(A/N) Hey guys! Nexus, blathering on before the start of a fic, as usual. I finished season nine the other day, and needless to say I am quite "feely" right now. Since I am a hardcore Destiel shipper, and I want more SPN, I have decided to try my hand at writing a fic for it. This is the very first SPN fic that I have ever written, so I would take any and all available feedback, good or bad as long as it is constructive :3 Thanks for letting me drabble for a minute. Anyway, this fic will be some major Destiel (obviously), a decent amount of humor and a hella amount of drama. I have talked for far too long. Let's get this shitstorm going!
Trench Coats and Classic Cars: A Destiel Fic
Chapter 1: I Look NOTHING Like A Moose
"Seriously, though, I don't see it. Granted, I'm tall, but lots of people are tall! What make me a freaking moose?" Sam Winchester sighed, running his hands through his mane of brown hair as he leaned up against his brother's black Impala. Catching his reflection in the car's right side mirror, he brushed his long bangs out of his eyes. "Maybe it's the hair.."
"C'mon, Sammy," a guttural baritone rumbled from under the open hood of the car. "You and I both know that you can't take Crowley seriously. He just says the crap that he does the mess with our heads." Seemingly satisfied with his work, Dean slammed the hood of the Impala and regarded his brother with a slight smile of his lightly-stubbled face. "Although, now that you mention it, there is a certain resemblance... I think it's the sideburns." Sam got a miffed look on his face as the teasing insult processed, which only amused his older brother. Dean smirked for a moment, then was forced to duck as his brother threw an oily cloth at his head. "Shut up, Dean," Sam groaned halfheartedly, holding his forehead in his hands.
Dean's expression instantly changed from teasing to concerned as he walked around the car to his brother's side. "Hey, you okay, man? That rugaru got you pretty good back there." Their previous mission had, indeed, been a relative challenge for the two brothers. The Alpha rugaru had apparently escaped Crowley's prison before it's obliteration and was making trouble in Kansas City; it had opened a diner and put it's blood in the ground hamburger meat in an effort to transfer the rugaru gene. Luckily for the residents of Kansas City, Crowley had found out about it's scheme and alerted the Winchesters, who had managed to kill the Alpha and burn the rest of the newly-made monsters. Unfortunately, during the fight, a lucky rugaru managed to jump Sam and made him lose his balance, causing him to crack his head against a table. Dean and Crowley had been there to ensure the offending monster was incinerated, but it still gave Sam a killer migraine.
Sam straightened up, squinting and waving his concerned brother off. "Nah, man, I'm ok, just a headache. Seriously, I'm fine!" Sam gave his protective older brother a nod and reassuring smile before collapsing, almost hitting the floor before being caught by Dean. The last thing he sees before passing out is his brother's concerned face.
"Help me, Sam Winchester." The words seem to resonate slightly in Sam's head, like a cracked bell in a cave. Groaning slightly, Sam opened his eyes to find that he was floating in a vast black expanse, empty of all detail except the silver dots that dot it like fireflies. It was cold in the expanse, but not unbearably so, just enough to make Sam slightly uncomfortable. Sam looked down at his body and was shocked to find that it was opaque, almost like a hologram. Looking around again, Sam summoned up his courage and shouted into the darkness.
"Where am I, why have you brought me here?!" At first, it seemed like nothing had heard or cared about what Sam had yelled, but after a moment Sam developed a strange sensation, almost like he was being watched. Moistening his lips, he tried again. "Who are you, what do you want?" At this the silver fireflies started to move, slowly at first but gradually speeding up until they were a bright metallic whirl, shining bright enough to make Sam cover his eyes. When the light had died down a bit, Sam slowly opened his eyes to find a floating silver head. The face looked like it belonged to a young teenager, maybe a fourteen or fifteen year old. Sam felt like he should recognize the face before him, and was racking his brains for any recollection of it when it spoke, it's voice echoing throughout the expanse.
"Help me, Sam. I don't have much time, and you are the only one I can trust. I need you and Dean to rescue me, before it's too late. Please, help me!" The head began to break up like a sand castle being reached by the tide, turning back into the silver fireflies. Normally, Sam would be incredibly suspicious of any experience like this, but he felt some type of connection to the dissolving figure in front of him, like he knew that he could trust it. "Wait! Don't go yet! Who are you, how can I help you? What am I supposed to do?!" The head has mostly gone by now, leaving only the face behind in the swirling vortex of fireflies. "Help me, Sam Winchester. You are my last chance. Ask Crowley for his help, the Cambion-" the head was suddenly gone, leaving behind only the silver fireflies. Desperate for answers, Sam reached out and tried to catch one, but the moment his hand touched it, it began to hum loudly, starting as a low throb but quickly reaching subsonic pitches. He felt like the noise itself would be enough to split his very skull open, ringing in his ears like the voices of one thousand angels. The unbearable symphony grew to a fever pitch and reality seemed to splinter; with a flash of light it was gone.
Ok, that is the first chapter out of the way! Needless to say I have set myself up for at least a halfway interesting story; what I want is your feedback. So, to hopefully stimulate your review submission, I am gonna make you guys a promise. I will update every week on Sunday, but for every review I recieve (good or bad) I will knock a day off of the current time limit I have to post the next chapter. You guys get more story, I get more feedback, everybody wins! So please, I beg of you, R&R!
~Nexus