I know, I know. The last thing I should be doing at this point is beginning another fanfiction, but I couldn't help myself! Plus, I haven't written anything for this fandom yet, so I decided to try my best. Just so you know, this is takes place while Bobby is still alive and Crowley and Cass are both in the picture. I think that this next tidbit makes it a bit AU (CAUTION! POSSIBLE SPOILER), but in this fic, Sam is NOT hooked on demon blood and Meg and Ruby are both dead. But anyway, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing it! I love you all, and don't forget to R&R! -Veronique
P.S. I don't own Supernatural or its characters, for if I did we'd see much more Destiel lol XD
A girl ran through the trees, her backpack flopping against her, shotgun gripped tight in her fist as she leaped over a log. She chanced a glance behind her, only to have the fear of her persuer charge her forward. She could care less how much noise she made as she ran, her only thought being that of survival, and survival was just outside the nearing treeline. Hope propelled her forward, adrenaline causing her to surge over the last log and into an open field. She almost fell forward from the force of the leap but she got back up, gun scraping the dirt, racing for what looked to be a well lit house.
Suddenly a loud growl came from behind her and she was tackled to the ground. She yelped as she felt her persuer flip her over, gazing up at its salivating maw. Her mouth hung open, her lungs unable to take more than short pants; her gun had been tossed just out of her reach, now useless against her attacker. The beast above her growled and snapped at her neck, seeming to like the thought of terrorizing his prey before dealing the final blow. The girl closed her eyes as the beast finally lunged, letting an earsplitting screech permiate the air.
She felt the breath of the beast above her on her neck and heard the snapping of its jaws, but suddenly its weight was gone from her stomach. She took another split-second chance and opened her eyes when she heard a gunshot, only to see the beast fall dead with a yelp. She listened and closed her eyes in fright as heavy footfalls approached her. She felt herself stiffen and prepare for the worst, but suddenly she felt someone or something loom over her. She let her eyes flutter open, only to see a grizzly looking old man staring into her face.
She let loose a yelp and scrambled away, only to feel a sharp pain come from her middle. She gasped as she saw spots, standing completely still until they passed. She braved a look at her torso and saw only red. Red oozing from a huge scrape on her arm. Red flowing from a gash in her side and red staining the legs of her jeans. She then looked up at the sky, feeling some unidentifiable feeling washing over her as she fell to her knees. Looking down at her bloodied hands, she felt a sigh breeze past her lips as she pitched forward into the dust, her eyes seeing only blackness.