Prologue: After leaving Kentucky, where Dean, Sam, Carli and Sammy helped solved a murder which was committed over a hundred years ago, and where the two girls each somehow got a strange mark on their bodies, the four head to Chicago, where people suddenly disappear when they drive through a tunnel, and never come back. The reason behind it all? No one really knows. Could it have something to do with the strange markings Sammy and Carli somehow obtained? Or is it just another supernatural being?
The Screaming Tunnel PT.1
+Chicago, Illinois+
A silver Ford Focus ST sped down a dark highway, travelling around one hundred kilometres per hour. The front headlights were on, eliminating the darkness up ahead. Since it was around one o'clock in the morning, it was very dark, and hardly any cars were out on the road. Sitting behind the wheel of the car was an eighteen year old boy, with a girl his age sitting next to him, and their two friends sitting in the back.
"I so can't wait 'til I get home," the girl in the front seat stated excitedly, as she rubbed her hands together. "If Katie's birthday party goes for that long again- I swear I won't ever come again."
The guy sitting next to her, behind the steering wheel, placed a hand on her thigh to reassure her. "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad!" he exclaimed, before he glanced over his shoulder, at the two that were sitting in the backseat. "Right- Dave?"
The guy known as Dave gave a grin and nodded his head, before he turned his attention to the girl sitting beside him.
"I should've been home hours ago," the girl in the front seat complained again, before she looked out one of the windows.
"Don't worry about it Renae," the girl in the backseat replied, as she gave a sly smile. Having said that, she then turned to Dave, before she began to pash him.
Renae rolled her eyes before she began to play with her bottle blonde hair. Dave happened to be the best friend of her boyfriend, Jeremy's, and Emil was Dave's girlfriend. Even though Dave happened to be Jeremy's best friend, Renae hated his guts, along with his girlfriend's.
"Can you just take me home?" Renae questioned, becoming fed up, as she looked over at her boyfriend, who was sitting behind the steering wheel beside her.
Jeremy glanced over at Renae, while keeping his eyes on the dark road ahead. "Babe- what's wrong?" he asked, as he took his hand away from her thigh. "You know we're only half an hour away from your place."
Renae nodded her head, but she clearly wasn't happy. "Maybe if you hadn't taken that detour- I'd be home by now?" she said, knowing that her statement was correct.
Jeremy hated his girlfriend being angry at him, so he gave a sigh as he ran a hand through his dyed black hair. "How about I take a shortcut- just to get you home earlier?" he asked, as he spotted a road leading off the highway.
Renae weakly nodded her head as Jeremy spun the steering wheel, causing the Ford Focus ST to turn off the highway, and drive down a street. Tall, dark trees hung over the single road as the car drove down it. Renae swallowed hard as she looked ahead- she knew exactly where they were.
"I think we should head back," she said, looking all around her. "This place freaks me out."
Emily pulled away from Dave. "Oh, for god's sake! Would you just shut up!?"
Renae looked over her shoulder at Emily. "If I do remember correctly, this is my boyfriend's car and he can simply throw you out," Renae replied.
Emily was quick to retort. "You've been complaining ever since we left the party. Shut up or I'll make you shut up!"
"Girls," Dave stated, coming in between the two girls, "let's not fight!"
Jeremy looked over at Renae and knew something was definitely wrong. "Can you tell me what's up?" he asked quietly, as Renae held herself.
Renae weakly nodded her head again as she turned to her boyfriend. "I've heard stories of this place," she stated, as a huge tunnel appeared up ahead. "I heard a young girl burned to death and she now haunts that tunnel."
Renae pointed towards the tunnel ahead, causing her boyfriend to laugh. "As if!" he exclaimed, as he gave a smirk. "As if a girl haunts that tunnel! I betcha your ex made that up just to scare you!"
Renae shook her head as the car neared the tunnel. "No seriously- I think we should turn back."
