So I finished NaNoWriMo 2015! And take a guess how much of the story I got done? That's right, at least 10%! So, this will be an on going thing!
Here's Chapter 2. Enjoy, cause there will be lots more!
Disclaimer: I do not own, and will never own Supernatural.
"Nicole Peters?" The doctor called my name. I looked up at him from my seat. I was sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. I had been waiting anxiously for the doctor to tell me how my mother was for a while now, but when I saw him I thought differently. Almost like I didn't want to see him. I just wanted this to be over. I stood up quickly, and rushed towards the doctor.
"How is she?" I asked, trying to hide the panic from my voice. I failed miserably.
"She's fine." The doctor said, making me sigh in relief. "Except we don't think she's mentally stable enough to go home. We'd like to place her where she can be treated for her depression."
"Depression? Sh-she doesn't have depression." I stated in confusion.
"Oh, I think she does. She refuses to eat or drink, and well, she refuses to see you, too."
I stood there staring at the doctor. This has to be a dream. There is no way my mother would do this.
"Now, I understand you have a degree in psychology?" The doctor asked. I nodded my head. "I'm surprised that you've seen any signs of it yet?"
"She never showed any signs whatsoever of being depressed, let alone suicidal...She's normally the one comforting me when I'm depressed. She helped me get through the past week, after my sister died..."
"Well, whatever the reason, she doesn't want to see you. I suggest coming back in tomorrow to see if she's changed her mind. In the mean time, we'll work on enrolling her into a place where she can recover from her mental state."
"What, like a… psych ward or something?"
"Exactly like a psych ward. It'll come out of her insurance. I also suggest, for your sake, to not be alone tonight. Not that I think you'll do what your mother did, but… well, you're a psychologist, you know why." He explained. I nodded my head, trying to take this all in.
There was a handful of people I could ask to come over tonight. Neighbors, former colleagues, old friends. But the only ones I could think of were those two special agents from yesterday.
And so that's what I did. I called them, told them something had happened, and to come right away.
I didn't know how long it would take for them to get here, but long enough for me to wind up pacing back and forth at the front door. I hadn't the slightest clue as to who these guys where. But a part of me hoped they could tell me what had happened to my family, and that was enough to trust them. A car pulled into the driveway. It was an old muscle car, but in good condition, and beautiful, none the less. The two agents climbed out of the car, and walked up the rest of the drive way. I had the door opened before they could knock.
"Good, you're here." I sighed.
"What's happened?" Smith asked.
"Come inside." I motion the agents to come in. They closed the door behind them as I lead them to the couch. I sat down heavily where I had sat yesterday.
"My mother. She attempted to kill herself this morning." The two agents looked confused. I shook my head. "I'm confused, too. All my life she's been the one telling me it'll be okay. She's been the one there for me when I'm depressed. And now they're putting her in a psych ward, and… for Christ-sake, she didn't even want to see me." I collapsed my head into my hands, tears threatening. "I just don't know what to do anymore…. I was hoping…" I looked back up at the agents, assessing them slightly. "Hoping you two would've come to a conclusion by now. As to what is happening around here." Agent Marshall looked uncomfortable, where as Agent Smith looked at me with sympathy thick in his gaze. Men were usually strange when people showed emotion, so Marshall didn't surprise me. Smith on the other hand…
"We haven't yet… but we can come up with a few ideas. Here, um…" He pulled out a notebook from his pocket, followed by a pen. Marshall looked slightly exasperated at it. If it hadn't been for what's been going on lately, I might have laughed.
"So, both your sister and your mother started acting out of the ordinary?" Smith asked. I nodded my head.
"Very."
"And, have you experienced anything unusual in yourself?"
I shook my head. "Nothing that I can tell."
"Okay." Smith finished writing down his notes. "We'll be in contact. Hold tight, Nicole. You can get through this."
I forced a smile. He seemed like he really cared about this whole thing. I watched as they backed out of the driveway in the muscle car. The house was now empty… I wasn't sure if I could face it anymore. Desperation punched me in the gut. Surround myself with people… distract myself. I took a deep breath, I locked the front door behind me, and ran after the black muscle car. I urged my feet to move faster and faster, ignoring the burning in my lungs. Eventually Marshall caught sight of me, and stopped the car. I caught up to the drivers seat, completely out of breath. I hadn't thought of what I would say when I got there.
"I, um… I want to come with you." I stuttered. Marshall frowned, but with an elbow from Smith, then nodded his head. I climbed into the back seat, and pulled the seatbelt over my chest. Then the smell hit me. It was awful… like these two had been living in this thing… oh god.
"Don't mind the smell, it's just Sa-um-Smith. He get's gas." Marshall chuckled.
"What kind of special agents live in their car?" I asked in disgust.
"Hey, not just a car! I call her baby. And since you're coming with us, you should know we're not special agents." Marshall explained. He calls his car baby?
"Oh, and Marshall and Smith aren't our real names. I'm Sam." Smith, or, Sam, explained. "And this is Dean. You were right about the brother thing."
"So… where are we going, then?" I asked.
"You'll see." Dean said with a smirk.
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We pulled up at a motel, and the two brothers got out of the car in unison.
"Is this… where you stay?" I asked.
"Yup. For now." Dean called behind his shoulder, putting the key's one of the motel's doors. "It's not so bad, once you get past the smell." He shot a glance at Sam, who sighed heavily.
"Come on man, why are you always putting the blame on me?" He retorted.
