he was for acting this way and pacing around.
Things were better now, just not fixed. Jimmy learned to bury things deeper. A little hole overflows and there is a little mess to fix, but when I bigger deeper hole eventually spills over how do you even attempt to start cleaning up something like that?
So back at the party Jimmy was looking for his hell spawn. It really wasn't all that all hard, which should have been a tip off something bad was going to happen at some point during the night. You see if God himself had renamed Jimmy like he did Saul/Paul from the bible, Jimmy's new would be Murphy. Anything that can happen will happen. In Jimmy's case and bad shit that could happen would happen, especially if everything was going relatively smoothly at the time.
Jimmy knew this chick (demon), was a fucking weirdo. Most demons in general used regular old people blood to make their "phone calls" from a bowl, right? Well this chick would get a cat, brutally torture it, then get another person, cut them up slowly and mix both of the victim's blood together. There was no reason, none at all. But apparently it was now Jason Marlow's calling card so to speak.
Jimmy had gotten his contact to look it up, see if the mixing of the blood actually meant anything. It didn't, and if Perry couldn't find anything on it, it likely didn't exist. Perry's a twenty something self-proclaimed lore and computer specialist. He didn't have a degree (one doesn't exist for that combination really) but in the hunting community a degree doesn't mean anything. You get to prove yourself with what you can do and what you can get done. Perry had done just that.
Jimmy met Perry five years ago when the kid was only 15 (Jimmy had been 24), young himself but still old enough and smart enough to be skeptical of a kid who claimed he knew all about the supernatural and could help him with anything that he threw at him. So being new to the scene and not exactly being in the "in" crowd of knowing who is who, Jimmy gave him a chance. It turned out like Jimmy's mothers famous cherry pie came out. Awesomely and outdoing everything and anyone trying to even compare to it.
Perry was one interesting dude, when he was eight years old his friends' parents had died in suspiciously in the middle of the night. Being the nosy little shit that Perry is he couldn't just let it go, he had to know what actually happened and he wouldn't stop until he did. That's what separates hunters from civilians, the need to know and not being satisfied with just taking whatever other people like the cops give you as the truth, actually listening to that little voice in the back of your head saying, you know that something isn't right find out what it is. Most people choose door number one and accept what they are told, some choose door number two and make up something crazy like aliens without having any solid facts behind it. Then a very few go searching for that elusive third door. The door that the world tries to hide from us, the door that has the truth behind it, the door that you need to remember even though it holds the truth, sometimes the truth can be deceiving.
We're getting off topic again though. So Jimmy, way easier than he expected sent the evil bitch back hell. Sure he didn't do it without being thrown at the wall a half dozen times with that things mind, but that's beside the point. He didn't attract unwanted attention from the other party goers because the music was way too loud, and the possessed girl was still breathing after the demon was expelled from her body. He'd say it was his lucky day. Too bad that thought actually went through his mind though. It's like the equivalent of saying; well things can't get any worse from here now can they?
So going to dispose of the cat blood that was mixed with human blood that came from God knows where, the cops showed up. Well he shouldn't say cops because there were only two of them. But being the freaked out college students that they were, everyone bolted. Okay he could deal with cops, he didn't even look like the him that was in the picture on the news at the moment, and he could just lose them in the crowd. Right? Wrong, so very fucking wrong.
You see these cops were named Detectives Hetfield and Bonham. This means they weren't just ordinary cops. Anyone who got past the irony of the names and had a healthy level of suspicion that was carried around with them was a bit wary. Drunken college students though knew no difference and scattered. Jimmy on the other hand internally freaked out. Being on the news meant that certain people looked for you and not just cops. Certain people in the community that couldn't quite qualify as hunters liked to spread bullshit rumors about other hunters who sometimes got themselves on the news. Like oh yea Jimmy here got himself possessed nothing I could do about it, tried to kill me, blah blah blah. Sometimes the false stories caught. It just depended on if the story teller was known yet for his tall tales yet or not.
Needless to say Jimmy climbed out of a bathroom window.
Remember when I said Jimmy's God given name was Murphy? Yeah? Don't forget that anytime soon. He had ended up in a back ally in his great escape from the college frat house, when he was hit, full force over the head with a metal pipe from behind. I suppose you couldn't say he was completely unlucky in this situation, I mean he didn't get permanent brain damage from the impact now did he?