But it was too late. Jeremy's silver Ford Focus ST entered the tunnel, causing dark stone to appear on both sides of the car. There was no light up ahead, so it was hard to tell where the tunnel ended.
After driving through the tunnel for five minutes, Jeremy turned to Renae, who was shuddering beside him. "See- there's nothing to worry about! You should never believe those stupid ghost stories!"
Renae shut her eyes, hoping it'd all be over soon- except the tunnel seemed to be going on forever! Renae's eyes suddenly opened upon hearing an eerie scream. "Did you hear that?" she asked Jeremy, her eyes wide with fear.
Jeremy glanced at Renae. "You're hearing things," he answered, just as the headlights began to flicker.
Just before the lights went out, Renae saw a little girl with red hair, in a ragged dress. In one hand was a doll, and in the other, was a small knife. Renae screamed when the lights finally went out, and all that was heard was the sound of blood hitting the road...
+Chicago, Illinois- A Couple of Days Later+
Carli lay on her stomach on one of the double beds in the motel room, with a piece of material lying across the middle of her lower torso. It had only been a couple of days ago that a strange mark had appeared there, and the same for Sammy, but hers was on the back of her right shoulder blade.
"I don't see the point of this," she stated, as Dean entered the room. "The mark's not a tattoo!"
Dean sat down on the bed next to her, where he placed his hand on her back. Carli cringed and cursed under her breath before Dean pulled his hand away.
"Just wait 'til College Boy gets back," he replied, giving a smirk. "Anyway, I thought tattoo's were meant to hurt?" Obviously he hadn't paid attention to what she had just said- she hadn't gotten a tattoo!
Carli swung at Dean with one of her arms, resulting with her in almost falling off the bed. Luckily, Dean had managed to catch her just in time. "Watch it Princess," he said, helping Carli back onto the bed, "you could really hurt yourself."
Carli pouted at Dean, causing him to smirk. "And don't tattoo's involve a needle and ink?" he asked. Of course, Dean knew what it was like to get a tattoo. He had one on his right shoulder blade- the word 'Hunter' was written in cursive writing, running through a knife and crossbow which were entwined with one another. When had Dean got a tattoo, you ask? Pretty much as soon as he had gotten out of the hospital. He felt like he had to get one, so he did. And it suited him to say the least.
"No shit Sherlock," Carli answered, running a hand through her hair.. Carli had her own little secret she hadn't shared with anyone- on the right side of her naval, she had a tattoo of a heart with wings.
Hearing the door to the motel room open, Carli rolled over and watched as Sam and Sammy entered the room. In Sam's hands were a couple of really old books.
"Done a bit of research have we?" Dean questioned, giving a smirk as he rose to his feet.
Sam nodded his head as Sammy closed the door behind him. "We figured out what those markings mean," he clarified, as he carefully placed the books down onto the round table, which was across the room from the two double beds.
Dean approached his younger, yet taller brother Sam. "And-?"
Sam opened one of the books, where he had placed something in it to keep the page. "They've been marked by a demon?" Dean asked after a couple of minutes of reading, before he looked up at Sam.
Sam nodded his head again. "I checked all these books and they don't really explain what they mean- they only explain what they are," he explained. "But it appears there are three different types of markings."
Dean looked back down at the old book, and in front of him, were three black and white pictures. One was a picture of the marking Sammy and Carli now had- a cross with three scratches. The other two- were quite different.
One was a cross entwined with a vine, while the other was a cross splashed with blood. "These are great help," Dean said sarcastically, as he picked up one of the old books. He then carelessly tossed it over his shoulder. "And why did you borrow them all if they're no use to us?"
Before Sam could reply to his older brother, Carli picked up the book Dean had tossed and she hit him over the back of the head with it. "You should take care of these- as if they were your own," she stated, before she placed it back down on the table.
Sam smiled and gave a small laugh, before he pulled something from one of the books he had borrowed. "I think you might find this interesting," he stated, as he handed a newspaper over to Dean, "and it might involve us."