I stood staring at the two men as they walked into the motel room. Not special agents. Just two brothers traveling in an old muscle car. What the hell where they up to? I was about to run off, but was stopped when Sam peeked his head through the door.
"You coming inside?" He asked.
"Y-yeah, sure." I stuttered.
Once I walked in it was like somebody had bottled the smell in the car into a fragrance, and sprayed it all over the room. Since I had never had brothers, it made me want to puke.
"Have a seat on the couch." Sam said, motioning me to an old looking couch. I hesitantly sat, feeling uncomfortable. Sam opened his laptop on the table near the window, and took a seat on one of the chairs.
"We've been researching the symptoms of your sister, and I think we've found something." Sam explained.
"Yeah, but hey, first, explain to the lady what we do." Dean explained, opening a bottle of beer.
I gulped.
"Okay, well, you may not believe us, but trust me, this is all real." Sam explained. I nodded my head.
"We're hunters." He said. This wasn't sounding good… "We hunt demons, ghosts, anything supernatural. And we think there was something… strange about your sisters death."
There was a silence in the room. Hunters. Hunting demons. And ghosts. And God know's what else. I could tell they weren't expecting me to believe them.
"See, now you've scared the girl off." Dean said, looking disappointed as he took another swig of his beer.
"No, I believe you." I said. Dean chocked on his beer, and struggled to swallow it. Once he did he just stared at me.
"What?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I said I believe you two. It would explain why nobody was able to tell us what was wrong with my sister." I said.
Sam looked wide eye'd at me, and I hid a smirk.
"So what are we looking at?" I asked, wanting to move on.
"Um, yeah…" Sam coughed. "You said both your sister and your mother acted completely out different from how they usually are?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Then, whatever this thing is has the power to influence."
"Which opens the door to a demon." Dean said, sitting on couch next to mine.
"So, basically what you're saying is that there's a demon coming after my family?" I asked.
"Yup." Sam said, leaning back on his chair. "Or, we're guessing."
"And how do we fight a demon?" I asked.
"Holy water, salt, rocks salts, and crucifixes." Dean explained.
"Okay, and how do you kill one?" The question came out harsher than expected.
"Whoa, you leave that to us." Dean said.
"Why? I want to help. I want to get rid of this thing that destroyed my family, so it doesn't hurt anyone else." I nearly spat.
"Look, Nicole, it's not easy fighting demons. We've been hunters our whole lives. We know what we're doing." Sam said gently.
"So what you're saying is I'm incompetent."
"No, no…" Sam was cut off by Dean, who said. "That's exactly what we're saying."
I leaned back on my seat.
"Oh, I see how it is. How about this?" I leaned forward again, looking at the two men with piercing eyes. "We go looking for this god damned demon. We find it, and send it back to hell where it belongs. And once we're finished, you'll see what a girl can do."
The guys looked taken aback. They weren't expecting that. Sam rested his elbows to his knees.
"Look, Nicole, we just don't want you to get hurt." He said. Again with that gentle voice.
"Get hurt? You mean, more than I have already? My family was attacked, and I want to avenge them." I said angrily.
The guys paused, and Sam looked over at Dean.
"This sounds familiar, doesn't it, Dean?" He said. Dean seemed to scowl, and slammed his beer down on the table.
"Sammy, outside. Now."
The two guys walked out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I didn't know I felt this strongly about the situation. I had been good at bottling my own emotions so I could help my sister. But now that she's gone, the cap is off, and my feeling and bubbling out like a water fall. And boys don't do well with emotions. I silently prayed they wouldn't be too scared off to let me hunt this demon with them. Finally the two brothers walked back into the room.
"Okay, Nicole. You can help us hunt your demon." Sam said. I smiled widely.
"Yes! So when do will kill this bastard?" I asked.
"That's the catch. We don't know how to kill a demon." Dean explained, picking up his beer again. I deflated.
"What?"
"We're looking for something that can kill a demon. Once we find it, we'll come back to town, and you can help us kill it." Sam explained.
I shook my head.
"That's not gonna work with me. I'm not sitting here and waiting for you guys to come back."
After the boys stayed silent for a bit, I sighed and pulled my legs up so I could sit cross legged on the couch. "Look, I'm sorry. I just… I have nothing left. No job, nobody to go home to… all I can think about is getting some kind of justice for my family. And killing this demon is the only way to do that."
Sam looked at me for a long time. Then he finally nodded his head.
"Okay." He said simply. My eyes lit up.
"What? Sammy, she can't come with us." Dean said.
"And why not, Dean? She just wants to find the thing who killed her family. She has a right to find the demon that ruined her life as much as we do with ours." Sam explained.
"Are you crazy? She could be killed!"
"You saw the way she ran after us. I think she'll do fine." Sam defended.
"So, the girl can run. Doesn't make her a hunter."
"No, but we can teach her to shoot. Plus, it's not like this is permanent. Once her demons dead, we can bring her back here." Sam explained.
Dean looked at Sam for a long time.
"Fine." He said, making me sigh in relief. "But I don't like this."
"You don't have to like it." Sam added.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed. "Thank you, so much!"
"Don't get too excited, sweetheart. You've got a lot to do before you can run with us." Dean stated sharply.
"Okay. Where do I start?" I asked, feeling eager.
"First, we'll teach you how to shoot." Dean said, and picked up his leather jacket.
"What, now?" I asked.
"The sooner the better. Oh, unless you want to sit and relax for a while." He said condescendingly.
I glared at him.
"Fine." I said. "Let's go."
The three of us walked out of the hotel room, and back into the smelly muscle car. Well, at least I won't be spending tonight alone.
