Death On Two Legs
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caution: contains sex, drugs, rock n roll, swearing, violence, and pretty much everything I live for, if you don't want to read about these things, you probably wont like this story, too bad for you, I'm not forcing anybody to read this, constructive criticism welcome.
A/N: Death on two legs is a brilliant song by the best band on the planet, and it really fits the mood of this story, listen to it! Awesome song!
Summary: Sam and Dean go to San Francisco to investigate some mysterious deaths, blood, sweat, tears and hilarity ensue. But things aren't what they seem and the boys uncover a plan over 5000 years in the making.
Chapter one-
Sam's eye lids grew heavy as he stared into the only source of light in the hotel room-the laptop. It was past 3 A.M, Dean was fast asleep, nursing his battle wounds from the nasty poltergeist they fought earlier that day, Sam was glad that job was over, but the glutton for punishment that he was, before even recovering from the last hunt, he was looking for another.
Sam groaned and held his right arm, that damn poltergeist threw him against fucking t.v, that bitch.
He occasionally browsed on the web for jobs on paranormal websites run by idiots who can't tell a striga from a tulpa. Currently he was on Sam thought, "I've reached a whole new low."
Just then an article caught his eye "5th mysterious death in San Francisco, CA". Sam clicked on the link and read the article.
"Tobias Evans is the 5th person to mysteriously drop dead in San Francisco. Evans, 32, suspiciously died Friday, autopsy confirms that he, along with the other 4 died of seizures."
Sam read this and began to wonder what made death by seizure so suspect, until he saw the autopsy photo's the poster evidently lifted from the coroner's office.
Mr. Evans's face was contorted in fear and pain, his eyes and mouth wide open, frozen in his last moment of living. Sam found another link to the autopsy photos of the other victims, all of their faces frozen in the same manner as Tobias Evans.
Sam looked as Dean's sleeping form, then at the clock, 4:02 A.M. He decided to tell Dean about their next gig after he recovered from his hangover in the morning; Sam turned off the computer and managed to get a full 6 hours sleep before waking up.
After he woke up, he took a quick shower and printed off the articles about the deaths and the autopsy photos, man, those gave him the heebie jeebies. He still had a good half hour until Dean would wake up, so he dug a little deeper into the lives of the victims, they were all vastly different people, gender, race, job, age, and nothing matched.
Dean stirred and moaned.
"Good morning, star shine" Sam said, and smiled.
Dean scowled at him "The earth says 'hello'" he grumbled.
"Want some coffee, little one?" Sam said with a slight laugh, he liked to tease dean with the fact that he had a 4 year head start on life and Sam still grew taller.
Dean just mumbled a little and nodded.
Sam left and within ten minutes returned with one black coffee and one of what Dean called, "his pussy brew". Dean was dressed and reading the articles.
"Whoa, that is some fucked up shit." Showing Sam a picture of the late Julia Smith, pale and terrified.
Sam walked over and handed Dean his coffee "Yeah, I know, it's almost like, they were scared to death."
TBC
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