Chapter 1: Running Blind
Disclaimer: Okay, seriously, if I owned Dean do you really think I would spend my time writing stories for yall? Stupid people make me laugh. Anyway, the characters (besides Ashley and anyone else my demented little mind decided to invent) belong to Eric Kripke and others. So don't sue, the only thing you'll get is about $17.53 and my TV.
Without further ado…
"No! Please! Don't hurt us!"
The shadowy figure only continued advancing as the woman and her child cowered in the corner. Her husband's body lay horrifically mutilated in front of them.
"Please take me! Just don't hurt Ashley! Please!"
The figure's only response was to slowly lift its hand towards the woman. Her screams rang through the house as the she was lifted into the air, leaving her daughter on the floor. The little girl watched, sobbing, as her mother was slammed against the walls, blood everywhere. Suddenly, the woman's body fell to the floor next to the man. The figure's gaze slowly turned towards the girl in the corner.
"Your family must learn."
She screamed as his cold voice filled her ears and an invisible force dropped her to the floor.
"Let me drive."
Dean smirked as he looked over at his younger brother in the passenger's seat.
"Let you drive?" he answered. "Let's just refresh our memory about you driving my car here, okay?"
Sam rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.
"I have never let you drive my car, ever," Dean began, glancing in his mirrors as he changed lanes in the semi-darkness of the oncoming night. "Then the first time I do, you crash it through a house."
"Forget I asked," Sam said dryly, shifting to look out the window. In truth, he only wanted to drive to get his mind off her. Jessica. The image of her held against the ceiling, gazing at him before bursting into flame had haunted his dreams for a long time. But now they were invading his waking hours.
Dean glanced at this brother before turning his attention back to the road. He was worried about him. And for good reason. Dean knew what it was like to watch someone you love die like that. He had seen his mother die in the same way Jessica did. But he also knew that something was different about Sam. He was hiding something.
"Hey, check it out," Sam's voice pulled Dean out of his thoughts.
Dean let his gaze fall on a lone figure walking slowly down the road. It was a woman. She was wearing torn jeans, a white tank, and flip-flops, her golden brown hair fanning out behind her in the wind.
"Let's see where she's going," Sam suggested.
"No. No, no, no."
"Oh, come on," Sam fought. "What? Afraid of a woman in white?"
Dean gave his brother a look before answering. "One, we don't have time to take in a stray. And two, she's not even hitching. Just walking."
"We can at least give her a lift to the next town," Sam argued. "You know what can be out there."
Dean's stubborn side warred with his common sense before he started to slow the car as they approached the woman.
"My brother and his freakin' Good Samaritan crap," Dean muttered as Sam rolled down the window to talk to her.
"Hey," Sam called. "You need a ride?"
The woman stopped and looked at them. Her defenses were already being put up as she peered at the guys in the car next to her. The one in the passenger seat was turned towards her, a light smile on his face. She judged he was younger than her by a few years, he looked like an overgrown puppy. The one in the driver seat looked older, maybe her age, and annoyed. He seemed less innocent than his companion, like he'd seen more.
"I'm only going to the next town," she answered, relaxing a little as she decided they meant no harm. Or at least they were a harm she could beat. She had learned to accept that no one meant no harm.
"It's no problem," the younger one spoke up again, smiling. "You shouldn't be walking out here by yourself. You never know what's out there."
She smiled lightly, knowing that he meant nothing by what he said. "If you don't mind."
"No problem," he answered, glancing at his older friend. "Right, Dean?"
"Right," the older one, Dean, grunted.
Sam gave her an apologetic smile as she opened the door to climb in. As she settled in the backseat Dean accelerated quickly. She watched as the younger one turned to look at her again.
"I'm Sam," he offered before waving a hand at the driver. "And this happy guy is my brother Dean."
She noticed Dean give Sam a look before she turned back to the more talkative of the brothers.
"I'm Ashley."
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…ha! did you see that one coming? sighs actually you probably did but i still feel clever. anyway here's my little author's note.
ummmm…this is my first fanfiction (well at least the only one ive posted and intend on finishing). rolls eyes i have a serious problem with getting writer's block. anyway reviews would be great and would probably help with my drive to write.
well thanks for reading and loving the winchester boys along with me…especially dean…yum.