Hello! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction so I may get some things wrong. If you see any errors in the story, please tell me so I can fix them. If I get anything wrong with their personalities, please also tell me what is wrong so I can also fix that. Thank you for reading! Carry on!
Crescent City, California.
It was dark outside. The sky had millions of stars cast upon the land, but was unseen due to the thick fog. The moon shone brightly over everything, though, casting enough light to made shadows. Dark water crashed against the grey- almost black rocks. The salt water sprayed mist into the air, and then fell down quietly.
A shadow shot behind a large rock near the coast, followed by two more shadows. These silhouettes seemed male, but it was not for sure due to the night sky. The three shadows slunk around, trying to find what they were looking for.
The shadows finally found what they were looking for. A boy. The men grabbed the struggling boy, and dragged him across the large boulders and finally stopped at the edge of the land. There was a 5 foot drop with deep water that would surely drown a struggling boy.
On a closer look, the mens eyes were pitch black. No light shined on them. They seemed like an endless void of anger and sorrow. These people were not their true selves. Their true selves were already gone. In replace was a demon who wished harm to the world.
The men grinned and looked into the dark waters. The shoved the boy forward and into the water. The boy hit the water and gasped at the ice like waters. Unfortunately for him, he inhaled the water around him while doing so.
He struggled against the currents in hope to get up to the air. He only seemed to go deeper as it started getting colder. The ocean seemed like a posion that made him unknown of direction.
He felt cold arms wrapping around his body and he went stiff. Arms in the ocean was not a good thing. The boy felt the arms carrying him upwards-or atleast what he thought was up.
He finally reserfaced and let out a gasp. He coughed, shaking, in hopes to get the water out of his lungs and get the much needed air. He finally calmed down, and breathed as much air as he needed, but coughed every so often.
The arms suddenly pulled the boy away to a much smaller rock so he could climb back to land. He didnt care about what was holding onto him. He just wanted to go home.
The arms around him let go and he heard a splash beind him. The boy turned around and looked at the water, only to see a flicker of gold disappearing beneath the waves.
The three shadows, growled, watching as the boy reserfaced. They watched as something placed the boy on a rock, but could not see what it was from that angle. Whatever put the boy their disappeared a few seconds later.
Suddenly, hands grabbed two of them mens ankles and dragged them off the rock. A second later, another hand grabbed the last one's ankle, and pulled him under the water. There was a bright flash, and the bodies- empty of any souls- bobbed to the top of the water.
The sun had risen, a golden glow shining down onto brothers. These brothers- By the name of Sam and Dean Winchester hopped out of a black Chevy Impala. They both wore suits and tried to look as offical as they could. Dean looked annoyed and whispered to Sam.
"I thought this was California. It's supposed to be warm with girls in bikinis on the beach."
Sam just shot him a look and continued walking to their destination. Getting close to the police, they flashed their badges, "Tom Brown and John Jackson."
The police looked at the badges closely. They nodded and told the two brothers to go forward to investigate.
Infront of them were three men with pale skin. The first man was tall with brown hair and freckles. The second one was blond with curly hair and a large nose. The third man had greying hair, glasses, and wrinkles.
A woman walked up, a notebook resting in her hand. She had curly hair- blue eyes and full lips. She paused in front of the bodies and began writing down notes.
Sam cleared his throat and the woman looked up. Sam and Dean showed their badges and Sam began talking, "Can you tell us what happened to these men?"
The woman blinked her blue orbs at them before nodding, "Well, First off they were found on the beach around 12:00 last night along with Wyatt Thompson. He wont talk to anyone, but we suspect that the men tried to throw the poor kid into the water. But the men show no signs of damage- not even drowning."
Dean nodded and smiled, "Thank you for helping us."
The woman smiled back, "Sure thing."
Dean looked at Sam and whispered to him, "I think we should check out the boy and see if he will talk for us."
Sam nodded in agreement and they both began walking around the beach in hopes to find the kid. They finally found the kid sitting on a rock, a blanket wrapped around his body. The kid looked around the age of ten and had short brown hair. He had hazel eyes that seemed clouded with questions.
Dean sat next to the kid while Sam awkwardly stood off to the edge.
The kid looks up for a moment before looking back down the the ground. Wyatt hugged the blanket closer to himself.
"Hi, I'm assuming you're Wyatt," Dean asked.
Wyatt looked up once again and nodded. The child was silent- but was still answering questions.
"I bet it was pretty terrifying almost drowning."
Wyatt nodded again.
"Anything odd you saw?"
Wyatt scowled, nodded, but said nothing.
"Can you tell me?"
He looked at Dean, deciding to trust him. Dean seemed like a trustworthy man to him.
"I saw something gold," Wyatt's voice was rough from coughing up water and from not talking for a while, "It wasn't like coin gold. It was like the gold you feel inside you when you're happy."
Dean frowned, not really understanding the difference of the colors, but nodded anyways.
"It had arms. It rescued me. But I didnt see it," Wyatt continued.
The Winchesters thought of the possiblities of what it could be. Maybe it was a ghost or lost soul. But both brothers were still clueless. Dean patted the boy on the back, "Thanks, for helping us, Wyatt."
Dean stood up and walked off with Sam by his side. They walked down to the edge of the crashing water, away from everyone else. They both stood next to eachother, watching the dark blue water roll peacefully.
Behind them they heard a flutter of wings and a, "Hello, Dean."
Both men jumped to face to face Castiel who was looking as excited as an angel could.
"What the hell, Cas!" Dean exlaimed.
Cas frowned, "My apologies. But I have found something on the case."
"Well say it!"
Cas looked a bit hurt but nodded anyways, "People here enjoy watching whales. On one of the last watching they spotted something."
Dean and Sam shared a look. They had no idea what this creature might be.
"People said they saw a woman for a second before it went away."
"A woman!? Those waters are freezing! Why would a woman be in the water?" Dean asked.
Castiel frowned, "I am unsure as to why a woman would swim. But I believe this has to do with the case."
Dean looked annoyed, "It might of just been a rare sighting."
"Those men were on the boat. Along with Wyatt."
There was a dead silence.
"Okay. Lets go to a motel and research whatever is killing these men," Dean suggested.
They all nodded and walked back to the impala.
