Hello people! There are some news in my dreams! I had a few ones Supernatural related or both Supernatural and Doctor Who, so... I thought that it wasn't very interesting to seperate the two, so I'm just going to change the category and put it in crossover :)
I hope that you will still like it! Writing Supernatural changes a bit the style but well! Don't hesitate to leave me feedback :)
Enjoy!
Melody - x.
Under the lake
The sun was high in the sky, turning the green wheat fields into a golden sea around the house. The said household stood right next to the empty road, lined up with trees, that crossed the fields up to the town maybe five or ten minutes away, making it less isolated than it seemed at first.
Her red hair cut to her neck danced a bit in the soft breeze that flew over the crops, making them rustle and murmur some well-kept mysteries. She walked up to the shed at the end of the backyard that had a door giving on the outside world. She had received a text asking her to go there from a well-known number.
She waited there for a few minutes, sitting on a wooden box until four knocks were heard on the metal door. She opened it, making it creak on its hinges, to reveal two tall men wearing plaid shirts with t-shirts underneath, jeans and dusty boots, the taller of them two wearing his brown hair to his neck. The green eyes of the other one sparkled as they laid upon the girl and a smirk stretched his lips.
"Hi" he said with his very deep and manly voice.
"Hi Dean." she answered with an amused smirk. That was it: Dean Winchester all over, a seductive smile on his lips and a cheesy "hi" that worthed all the techniques of seduction in the world. Him and Jack Harkness could compete at that, she thought.
"Hi Melody, nice to see you again, how are you?" asked the other one.
"Hi Sam, I'm fine thank you." she answered to the youngest - yet tallest - of the Winchester brothers. "Well, it's been a while, please come in."
The three of them headed back into the fresh shadow of the house, Melody offering them something to drink.
"Tea?"
"Oh come on! It's boiling outside!" Dean said. "You're so British."
"And you're so American, never satisfied!"
"Rectification: Scottish." he pointed out at the rude remark as she gave them fresh water.
"Where are your parents?" asked Sam.
"In town. So, what's the work?"
"We had some echoes of strange disappearances in the creek that's in the hills a few miles away from here." he explained.
"We thought we could stop by. You have quite a library up here." Dean said. Noticing something on his brother's face he asked with an annoyed look: "What?"
"Nothing." he answered hiding a smile. "Right, hum I'm gonna go in the library and try to find some info about this thing."
"Shout if you find something." Dean said.
As his brother left the room, his gaze travelled back to the girl.
"So hum… How're you doin'?"
"Good." she smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. She enjoyed seeing him being slightly awkward in front of her but trying to look cool. Especially when he felt uncomfortable because he felt guilty. "And you?"
"Well I'm er…" he started, slowly walking around the kitchen counter to her. "Good too." He paused under the burn of her green eyes. He added: "You look good."
"You look awful." she automatically answered.
"That's because I take all the damage while you sit there."
"Only because you want to."
"Because you leave me no choice" he said smirking, stepping closer and closer to her.
"You always have a choice." she retorted with a smile.
"Not with you."
"I can fight."
"You're too precious."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
Checkmate.
He smiled as he enjoyed the taste of his victory that were her lips, claiming the whole loot with his hands. And she was certainly not one to refuse.
Sam frowned as he turned a page of an old book. He quickly skimmed through his father's journal and finally found something that fit the jigsaw puzzle.
"Uh." he chuckled. "Gotcha."
He got up and, taking the journal, went out of the library to go back in the kitchen for Dean and Melody. He only found the two glasses of water on the counter. He looked through the window, checking outside, in the living room but they were not there.
"Dean? Melody?" he called, going to the first floor and opening doors. "WOW!" he shouted.
Confused screams suddenly echoed in the house from everyone.
"Damn Sam!" Dean shouted as he sat in the sheets, half - or completely - naked, hiding with his body the girl behind him that was covering up, her cheeks as red as her hair.
"Oh no, Dean!" his brother exclaimed, embarrassed, hiding his eyes behind his hand.
"Man! Get out, you assbutt!"
"Sorry, sorry, but we have to go." Sam said, holding up the journal, his eyes still hidden. "I've found what it is, and it's the holiday period, there'll be ton of kids there, we have to go now."
As he was talking, both Dean and Melody had put back on some of their clothes, at least enough to be decent. He took the journal from his younger brother's hands and opened it.
That gesture being enough of an ok signal for Sam, he uncovered his eyes and showed a shirtless Dean the right page as the girl was putting on a pair of denim shorts and a red plaid shirt over her black top.
"Morag, Nessie's cousin, lake monsters, we're not in Scotland Sam, you know that, right?"
Sam's eyes went from Melody to Dean back and forth, debating on whether or not he should say this gross pun he had in mind, but considering his brother was already pissed off, he chose not to.
"Well yeah I know, it's not Morag itself, but a Morag. It seems to be dragging its victims to the depths of the lake and the people we've talken to in town said they've seen three humps of brown scaled skin coming out of the water."
"Maybe they're just lumps of woods and it's something else."
