Okay so the first chapter focused on some of my OC backstory, but more will obviously get revealed as time goes on. Lee and Krissy Chambers are from previous seasons but I decided to include them in Laura's backstory. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. (Just my OC plot). Oh! And this introduces the Winchesters at the end!
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Chapter Two:
A couple of weeks had gone by and Laura's psychic experiences were growing stronger and much more difficult to control. Her nightmares were becoming more vivid, and would often pick up from where she left off if she woke herself up in the middle of it. Not only were her dreams becoming more terrifyingly real, they were leaving her bruised and cut up, and she was recently awakening in a different place than where she fell asleep. If that wasn't worrisome enough, the faint whispers and voices were becoming more constant and sharper, as if whatever was speaking was right behind her.
Laura was also beginning to experience new psychic abilities, which she was definitely not accustomed to. On her last hunt, which was helping a confused spirit haunting an old folks home cross over, she noticed that there was an strange nurse in the building. Though she appeared perfectly normal, Laura had noted that the middle aged, heavy-set worker had began to follow her around and watch her closely. Unsure if her fake police badge wasn't up to par, or if her performance was not convincing enough, Laura decided to play it cool for as long as possible: she just wanted to get the lost spirit to crossover before anyone else was frightened or hurt by it.
The night she completed the séance and successfully guided the ghost to the other side, Laura packed up her things and began to head to her car, but just before she could leave the retirement home, the nurse stopped her. After a few minutes of being questioned, Laura edged her way over to the door and bid the odd woman good-night, but just as she was halfway through the doors, the nurse grabbed her wrist tightly. Laura spun around to demand she be let go, claiming she could have the woman fired for laying hands on an officer of the law, but just as her threat left her lips and she laid eyes upon the nurse, Laura noticed a face underneath the aged and tired human one. It was an awful, disfigured face, as if it were burned and cut up. Its teeth were sharp and animalistic, and it had beast-line horns on its skull; however, the most eerie part of it was that the woman's eyes became jet-black.
Laura felt a sharp, icy cold pain spread up her arm as this entire thing happened, as if thousands of tiny knives were stabbing her. The woman, or whatever she was, just glared at her, with an intense look, as if she were looking deep into the young woman's soul. Laura had never seen something so frightening before, and yanked her arm away in fear. Not sure what she was possibly up against, Laura pretended as if she didn't see anything out of the ordinary and stormed out of the building.
Practically running to her car, shaking in fear, she shut and locked the doors and sped away. Once she was far enough away and felt safe, she immediately called her psychic acquaintance and mentor, Pamela. She explained the entire event, and the snarky biker chick was definitely rattled.
After a long, in-depth conversation, Pamela had concluded that Laura was indeed showing signs of psychic growth and expansion, meaning her powers were not only becoming stronger, but she was developing new ones. Beyond being a naturally gifted and powerful psychic, her new ability was extremely rare, for even Pamela had not heard of anyone being able to see the true face of a demon unless their soul was about to be collected by Hell hounds.
Needless to say, Laura was extremely shaken and confused; not only were her abilities expanding, she was losing any form of control over them. Pamela decided to research and e-mail Laura more Wiccan spells and other natural based magic that could help the young, budding psychic hone and better control her powers; meditation was also a highly recommended practice for Laura to try.
Frightened by watching herself spiral out of control, Laura took everything Pamela said to heart and began meditating everyday after her morning workout and would practice some rituals in the evenings. Although it kept her visions of spirits and demons in check, as well as reduced the severity of her night terrors, nothing was totally stopping those horrible dreams or the incessant voices from driving her mad.
One morning, she was in the middle of her usual meditation when the voices began again. She tried to ignore them, but they became so loud and so shrill that Laura opened her eyes, breaking her concentration. Tired of trying to shut them out, Laura decided to focus her energy on figuring out what was being said. After a moment or two, the whispers became crystal clear, and the young brunette heard a disturbing message: "The next seal is going to break in Christiansburg. Samhain will rise, and the dead will roam free. The brothers must try to stop this."
After hearing this cryptic message, Laura remembered a recent foreboding dream she had been experiencing at least once a week, one which she had been trying to gather information on: the rising of Samhain as one of the locks on Lucifer's cage. She immediately knew she must try to stop it, and after looking up the name Christiansburg, Laura found out where she needed to go.
