Finally marching into the Supernatural Fandom and I cannot say I am disappointed. I adore this Fandom absolutely. Now because I am starting this, does not mean that those reading my Danny Phantom/Percy Jackson crossover will not be getting updates. I will in fact be updating within the next two weeks.
Special thanks to Hillywood and their Supernatural Parody. Without it, I would have never gotten into this fandom.
Word Count: 1,821
Genre: Supernatural; Hurt/Comfort
Song of choice to listen to: Icarus/Things We Lost to the Flames - Bastille
Dover, New Hampshire is right smack dab in the middle of everything, driving distance to mountains, the oceans, and the lakes; completely surrounded by trees and well worth the drive to. Cute as a button, that town, perfect for a normal apple pie family and their outrageously large brood.
Seven children. The townsfolk would whisper, clamoring about to take a look at the odd oversized clan. The head of the family, Mister Larry Bell, and his darling wife Jasmine Bell keep to themselves and are good church going folks. The eldest son married off seven years ago and runs a lovely little art shop with his wife Clara. Jed, the second son, flew the coop and vanished somewhere down South and appears every fortyear for some family reunion or other. Markus, the third child with the red scruffy beard and the beauteous Latina wife, ran down to Portsmouth and visits on the weekends. Fourth son, Ezekiel, runs a repair shop with his brother-in-law Roger and Roger's wife Leah runs the front desk of their car workshop. Both Roger and Leah stuck around Dover and even increased the Bell clan with the addition of redhead twins with mismatching green and blue eyes named Ivan and Isaac. The youngest daughter, Susanna stuck around the shop and learned mechanics and all about cars from Ezekiel and Roger. Her baby brother Jon ran wild, dashing through the streets like a beanpole with a baby face.
Susanna turns her head and pretends not to hear the words that come from the people around her as she walks the street with her heavy boots on and her leather jacket from Jed hanging on her shoulders. Shrugging it all the way on, her long dark hair flung strands into her face and she scowls. Using her thumb, she loops the hair back behind her left ear and continues forward to the library where her little brother would probably have been. Even if he wasn't…
Her pink lips etch into a smirk as she bounds up the stone steps into the library where her brother would be. She opens the door and slips in as sly as cat and jumps up more stairs to find her brother. The aging librarian gives her a roll of the eye and doesn't stop the exasperated smile from reaching her face as Susanna notices her at the desk.
"Susanna Bell, looking for auto mechanic books today or your brother?" The twang in the librarian's voice doesn't go unnoticed and Susanna mentally picks it apart, attempting for the umpteenth to figure out where that accent is from.
With an ever present sass, Susanna raises a thick eyebrow. "You mean you're not a mind reader?"
"He's upstairs in the teen loft area, in fact he hasn't come down since he got here around eleven-thirty this morning." Rosemarie gestures towards the open doorway at the other side of the room.
"Thanks, 'Marie. You're a doll." She winks one of her sky blue eyes and dashes forward as if she is twelve and not nineteen.
The young woman crosses the threshold only to land on her bum. She rubs her sore bottom and glares up at the Sasquatch in her way. "Seriously, man? You couldn't have watched where you were going?"
From one abnormal person to an abnormally tall man, he chuckles while she scowls. Realizing the situation, he clears his throat and gives her a hand up. Frowning at it, she hesitates to place her pale hand in his mammoth, sandy tan one.
"Sorry about that," Giant man awkwardly states, "Usually, I'm better at that."
Susanna flushes, anxiety bubbling in her chest. "Uh – yeah- okay, well make sure it doesn't happen next time, Sasquatch?" She swallows and passes by the unusually tall man and jumps up the stairs.
The moment Susanna's boot touched down on the floor of the loft, she saw her brother on a couch surrounded by books. His gray eyes quickly buzzing through all the information faster than a bullet through the air. He sits cross leg on the couch and bites down on his bottom lip, trying to absorb all the knowledge held captive in the books.
"You read any harder, Jon?" She plops down beside him with a smile dancing on her face.
Jolting upwards, she can see his thin baby-round face facing her with a confused look on his face. A split second later recognition lights in his eyes. "Oh, did I read too long again?" His teenage voice cracks just a bit.
"Eh," She waves it off, "Don't worry about it. Just worry about coming home in time for dinner."
"Who's at home for dinner?"
"Well, there's Dad," She counts off with her stubby fingers, "Mom, Zeke, Roger, Leah, and the twins, plus us. So not too many." Susanna smiles.
Jon rolls his shoulders and clenches his small eyes for just a moment. Chuckling at her baby brother, Susanna pats his shoulder and grabs a couple books. "You doing research again?" When he nods, she hums. "What on?"
"Avoiding taxes."
"Ha ha, you don't even do taxes, Jon. You're not even old enough yet. Now someone like me would have to do 'em. In fact I have done 'em. They take forever and a day."
"Oh ha ha." He rolls his now opened eyes and picks up some other books. "So it's not tax avoidance. But, it's a project of mine, and I am not telling you."
She chuckles. "Whatever you say, Stringbean."
