~~Im aware that this is a shorrrrttt chapter, but no worrries they'll become longer. This is sort of song-fic per se. I got the idea for the title from a Nickleback song. It's called I'd Come For You. [[Duhh. :D]] Feel free to state your opinion to your hearts content. Uhmm. If you have any questions post them in the reviews or just message me, i'd be happy to answer any. Im also kinda looking for a beta. If you are interested again put it in the reviews or message me. ~~
A car screeched into the parking lot and an 13 year old little girl went tumbling out of it. She faced the car fury crossing her features for a long moment. "Get out`a here!" She snapped, her coverse clad feet kicking at the door, her words loud and fierce as she yelled at whomever threw her from the passenger side of the car. The car drove off, the tires screeching and throwing dust into the young girls youngs girls name was Alana. She coughed and ducked away. Her bottom lip quivered for a moment but only a moment before she caught hold of her composure once more.
"Where in the hell am I...?" Alana whispered to herself slowly rising to her feet. She slipped her hand underneath the back of her sweatshirt, her small fingers enclosing a gun in her grasp. Alana pulled the gun from where it rested and held it attentively at her side.
"Hello!" She called. "An`body there?" Alana clicked the safety of the gun off and slowly made her way down a lonesome street. She heard a twig snap and she turned on her heels, something was creeping around in the dark and it had the drop on her. Without thinking Alana back-peddled a few feet then began to run. She fled down one of the main streets, she saw shops, the rain stung her skin as it fell from the sky. She passed a sign as she ran faster. It said 'Singer's Salvage Yard.' She took a breath and continued running whatever was after her followed. She darted through the piles of cars her small body sliding over the hood of a beat-up old mustang. She ran further, there was a light on in the house and she shot at whatever was behind her. A large black wolf, its fur mangled and dirty, lunged at her. It was then she realized what was happening. "My ten years arent up!" Alana screamed kicking at the beast. Hell Hound. She screamed again as it large claws dug into her newly feminine chest. Blood pooled along the rips of her shirt sitting over the wounds and Alana screamed louder.
Meanwhile Inside: Dean, Sam and Bobby sat around the table brainstorming ideas for an ongoing hunt. Dean had one year left to live and they needed to find away to elongate that time. They heard a scream from outside, it sounded tortured. Dean glanced out the window, his eyes widening like discs. "Get your guns.." He muttered moving away from the window down the stairs to the front door without hesitation. He opened the door and shot at the hell hound. Alittle suprised by the fact he could see it and neither Sam nor Bobby could,yet Dean's focus remained sharp.
The beast dissappeared from ontop of Alana's small frame. She rolled slightly to look up at the house. She saw Dean and Sam rushing to her, her vision blurred and she groaned lazily relaxing onto her back. She heard one of their voices, they shook and asked if she was okay. Their voices were very distinguishable from one an another. Deans was very stern and Sam was more panicked and gentle. Dean said something about taking her into the house and Alana tried to protest, but to no avail she was rushed into the house. "Set her on the table." Bobby ordered. The brothers obeyed. Dean delicately set her on the table while Sam grabbed a towel and handed it to Dean. Dean pressed it against her chest and rolled Alana onto her right side so she face him. Burshing the bangs from her eyes he looked at Bobby and his brother. "She's just a kid.." He said in shock.