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I do not own the characters of Supernatural,
only my own created characters and situations.
This story is written for entertainment purposes only.
Author's Note:
Please let me know if you spot any errors in the story,
English isn't my first language and this is the first time I publish something.
I wil try to update as often as possible. Reviews are welcome!
GROVE DANGER
Sam is seated at the table in the library doing some research. Dean is still in bed. His night had been filled with nightmares. What was one more nightmare, right? It was definitely not abnormal for him, but waking up multiple times in one night, soaked in sweat, didn't happen that often anymore. He slowly wakes up, steps out of bed and makes way to the kitchen, only wearing some grey sweatpants.
SAM
Dean! I found something.
DEAN
Hmm. Be there in a minute. You want something from the kitchen?
SAM
No, I'm all good!
Dean snags a drink out of the fridge and a chocolate bar from the counter. A breakfast for champions. He turns to the hallway and heads in the direction of the library. He glided like a waiter in a five star restaurant and his footfalls made no sound at all.
SAM
Hey! Look at this. So, I was looking into the local news, checking for anything unusual, right? And I found this story about missing persons.
Dean installs himself on one of the chairs next to Sam and studies the article with interest.
SAM
Apparently, the rumor goes that all these young adults were last seen in the area near an abandoned grove, like maybe fifteen minutes driving from here.
DEAN
Does it sound like anything we know?
SAM
Couldn't find any clues, yet. But it's suspicious. The Sherriff's department got some disturbing calls in the last few weeks about lights burning in the place. Impossible, because they cut the power off years ago. They even checked the building twice, but nothing could be found.
DEAN
Did you find anything about the building?
SAM
Not much. I did find some old maps of a tunnel system beneath the grounds, but according to one of the articles I found, they never found any entrance.
DEAN
Let's check it out!
Frankie wakes up in an old basement. There are no windows. All concrete and no personality. She tries to sit up straight. She groans in agony. Her head hurts like hell. What happened? How long has she been out? Where is she? Only questions, no answers.
A man opens the door and walks into the small room. He wasn't older than thirty-five. Pretty common looking, maybe a business man of some sort, an accountant perhaps. Frankie's eyes widen as she gets a good look at the face of the stranger. From his gums emerge sharp teeth. She backs up in shock, only to realize she now sits with her back against the cold wet wall. Not a chance to escape now. What could she possibly do? She didn't want to die. What kind of shitty nightmare is this? She closes her eyes and starts praying.
FRANKIE
Please! Please, let me wake up. Please!
He grabs her by the arm and tries to tie her to the chair he picked up with his other hand. With a fast swing of her arm, Frankie successfully manages to get out of his grip and rams an elbow into the stomach of her kidnapper. As fast as she can she runs out of the room, into the dark tunnel.
VAMPIRE
You can run, you can hide, but I will always find you, poppy! I have your scent down cold, you won't get far!
FRANKIE
Screw you!
Faster than the speed of sound the guy is in front of her again. He knocks her out and drags her back to the room. After he placed her in the chair, he straps her up, making sure she won't go for a run again.
VAMPIRE
Told you so!
The Impala pulls up to the road that will lead Sam and Dean to the old abandoned building. There was no other possibility than to walk to the grounds. Luckily, it was only a few minutes away from where they could park the car out of plain sight. Before they go, they snatch a couple of weapons out of the trunk; a shotgun, an angel blade, a gun with silver bullets and a machete. They would be able to kill the creature with at least one of these weapons, if the people where truly captured by something supernatural.
DEAN
You ready?
SAM
Always.
They stroll in the direction of the old grounds. It didn't take Dean long to finally see how big the place actually was.
DEAN
Holy shit, Sammy! Did we take the wrong turn? I think we just arrived at the grounds of freaking Buckingham Palace. No wonder they can't find a goddamn entrance to a possible tunnel system. It takes days to fully clear this plot.
Sam is clearly surprised, too. He starts looking around, not knowing where to begin; the grove, the house or the not so small backyard?
SAM
Where shall we start off?
DEAN
Let's take the house first. You check the first floor. I'll take the second.
The house had seen better days and was at least a few decades old, sections of the ceiling hang limp in the stagnant air. Fragments of plaster lie damp over the damaged wooden flooring. Window frames were cracked and the oldest residents were the spiders. Many generations had laced the corners of every room with cobwebs.