That was three days ago and was the reason why Laura now found herself in a terrible predicament. For three long days, she drew and concealed dozens of protection sigils across town, in an effort to protect the innocent civilians from becoming the necessary victims of the sacrifice necessary to raise Samhain from Hell. Laura had researched and discovered the ancient dark magic necessary to raise this particular ancient and powerful demon from the pit, and she knew that there needed to be three blood sacrifices before All Hollows Eve. By the time she arrived in town, there was all ready one death of a married man: his wife had found him bloody on the kitchen floor with blades lodged in his mouth and throat, and to the local coroner's dismay, even in his stomach.
Laura then began the arduous task of trying to protect the entire town, encircling it in a blanket of benevolent magic to counter-act the black magic being used by a coven of extremely powerful witches. The psychic was so concentrated on keeping the civilians safe that she was struggling to locate the witches and merely hoped to hold them off until Halloween, that way it would be too late to complete the ritual. The main problem was, however, she was growing weaker and weaker everyday, for the spell required constant concentration and Laura felt herself growing more and more fatigued. She could not sleep, and was so physically worn out she hadn't eaten in two days, so to much of her despair, she found out there was another death. This time it was a local teenage girl who boiled to death while bobbing for apples.
Laura was in the process of nearly ripping her hair out with frustration when she met them.
There the young, attractive brunette sat, hunched over a couple of old books and pages of spells printed from her laptop, trying desperately to figure out why her protection rituals didn't keep the second blood sacrifice safe. She poured over the ancient texts and skimmed the map, which was dotted with marks where each sigil was drawn throughout the town. She rubbed her exhausted, blue-green eyes and took a sip of red wine directly from the bottle. The dimly lit candles scattered around the hotel room casted various black shadows everywhere, and the young psychic was so concentrated on double-checking how she set up the Wiccan altar, with its bowls of water, dirt, herbs, salt, and some locks of her own hair, that she took no notice to the two dark figures watching her.
The Winchesters stood there, hidden in the darkness next to an open window, contemplating when was the best time to attack the mysterious woman. Their guns were drawn as they quietly watched on, all the while exchanging glances with one another over sight they were seeing. After the brunette tied her wavy brown hair into a loose side braid, she grabbed an ancient-looking amulet from around her neck, closed her eyes, and began chanting something in Latin.
Sam and Dean nodded at one another, agreeing that this was their moment to pounce. They had seen this young woman around their hotel since they arrived in town, and right before the high schooler was murdered, Dean noticed her bringing odd occult items into her hotel room. He and Sam had been trying for days to locate the witch responsible for these blood sacrifices, but to no avail. That evening, Castiel and Uriel had threatened to flatten the entire town if the Winchesters could not prevent Samhain from rising, and Dean would be damned (again) if those dicks were going to smite an unsuspecting town.
Oddly enough, the youngest brother was just as unopposed to killing this girl as Dean was, and now with what was unfolding before them, the Winchesters knew that they had to strike. Yes, she was a human being, but she was also a witch and needed to be eliminated.
After they curtly nodded to one another, Dean lunged at the female kneeling on the floor. She yelled out in surprise and struggled to push the muscular hunter off of her as Sam destroyed the alter in one swift kick.
"No!" Laura shrieked, trying to fight off her attacker. "What have you done?"
She felt herself getting heaved up onto a chair by the person behind her, and while she kicked and thrashed, Laura's head snapped back, hitting her assailant directly in the nose. The man grunted in pain, loosening his grip around the girl ever so slightly that she was able to break free and knee him hard in the groin.
Doubled over in pain, Dean groaned. He could barely see due to the head-butt her received to the face, but from what he could make out, the brunette leapt forward for something that was lying on the floor. As his vision cleared, he saw that her target was his gun lying on the floor.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled out in warning, as his brother's head snapped up just in time to hit the weapon out of her hands.
Before he could deliver his second blow, Laura punched him hard across the face. Her heart was pounding and hoped to God that these men weren't the witches… or worse… demons. She had been trying to keep a low profile in town, but somehow her cover must have been blown. In the back of her mind she was kicking herself for being discovered so easily, but at the forefront of her thoughts, she was desperately trying to look for an escape route. She couldn't let Samhain rise and she couldn't let another seal break: everyone she ever loved depended on it; the world depended on it. She kicked him hard in the ribs and heard a crack. He groaned in pain, but before she could continue attacking the man before her, Laura felt a massive pair of arms rapping around her body and tossing her hard into the coffee table, sending splinters of wood everywhere. Then, everything went black.