Dean rubbed the back of his head and glared at Carli, before he laid the newspaper out in front of him. "Group of Four Teenagers found Dead in Tunnel," Dean read outloud, as Carli sat down at the table beside him. He then looked up at Sam. "And you think this is our kind of gig?"
Carli pulled the newspaper towards her, when Dean had turned his full attention on his younger brother. "It might be," she stated, looking up at Sammy and Sam. "Do you guys wanna go check it out?"
Sammy nodded her head. "It's only down the road," she answered, glancing over at Sam.
"And how far is down the road?" Carli questioned, giving a small smirk.
Sammy gave a sigh. Carli really knew how to get the truth out of her, and sometimes, she wished she had that sort of pulling power. "Okay- it's about fifteen minutes away from here," she clarified, giving a weak smile.
Carli gave a smile as she got to her feet, where she then pulled the piece of material from her torso.
Dean gave a sigh as he walked to the other side of the room, where he picked up his duffel bag. "How about you stay here- me and Sam can go and check this out?" Sammy suddenly suggested, causing both Dean and Carli to look at her questionably.
After a moment, Dean gave a smirk as he fished out his car keys. "Have fun," he stated, as he tossed the keys to Sam.
Carli placed her hands on her hips, not understanding what Dean was getting on to. "And where do I fit into this?" she asked, looking at Sam, Dean and Sammy.
"You can stay here with Dean," Sam said, causing Carli to roll her eyes, and cross her arms over her chest. That was not what she wanted to hear.
Sam picked up his duffel bag as he headed out the door, followed by Sammy, who was stopped by Carli. "Don't get yourself into any trouble," she joked, giving a smile.
Sammy gave a small blush, knowing what Carli was on about. Why did she and Dean always have to have a dirty mind? And how could they be thinking dirty thoughts for so long? Sammy didn't have a clue. "That's what you guys want me to do," she stated, giving a small smile as she disappeared through the door.
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Sam sat behind the wheel of Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala, with Sammy sitting beside him in the front passenger seat. "Why did you want Dean and Carli to stay behind?" Sam asked Sammy after a while, as he glanced over at her.
Sammy shrugged her shoulders as she looked over at him. "I think they need to work something out," she stated, before she placed a hand to her forehead.
Sam looked at Sammy oddly, as she shut her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Sammy nodded her head as she turned away from Sam's gaze. "I'm fine," she replied, before she pulled a piece of paper from one of her jeans' pockets. "We should take a left here," she then said, pointing ahead. And sure enough, there was a single street leading away from the highway.
Nodding his head in agreement, Sam turned on the indicator and spun the steering wheel of the Impala, causing it to turn off the highway, and down the single street.
"I still think Dean and Carli could've come along with us," Sam suddenly stated, as tall trees rose up on both sides of the road.
Sammy gave a smile as she shook her head. "Have you seen the way those two look at each other?" she questioned, looking up at Sam. "They need to work something out before one of them gets hurt."
Sam rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what Sammy was on about. He knew from the very first day Dean and Carli had met each other, they were attracted to one another, and have been for quite a while. Sam also knew that Dean had a wondering eye, and Carli would be the one who would likely get hurt. "Well, you're the boss," he joked, giving Sammy a smile.
Sammy returned the smile just as Sam put his foot on the brake, causing the Impala to roll to a stop. Up ahead, was a very large and dark tunnel. It was obvious that was where the four teenagers had died, because police tape was around the entrance, not allowing anyone to pass. Off to one of the sides of the tunnel, was a large hill, with a single tree at the top.
"This place is spooky," Sammy stated, as soon as she climbed out of the car. Looking around her, she felt a cold breeze, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand.
Sam approached Sammy, who was standing at the trunk of the Impala. "We'll be gone before you know it," he stated, as he put an arm around her, to reassure her.
Sammy gave a smile as Sam pulled away from her, and opened the trunk. "It helps a lot that there aren't any cops around," said Sammy, as Sam held the trunk up with a rifle.