Sam went up to the second floor right away. The steps are old, unvarnished and slippery. Once upstairs the dust layered on the floor, like a thick carpet, muffling his footsteps. The smell up there was overpowering and made him cover up his mouth and nose. Shafts of sunlight burst through the boarded up window at the end of the long hallway.
Dean enters the kitchen. It was small and cluttered. The cupboards were faded blue and damaged, like someone had used it to practice firing a shotgun. This house was falling apart. Once it was a beacon of its age, now it resembles something that has been through a war.
It took them a few hours to search all rooms, both men got back to the dark and gloomy hallway where they entered. The house was clear and no entrance to a tunnel was found.
DEAN
What next?
SAM
Grove or backyard?
Her eyes opened again, her eyelashes faintly batting against her lids when she blinked. Her muscles felt weak, just like her energy. Frankie tries to stand up, but got pulled back by the restraints. She remembers again. Tears start running down her cheek. She attempts to scream, but no sound comes out.
Giving it a try to ease herself, she breathed as if no air would ever be enough, as if she was drowning and suddenly brought up to the surface. The approaching footsteps echoed in the tunnel. He returned, still looking nothing like the storybook vampires; pale with overgrown fangs and a dislike for garlic.
FRANKIE
What do you want from me?
VAMPIRE
You will soon know, poppy!
A footpath flowed through the grove. Sam and Dean had decided to comb out the grove first, so they could finish at the back of the house. The path was intertwined with thick roots and remarkably clear for one so rarely traveled. After the rain from early this morning Sam could clearly see footsteps in the thick black mud.
SAM
Dean, look at this! Footsteps.
DEAN
I see it, but it stops over there. The owner must have wandered of the path, deeper into this maze.
As they walk on, they turn right. One moment Dean has his eyes on the track ahead and the next he is flying in a superman pose towards Sam with an expression of shock and horror. His left foot should have extended to take his weight, instead it got caught on something on the ground. He hits the ground sending a plume of dry mud skyward.
SAM
Whoa, dude! You ok?
Dean groans trying to get up again. He rises back on his feet and investigates what made him fall face first in the mud. It looked like an old trap door spotted with years of water damage. Dean closed his fingers around the square shaft of dark cold metal and swung the thing open.
DEAN
What the hell?
SAM
This must be it, Dean. The entrance to the tunnels.
It was nothing more than a black hole, but the lack of light never bothered them much. Without thinking Dean drops himself down. Sam followed without questioning his brother. They entered the old tunnel system that curved under the masses. It is not a place you want to be caught in without a flashlight, that is for sure.
DEAN
Let's go this way.
Dean now holding his machete in his hand, starts going forward, followed by Sam who points his gun over Dean's right shoulder. Dean's flashlight shines feebly into the tunnel. After walking on for a few minutes they notice something moving a few meters ahead. Dean signs to Sam to keep quiet and stay behind him as he switched off the flashlight.
On the left side they spot a small room. Not bigger than a cubicle filled with bodies. They are drained and unrecognizable.
SAM
Well, at least we now know where all these missing people ended up.
DEAN
This is definitely the work of a vamp, Sam. Watch out. We don't know if it's a whole nest we are walking in on, or just one or two that escaped a raid.
They keep going deeper into the tunnel until they reach the next room. On a chair sits a person. Unresponsive, blood draining from an arm, through a surgical tube, into a large container which stands next to an already full one. Dean steps into the room, checking every corner, while Sam moves to the chair. As he comes closer he recognizes Frankie.
SAM
Dean!
As Dean comes nearer, Sam slightly tilts her head. Her lips and cheeks were the color of a beautiful brides wedding dress. Frankie's lips slightly perched open, nothing but a small noise came out periodically. It would be foolish to call it a comfort. Sam starts to free her from the restraints, watching her every second, while hoping she would open her eyes just a bit.
SAM
Frankie! Come on, girl, open your eyes for me.
DEAN
We need to get her out of here. She still has a chance.
Sooner than Sam can get to the last knot, Dean gets kicked to the ground. The machete slides away, unreachable for Sam. The vampire came to check up on his blood donor, walking into the little rescue mission. Sam jumps the guy, but gets slammed into the wall. He fell to his back. Dean's face changes and all he feels is pure anger. Before the vamp can finish his move, Dean grasps for the machete and beheads the bloodsucker with one swing.
Sam runs back to Frankie, finally freeing her. She was still warm, but her pulse felt thready.
To be continued