The Offering

I sadly enough don't own anything really. Well Dean and Sam at least. The others I made up.

Chapter 1

The boy sat in the last car that wizzed through in the subway. Taking a seat he watched several other people take a seat along the last cart. There was an old man who was busy reading a newspaper, a girl chatting softly on her cell phone, a mother and her two rowdy children, and a muscular looking man in his early twenties. Before the doors completly closed, two men rushed inside looking around. One was slightly shorter than the other one with short gelled dirty blonde hair he had a large duffle bag that looked like it was filled to the max of whatever was in it. The other one was taller and had longer darker hair. He looked concered about something and took a seat in front of the boy who was accompanied by the shorter man.

The shorter one began to talk in a whisper. 'What makes you think that it's gunna show up here?'

The taller one looked at him to reply. 'C'mon Dean. This place is dark and empty besides the trains that rush through. It should be a perfect breeding ground for them.'

The man, Dean, snorted. 'And if we're wrong?'

'I doubt it. They need an offering tonight or they're going to suffer until the next time comes up'
The boy sat there listening to the conversation. He always was taught that it was rude to listen to peoples conversation, but it was a conversation that wasn't easy to ignore. These people sounded like freaks in his opinion, but it didn't matter seeing how he had seen plenty of freaks on the streets of New York, heck even his parents were freaks, but he just got used to it after a while.

The train rattled on and Dean and the taller man who he had yet to learn the name of yet continued to talk. 'Well, the offering needs to be a criminal right?' Dean asked looking around. 'These people don't really look like they've done much. I mean how could a gargoyle know what they've done when they live in the tunnels?'

The boy raised his eyebrows. Gargoyles? These guys had to be on crack or something.

'They're tricky. They can smell it and sense it off of you.'

'Well it's a good thing we took a shower.' Dean joked.

'That's not funny, Dean. It could just as easily take one of us. We need to be careful.'

'Sam, with all the misery you give off, I'm sure your stench will definatly drive these things off. And what are we waiting for anyways? We really can't just jump off this train.'

The boy really started to hear too much. He had to say something -or at least laugh in their faces.

'Are you guys serious.' He finally said.

Sam and Dean abruptly stopped what they were talking about and turned around.

'Dude!' Dean whispered to him sharply. 'Manners?'

The boy sank in his seat. 'Sorry.'

'What's your name?' Sam asked with a smile.

'My names Devon. Are you guys seriously serious? Gargoyles? Or are you all drugged out and feeling the aftermath of it or something?'

Dean rolled his eyes. 'Great a 10 year old thinks we're druggies. Well college boy, why don't you explain it to him.' He said nudging Sam.

'Hey man I'm like 17 okay? And yeah if were on the express way to hell, then I'd kinda like to know.' Devon said glaring at Dean.
He could tell Dean already didn't like him. Although he tried to act like he could care less, Devon would feel a lot better if he didn't hate him.

Sam raised his eyebrows and tried to hold in a chuckle. This kid reminded him of Dean already.

'Soo, what's about to happen here.' Devon said out loud. Dean shushed him and gave him a try-not-to-tell-everyone-on-the-train-look.

'Uh well, nothing maybe.' Sam began.

'But not technically. Technically, we all could be riding to our slow and painful deaths but hey- tutor girl here knows more than me'
Sam smacked Dean on the head. 'Dude, try not to look on the bright side huh?' He said sarcastically.
Dean huffed and turned around leaving Sam to explain what was going on. Sam just opened and closed his mouth several times and sat there Devon just raised his eyebrows and got closer to Sam. 'Yes..?' Devon said really wanting to know what the hell was going to take place.

'Okay well we..uh, well hunt.' Sam began. Devon just raised his eyebows higher as to keep Sam going.
'Like not your regular, everyday, Elmer Fud, Bugs Bunny type hunt you dig?' Dean said glancing over his shoulder.
'Right, in a sense.' Sam interjected. 'Ghosts, the paranormal. Right now, that would be a gargoyle.' Sam said lightly with a smile.

They sat there in silence as they passed through another tunnel.
'So this train ride isn't your average train ride huh?' Dean asked. 'I mean, how long have we actually been on this? I'd love for this gargoyle to come and attack us already.'

'Dean!' Sam shushed him. Sam looked at Devon and smiled 'Don't worry, most likely nothing will happen-'

But Sam was cut short as the train lurched forward knocking everyone out of their seats.

Devon looked up as the lights flickered and people fell onto the floor screaming. 'Sam!' He yelled trying to find where both brothers were. The there was a loud noise of metal spliting and more people screamed. The lights flickered back on and the train slowly came to a stop.

Devon looked up from his seat and examined what had just taken place. He shakily rose to his feet and looked towards the other end of the train. To his surprise, he could see the rest of the train rolling perfectly down the tunnel as if the cart they were in was never attatched to the other carts. The people he had seen before were all get up from the ground on which they had roughly fallen on. Sam was helping Dean up who pulled his arm away roughly. Sam just simple rolled his eyes and turned to Devon.

Just as he was about to say something, a loud shreek inturupted him. Everyone turned to face a girl who was on the cell phone earlier.
She was crouched down backing up from the window she was looking out of.

'What. The HELL. Is That?' She cried pointing out the window. Everyone slowly got closer also peering out into the darkness.

Dean and Sam pushed pass the rest of the people and went the closest to the window. Outside, in the darkness a figure could be hardly made out. But what stood out were a pair of yellow eyes. It also came closer to the window as if it was examining everyone on the train. Devon stepped closer to get a better view at the creature.

'Gargoyle.' Dean and Sam whispered to eachother which didn't stop everyone else to hear what they were saying. 'Are you guys insane'
The girl yelled with a had on her hip. They both just looked at her as if SHE was the crazy one.

'What do we do?' Asked Sam not taking his eyes off of the gargoyle. 'Kill it, Sam. That's what we do.' Dean replied. 'It's just sitting there.' Sam continued. 'I bet you it's trying to find a sacrifice, you know? Needs to sense everyone.' Dean thoguht out loud.

Dean looked closer to out the window and tried to study the gargoyle. Surprisingly, out of all the creatures and demons Dean had battled throughout all of his life, he had never hunted a gargoyle. Dean was so tranced by the gargoyles eyes and lost in thought, that he did even realize that it was reaching out to him. Sam saw this and grabbed Dean pulling him away from the window. Dean blinked wildly trying to come out of the trance. Then a deafaning cry called out from the gargoyle and it smashed through the window.

Time went slow as everyone tried to run for cover. People were screaming and running to sheild themselves from the beast and flying glass.
Sam ran and threw himself down along with Dean and Devon. Dean crouched down and rushed for his duffle bag. The gargolye was flying around frantically hitting the walls and the lights getting more angry by the second. Dean unzipped his bag and pulled out a sniper and shot up.

The gargolye stopped and looked at him menacingly. Dean stood straight up and pointed the sniper directly at the gargoyle. Without a moment to loose, he fired two shots at the beast who cried out loudly and fell to the ground in a heap. But only for a moment as it shot back up again and flew out of the window from which it came. It could be herd yelling out all the way down the tunnel as it swiftly flew back to where it came from.

The train became silent once again. Everyone was staring blankly out the window and at Dean who now slumped down into a seat and sighed.
All Dean could think about was what had just happened. He had a job, assigned by his father years ago. A job in which Dean was sworn to protect anybody who needed protection from any spirit, demon, or creature in which no sane person would think of believing of. And in this very instant, Dean swore to do all in his power to protect all these people on the train from whatever was about to go down.

Yay! My first chapter done to my first story. I'm working on my next chapter right now! I just need to know if you like it so review please