"You wanna take the risk?"
For a moment, Dean hesitated looking at his brother in the eye. Sam knew what Dean was thinking, but people were in danger and it was their job to protect them. His big bro threw a look over his shoulder at Melody standing behind him, listening quietly to the conversation.
Seeing the boys' looks on her, she sighed. She was not a weak link, she could fight too, for goodness' sake! Why the hell they always seemed so conscious about her?
"Pack your guns boys, no time to lose." she said as she left the room, making a smile draw on the Winchesters' lips.
The Impala's engine was whirring as they drove across the fields towards the hills up north of the area.
The golden crops slowly started to become green ferns, and the flat plains to become more valleyed as they came closer to the location.
They parked the Impala at the entry of the creek where quite a number of cars were already parked and they packed some guns and ammo to fight the monster. They had a bit of a consciousness case on this hunt: the Morag was just a beast, an animal, and like an animal it only wanted to feed before hibernating for a decade or two. It meant no evil but they couldn't let him live and kill humans.
They walked through the colourful and humid vegetation, admiring the contrast between the dense forest, almost tropical and the hot lands only a few miles away. They followed a path along a clear stream until they reached a creek: a blue lake in a crook made by the green hills, like a sapphire held in a crown of emeralds. On this side, there were only rocks, but on the other side there was a shore of sand that allowed people to go swim in the lake, a wooden bridge joining the two sides following the walls of rock on the right.
They stepped on the wet wooden planks and started to walk toward the other side. The water seemed calm, only wrinkled by people having fun. But something caught Sam's eye: a shadow under the water that was heading toward the beach, toward someone that went too far in the lake. Without a moment of hesitation, he took a shotgun and shot the shadow, knowing full well it was the Morag. Though they all doubted it had a real effect with just one bullet - especially under water - it was at least enough to draw its attention and warn the people that something was going on.
As expected, the quite big creature was now heading toward the three hunters and was damn angry at them. It hit the pillars supporting the bridge, making a part fall in the water.
"Damn, this motherfucker knows where to hit!" Dean said as the three of them had fallen in the water.
They tried to get back on the bridge to be in a better position and less vulnerable, but as Dean and Sam had reached the planks, they realised the red-haired girl was not with them.
"Melody!" called Sam.
Dean did not wait and jumped back in the water to go and find her.
The more she drowned, the darker and colder the water was becoming. She could hardly see her feet, but still she could discern a huge claw, similar to a dragon's, holding her right ankle. When the Morag had caught her, it had scratched her legs, tracing red lines on her skin.
Well, that might hurt, but at least it did not ruin another pair of jeans, she thought, but damn that hurt! And the deeper she went, the more pressure the water was putting on her ears and head. And she was starting to lack air, her head starting to spin and her sight to shroud - or was that the depths of the lake?
She entered a second state, she had no guns on her so she could not shoot it. She had hoped that by playing dead it would allow her, for one to save oxygen, and to deceive the monster that maybe liked to play with its food before eating it.
Suddenly, as she was losing grasp on consciousness, her spine started to burn, then her eyes, followed by her hands. A thud, like a detonation muffled by the water, echoed as a golden wave of energy emanated from her body, hitting the Morag. Whatever it did, it had some effect on it, stunning it, making its hold on her loosen.
Seconds after, a few other muffled detonations broke the silent depths, forcing the creature to let go of her who was now barely conscious.
An arm slipped around her waist, dragging her up to the surface before laying her down on the unbroken part of the bridge. Dean rolled her on her side and patted her back a moment to help her getting the water out of her lungs while Sam was loading a rifle with a much bigger amo.
"300 Nosler accubond?" he asked his brother for advice.
"Winchester Magnum?"
"Yeah."
Dean looked at the girl's legs before saying:
"Make that motherfucker bleed its ass off."
As the Morag reached out again to the surface for another round, Sam fired, shot after shot without giving the creature any second to hit back.
"Dean!" he called.
His big brother grabbed another gun and fired too. That was the thing with this sort of creature: there was no magic trick, no incantation, no rock salt or iron rings to win the battle, you just had to shoot over and over again until it was dead.
In a last attempt to survive, a long, scaled and pointy tail rose out of the water and hit the Winchesters, sending them back in the water, and at this moment, even severely wounded, the creature could still take them as a lunch and probably survive.
As it was getting nearer to the boys, another golden wave of energy hit it, stronger that the previous one, draining its last lifeforce. After it let out a few bubbles, it sank, motionless, back into the depths of the lake, dead.
Sam and Dean, a few scratches here and there on their arms or cheeks, climbed back on the bridge to find Melody panting and trembling, her hand still stretched toward the water as she was sitting on the planks, somehow absent. They knelt next to her:
"Hey, it's over Melody, it's dead, we did it." Sam said.
"Melody." called Dean. She slowly turned her gaze toward him and he asked: "Are you okay?"
She nodded and seconds after she fainted, diving into a complete and regenerative blackout.
Hope you guys liked it! that was my first Supernatural writing!