Three's A Crowd
Summary: Emily Summers is not having a good night. Not only is her car going to be the death of her; she's stranded in an area rumored to be haunted. Luckily she runs into a pair of brothers that might be able to help… if she doesn't annoy them to death, first. Slightly OFC-Centric. :Drama/Humor:
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Prologue
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I never took the time to figure out what I'd do if I were about to die. Most of it was spent on fantasizing about swimming in a pool of mashed potatoes, or even having enough money to make my car somewhat less of an embarrassment to be seen in.
You know; mundane things.
Story of my life, really.
But now... hurrying down creaking, wooden stairs in an abandoned mansion and thinking over and over in my head, Ohmigawd I'm going to die and I HATE running- notthatitmatters -I don't even know where I'm GOING, a small part of my mind tried to present me with flashes of my life.
I think it was my subconscious's way of saying I was screwed six ways from Sunday.
A shrill scream pierced the air paralyzing my thoughts, and I just about soiled myself as I ran through the small doorway. I took a chance to glance behind me, my terror not helping discern any bodies in the wavering shadows of the long, dark corridor.
I might make it out of this alive, I thought, my chest filling with hope...
... just in time for my heart to sink when my foot slipped on the nearest convenience of nothing and I tumbled to the floor with a loud thud.
I always get excited too soon, I thought sadly, trying to ignore the searing pain that lanced up my arms as I tried to catch myself and failed. A low, inhuman groan made the hair on my arms and nape of my neck prickle, and my thoughts scattered. Heart thudding hard, I turned on my back and stared up into a pair of blank, black eyes of a man who wasn't entirely Human.
He towered over me, the machete in his grip rusted and coated with what looked like old flakes of blood. I raised my hands over my head, terror making me light-headed.
"Please don't kill me!" I begged desperately. "I haven't even finished paying the loans on my car yet!"
The man-thing paused, and for a moment I thought I saw confusion flash in his eyes.
I think I understood why.
"I know," I said to him slowly, my voice still shaky from fear. I held my hands out in a "halt" fashion, though I wasn't sure if he would just go ahead and slice me anyway. I had to explain myself, even if I was going to die. The more he understood, the better. "I don't know why I bother paying it still, either; it's a major waste of money I don't have. I'd be disappointed and want to kill me, too, if I were you."
The creature let out a roar that made my spine attempt to jump out of my skin after my feeble explanation, before swinging his machete over his head to end my miserable existence. I curled up on my side, buried my head in my arms and my only thought before I was about to die was, Why do I have to die out in the middle of nowhere?
And then the situation changed in a split second.
A loud blast suddenly filled the air, and the searing pain I expected to feel never came. I heard heavy footsteps of more than one person nearing me, and felt a large, heavy and warm hand touch my shoulder. My body tensed, ready to spring after such a fright.
"Dude, don't-" I heard a very male voice start to say, but he was cut off as I leaped to my feet and pushed. A tall someone let out a muffled "-oof!", before losing his balance and falling heavily against the corridor wall. Seconds later he ungracefully fell onto his butt and let out a hiss of pain.
I immediately felt bad-
"Don't think about trying anything! I know karate!" I lied, holding out both my hands into fists and taking a few steps back to put some distance between myself and the two newcomers.
-but not so bad as to let my guard down.
The man still standing lifted an unimpressed eyebrow at me, and the shotgun in his hand was slung against his shoulder casually as he regarded me with blatant distaste. He was slightly broad shouldered with a severly handsome face, his head topped off with a crop of short, light golden-brown strands of hair and a nose dusted with a golden film of freckles.
"Is that so?" he drawled, his mossy green eyes flickering over to the man getting quickly to his feet. A brief sheen of concern clouded his gaze, before it hardened and he was regarding me again. I didn't miss the way his hand tightened slightly on the handle of the shotgun, and I swallowed hard.
It would suck to narrowly escape being beheaded only to end up being shot instead.
I fought the urge to quail under the stare, and instead pushed a strand of my sweat soaked hair behind my ear to distract myself. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling more vulnerable now than I did while I was cowering pathetically on the floor seconds ago.
For a moment, not one of us said anything; we instead just looked at one another in confusion and suspicion, none of us sure who would break the silence first.
I decided to be the one to do so.
"Er... where did Ghoulish Guy go?" I asked, suddenly remembering that I had been seconds away from being killed. I swiveled my head around, peering up and down the corridor, but there was no sign of him.
"Ghoulish Guy?" the man I had knocked down said slowly, his hazel eyes peering at me like I'd grown two heads. He frowned and cocked his head slightly in disbelief. "Really?"
He was taller than the other man by several inches, and his dark brown hair fell about his face in loose waves, his bangs swept to the side to keep from falling into his eyes. While the other man could be classified as gorgeous or even sexy, this man looked downright cute and adorable despite his tall, muscular frame. I fisted my hands into the crooks of my folded arms, suddenly overcome with the urge to reach out and pinch his cheeks.
The other man snorted, thankfully drawing me from my bout of insanity.
"I dunno," he said with a shrug. A half-grin twisted his lips, though his eyes were still hard and sharp. "Sounds pretty accurate to me. Ghoulish Guy's left the building- temporarily. I doubt you want to stick around for his encore appearance."
The taller man cut his eyes at him, before refocusing on me. His face softened, and that urge to pinch his cheek resurfaced. I had to fight down my inner child with strong mental baseball bat before I trusted myself to let my arms fall to my sides.
"I'm Sam," he offered out of the blue, his voice very kind. He nodded his head at the other man. "That's my brother, Dean."
Dean nodded slightly at me, but I ignored him.
"Do you know how to get out of here, Sam?" I asked bluntly after a moment, a thought coming to me.
He looked startled at the abrupt change of conversation, his eyes darting to his brother and back again, before nodding hesitantly.
"I do," he told me.
A large smile split my lips, and I reached out with the sincere intent to slap his shoulder. Instead, however, my hand reached upwards (a lot- I almost had to stand on tiptoe) with a mind of its own to reach his cheek. Immense satisfaction warmed my chest as I squeezed his velvety smooth skin between my thumb and forefinger, and a soft hum escaped me before I could stop myself.
His eyebrows lifted, and he was so shocked that he didn't even react.
"Well, in that case, I'm glad to meet you, Sam." I told him, before removing my hand from his face. "Feel free to get me out alive any time now."
Sam blinked stupidly, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out.
The other man snorted again, and I glanced over at him.
"God help us," Dean muttered to himself, shaking his head and turning to exit the corridor the way he must have came in. "It's going to be a long night."
Sam let out a grunt of agreement, and when I eyed him he stumbled back, his hands instinctively rising up to cover his cheeks.
I had the good graces to blush.
Worth it, though, I thought guiltily as I moved into step, following after him and his brother.
TBC...
Author's Note: So... I was really nervous to post this. I know a lot of people are hesitant to read Supernatural fics that have OCs in them (especially OFCs), but not to worry! This is mainly for amusement purposes- nothing more, nothing less. In fact, there isn't really that much plot aside from the OFC trying to stay alive.
This is purely an experiment, and I don't quite know how long this will be yet. (Though I do know how it's going to end-hahaha.)
The next chapter will have a little backtracking as to how the character got where she currently is, and a little more about her in general. From there on, it's pretty much all down hill... :P