Nodding his head in agreement, Sam ducked his head into the trunk, where he looked around for something. Finding the object he needed, he pulled it out of the trunk. Sitting in his hand, was a strange looking box.
"An EMF Meter," he clarified, after earning an odd look from Sammy. "Dean made it from a walkman."
"Explains why it looks like a piece of crap," Sammy replied, giving a smile, before she shut the trunk. "So are we just checking if a spirit has been here?"
"I guess," Sam answered, as he held the EMF Meter out in front of him. He glanced up as he approached the police tape, followed closely by Sammy. Just as he was about to grab and the police tape and pull it up, someone stopped him from doing so.
"What do you think you're doing?" a voice questioned, causing Sam and Sammy to whirl around. Now, standing in front of them, was a fourteen year old boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a pair of very baggy jeans, where you could almost see his boxers, and a red t-shirt.
Sammy was completely speechless. What were they supposed to tell a fourteen year old? You couldn't exactly say to him: 'We're hunting ghosts so could you mind your own business?'
"I'm Nick by the way," he introduced, before anyone could speak, and he extended his hand.
Sammy, finding herself staring, shook her head and accepted Nick's hand. "I'm Sammy, and this is Sam," she said, gesturing towards Sam, who quickly put the EMF Meter away. "What are you doing out here on your own?"
"Same thing as you I guess," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I came to check out the tunnel."
Sam looked down at Sammy, before he looked back at Nick. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked.
"The cops told me the four teenagers had been killed in a car accident, but I believe otherwise," Nick clarified, as he ducked under the police tape.
"Do you think the teenagers were killed some other way?" Sam continued, as Nick appeared on the other side of the police tape.
Nick nodded his head as he glanced over his shoulder at the tunnel behind him. "The bodies were never found," he began, as he turned back to Sam and Sammy. "Blood was found, as well as the car. The car was found in perfect condition, so to make everyone believe that nothing was out of the ordinary, they purposely ruined the car."
"So what do you think killed those kids?" asked Sammy, joining in on the conversation.
Nick shrugged his shoulders as he walked towards the tunnel. "This might sound weird, but I believe in the supernatural. I reckon maybe Harmony's ghost might've killed them."
Sam looked at Sammy, and the two remained silent.
"I guess you don't believe me either," Nick continued, "but I can understand why."
Sam desperately shook his head as Nick walked closer towards the tunnel. "If you believe in something like that, why would you want to go in the tunnel? It could be dangerous," he said, trying to get Nick to turn back.
Nick gave a small smile. "Don't worry, I'm careful," he answered.
Sammy looked up at Sam, before she looked back at Nick. "Wait!" she called, causing Nick to give a sigh, stop and turn around to face them. "Who is Harmony?"
Nick simply pointed towards the hill with the single tree standing at the top. Giving a wave, he approached the tunnel, and before they knew it, Nick had disappeared into the darkness beyond.
Giving a sigh, Sammy turned to Sam, and she placed her hands behind her head. "He sounded way too much like Dean just then," she stated, as she and Sam ducked under the police tape.
Sam nodded his head, as he pulled out the EMF Meter. "Don't you think it's ironic we just happen to meet a boy who's helping us?" he questioned, as he turned on the EMF Meter. "The kid knew a fair bit about the tunnel, the four teenagers who had died..."
Sammy peered over Sam's shoulder as the EMF Meter began to make a strange noise.
"Something's been here," Sam said, as he looked down at the Meter in his hands.
"But what?" Sammy questioned, as she looked up towards the hill off to the side of the tunnel.
Another folklore that I've read up about and changed around a bit. For those wondering, I made the demon marks completely out of thin air, and well, I guess there's no need to look them up on the internet to see what they are or what they mean. Of course you'll find out in later chapters, but yeah- there's three types, and that's means there's three different meaning and reasons for having them. The secrets of the demon marks will be revealed in later episodes, so until then, you're just gonna have to keep reading! Please R&R if you haven't done so already!