Screaming Immortal
A Fan-fiction written my Blunt-Reality
Dean and Sam Winchester were driving down the road into a small-unknown town on their way to a new supernatural area of investigation. Sam had lost the argument on who was driving. Dean was at the wheel of his pride and joy, his '69 Chevy Impala. The small little town was a cozy looking place. People smiling and walking about quickly. But when the people were looked at closely you could see perhaps what was guilt and fear. One road had crime scene tape, pulling in Dean's interest. Morbid looks on the cop's faces. A pretty girl was rocking herself back and forth, pale as a ghost. Whispering too herself. A frown creased Sam's features. He looked at Dean, but his brother had already scene why people were looking scared. A massive amount of blood was on the ground, so much it couldn't be from that one girl or she would have been dead. The cops were doing nothing, staring at the blood. Dean cracked the window and pulled over, listening in, the cops so distracted that they hadn't noticed them yet.
"It was her again wasn't it Sheriff Randle?" A frightened looking citizen asked, with such terror. He nodded slowly, "Slit wrists, running down the street like he was possessed. Poor Sandra saw the Screaming Immortal," the sheriff said.
The head cop had grabbed both Dean and Sam's attention with the description. Then hearing about the screaming immortal it sparked interest further with Dean.
"She will kill us all! We were fools, are children being haunted by it now. That poor girl" a woman spoke up, looking towards the graveyard, not at the one in the back of the van. Sam frowned, straining too hear the conversation.
"We panicked. Couldn't have saved Immortalis" the man spoke in a lower tone. Not yet aware that their town meeting was being listened in on.
Dean looked at Sam and whispered, "He's not supposed to talk too the towns people about it let alone give away a description," Sam tolled him too shut up. Listening carefully soon again.
Women started too sob, "We disserve this! We let her die, we drover her too it. We all did something to make her life miserable! And we all watched her die! Didn't help her, looked at her like she was a disease! No. No one wanted to dirty their church clothing," she screamed at Randle. He walked over and hugged her, "It will all work out Honey. We need time…" Randle looked at another, whom started talking "Burn her body!"
Randle shook his head violently "NO!" he paused "Its bad enough what we did too her when she was alive"
A hot look crossed both men's faces. But they stopped and looked to the blood. "It's happening again," one of the other men, said. Dean and Sam watched the blood disappear.
"It's Fuelling her. I bet that's it," another offered. There had been two blood sources for sure. One was human, the other was like oil. Black and evil.
Dean and Sam had found their next assignment.