The nickname isn't horribly inaccurate for her brother. The kid was sixteen and six foot even, barely making it to one-fifteen pounds. Susanna admits to herself often how there is no feasible way Jon should be that skinny eating all the junk he does, but he is. Her brother is paler than her, ghostly even, from the lack of sunlight he gets. All length, no width.
They check the books out of the library and march down the stairs, briefly passing the Sasquatch that Susanna had run into before. His hazel eyes found her blue and she feels the blood pool in her cheeks. The dude with longer hair kept his eyes trained on her as she left the library.
Susanna shudders, feeling the creepy crawlies slithering up her spinal cord.
Once out of the library, Jon slides his backpack off his back and sets it on the stone half wall along the walkway. Piling in the books, Susanna gives him his other ones and the siblings set off for the sidewalk and begin to walk home.
Boring.
Uneventful.
Mundane.
Susanna feels the urge to yawn as she trudges towards her house on Belknap street. They find themselves in front of a white porch of a blue Victorian two-story house that housed the Bell family.
She steps up the white creaky boards and dashes through the screen and main door into the hallway. "Mom! We're home!"
"Hey, Susanna!" Her face split into a giant grin as she tackles her brother.
"Jed! Now freaking way!" She lets go of him and brushes the flying strands out of her face. "When did you get here? H-how did you get here? Man, I haven't see you in forever!" Susanna let loose a squeal.
Her tallest brother, though not matching that Sasquatch's height, stands neatly at six-three, though he claims an inch less. Jed smiles sweetly and chuckles, moving to hug Jon next. The siblings huddle close together and make it just in time for the large family dinner Mom prepared prior to their arrival.
Seated around the table, the entire family bow their heads and pray the family prayer. Looking upwards at one another, they all begin clamoring around and laughter fills the air. Jed recounts the story of how he managed to make it for the weekend. Dad and Mom hold hands, over twenty-ones drink their beverage of choice while Susanna, Jon and the nephews drink water and/or milk (in the nephew's case).
Gnawing down a piece of chicken, Susanna turns to Roger and poses a question. "What was that car that you recently looked at, down at the shop?"
"Oh that?" Her muscle-bound brother-in-law rubs his open palm against his five-o-clock-shadow. "Some tall guy brought in a beaut. A '67 Chevy Impala. Man, they don't make cars like that anymore, can't find anything similar anywhere."
"What's the damage?"
He picks up his fork and pokes the mashed potatoes with it. "Engine's finicky. It'll need a new set of brakes and possibly a new carburetor. Looks pricey, especially for that year. Finding something that will go with that system is gonna be rough."
"Craigslist-it then." She shrugs and adds a little more gravy to her own potatoes.
Jed stops eating and clinks the silverware to the plate. Something feels cold. Susanna clutches the leather jacket tighter around her. His eyes – they look…
"Jed?" Susanna's mind flashes back to her nightmares. Her breath catches.
Black, soulless.
Death.
She gulps down and shouts at her family, "Run! N-"
Jed's hand shoots out at her and she gags, choking on a metallic taste – copper – blood. She collapses on the floor, wheezing. Her black-eyed brother cackles, surging out of view and the screams of her family fill her ears, imprinting itself onto her brain.
She grabs a napkin shakily, and shoves it against the bloody hole. Crawling along the floor, she gets up and stumbles about. The monster drops Jed like yesterday's fashions and thunders throughout the entire house. Screams upon bloody terror, she jumps out of her skin, tripping over a body.
Ivan.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Shrieking, Susanna felt the clothe pinch around her throat and she presses her hand against it. Thud.
Pain!
She panicks and dashes, forgetting about her punctured throat and trips about. Fire hungers after her and the black-eyed evil laughs – oh how it howled in laughter – as it claws after her.
Her heart drops and smoke pierces her lungs and pricks her eyes. Wheezing, she screams for help. Susanna stumbles about, leaning against the walls. Her voice raw and torn, her breathing haggard, and her eyes red from smoke and tears. She gives one more cry as she clambers for the door, trying to run, avoid the monster that claws at her very existence.
A hand reaches out and yanks her away. She's given something. Draped over her shoulders is a blanket, a yellow blanket and tears prick her eyes. Susanna's head swims and she recognizes the world around her. Jumping up, she breaks for the flame-licked house. Something clutches around her middle and she yelps, screeches louder than a banshee.
"No!" Susanna screeches, writhing against the arms that keep her pinned down. "No! My family!"
"Please, you have to stay here! There's nothing you can do." His voice, harsh and deep from emotion, shifted into compassion and calmness.
Numbness floods her vision, painting her world blacker than the night. Susanna collapses in the stranger's arms.
I hope you enjoy this installment. Hopefully, you'll find the next update arriving in two -three weeks with a longer chapter.
This type of writing is incredibly different comparatively with my normal everyday writing. I have never written anything in Suspense or Supernatural genres before. As it is also my first time writing in the Supernatural fandom, I am hoping to have gotten the voices correctly. You'll see more of the main gang soon enough, and hopefully in character.
Thank you for reading! Please R&R.