Hey, everyone. I am posting my new ff entitled VOODOO.. I had chapter one already on but I've decided to make some changes to the story, so I pulled it. I have no idea what I'm doing, I want everyone to know that up front. I am a total moron when it comes to the this site, so ya'll bear with me. I want to thank Carocali for all her help in getting this up. I want to thank her for proofing my story for me also. I hope everyone likes it. Please read and review. It's very important to me. I hope you enjoy. I've enjoyed several stories on here already and can't wait to read more.

sheila

Fan Fic

Supernatural

VOODOO!

Chapter 1

Sam and Dean sat at a bar on Bourbon Street drinking a beer. They talk about a new gig that Dean found for them. Sam was not happy, but listened to his brother anyway.

"Ok" said Sam, "Why are we even here Dean?"

"Well, you remember when I first came to see you at your apartment?"

"Yes, I remember," replied Sam. "How could I forget? You came into my apartment in the middle of the night without knocking. You scared the crap out of me, dude."

"Forget about that for a minute, OK," Dean continued, sipping his beer. "Remember when we went outside to talk about dad and I told you that I was on a hunting trip by myself?"

"Yeah. It was something about voodoo and you went alone. Will you please get to the point?"

"I'm getting there dude. Just listen," stated Dean. "This morning I got a text message on my phone from the guy I helped. His name is Frank, and he sounded scared."

"What's he scared of?" asked Sam

"He said that a friend of his just up and killed himself, out of the blue for no reason," answered Dean.

"People don't just don't kill themselves for no reason. There has to be one."

"Frank said that his friend was a happy go lucky man and would never do anything like that." He leaned into Sam. "He said that someone or something caused his friend to die. I want to go help him man. We've looked into less."

Sam thought over the story. "Let's go see what we can do."

Sam and Dean left the bar and drove for about an hour to Frank's house. They arrived and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Dean's old friend.

"Hey Frank," said Dean, shaking the man's hand, "How are you man?"

"I'm ok I guess," remarked Frank, inviting them in.

Dean introduced Sam. "Frank, this is my brother Sam," he said. Frank shook hands with Sam.

"Hi" said Sam.

"Do you guys want something to drink?" Frank asked.

"Sounds good," said Dean and they followed him back into his kitchen where he made coffee. They sat down at the table.

Dean took a sip of coffee, ready to hear the story. "Tell us what happened. What's going on?"

"Voodoo" said Frank. "That's what's going on." Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Tell us," said Sam, anxious to hear the tale.

"My friend Tyler was a reporter for the New Orleans Times. He was doing this story on a man named Papa Theodore. This guy is a real peace of work," remarked Frank, taking in their expressions. "He is big into the occult and voodoo. I think he's like a priest or something, anyway, he's bad news. The locals are afraid of him. I think he's killed some people and Tyler was working on exposing him, but before he could, he died."

"But I thought you said that he killed himself," queried Dean.

"No," said Frank, "I said that people are saying that he killed himself, but I think that Papa Theodore caused him to kill himself."

"What do you mean?" asked Sam getting more intrigued. He also had a bad feeling but didn't say anything.

"Tyler was about to go to the police with some information that would put Papa Theodore away for good," continued Frank, "but three nights ago he came to see me first. He wasn't acting right. He was real spooked, so we talked awhile. He said that the night before, right after he ate supper he went to sleep and had this really bad dream."

"About what," the boys asked in unison.

Frank looked at the two, taking in the scene. "He said it was about demons and it scared him good. The next morning he woke up with this awful headache. He went over to his window to open his curtains to get some fresh air. Then he saw it."

"Saw what," Sam asked. The bad feeling he was having was getting stronger, but still he decided not to say anything to Dean. It was just a feeling.

"Tyler said that hanging from his window was the head of a freshly killed boar." Frank shivered at the comment. "There was blood everywhere. It really scared him. He said he thought that someone put something in his food to cause him to have that dream, and also to keep him from waking up while they hung that thing outside his window."

Dean blew out a breath and looked at his brother. "I think I'm gonna need something stronger than this coffee dude," Frank got up and got Dean a beer.

"That is one of the signs of voodoo," said Sam, jumping into research mode. "The boar meant that your friend had been marked for death.."

"That's what I figured too," said Frank returning to his seat. "He told me that he wanted to show me something, so that if anything happened to him, I could take the stuff he found to the police. I told him nothing was going to happen to him but he shrugged me off and said he would be right back." The man paused and looked them in the eyes. "He went out to his car, but he never came back."

"What do you mean he never came back," said Dean.

"Just what I said. He never came back. After a few minutes I looked outside and saw him standing next to his car with the door open, just staring inside. He wasn't moving so I went out to check on him." Frank continued the story, seeming lost in his words. "I called his name but he didn't answer. I went over to his car and called him again, but he still wouldn't answer. I looked inside the car to see what he was staring at."

"What was it," asked Sam.

"It was a doll and it was lying on the front seat of his car."

"What kind of doll," inquired Dean.

"It looked like one of those voodoo dolls," recalled Frank. "It had Tyler's face and there was a pin sticking out of its head. I tried to get Tyler to come away from the car but he wouldn't budge. It was almost like he was in some kind of trance. I grabbed his arm to pull him away from the car but he just looked at me. He was scared man, real scared."

"What happened next?" asked Sam with even more unease.

"He looked at me with fear in his eyes. He asked me if I heard the music," answered Frank, thinking through the moment. "I told him I didn't hear anything, that there was nothing there, but he insisted that he heard music and that Papa Theodore was coming after him. I tried to grab his arm again, but this time when he looked at me, it was like he didn't know me. He looked right through me at somebody else. He didn't recognize me." The man shook his head in disbelief. "Suddenly, he screamed, grabbed his head and ran across the road to the cliff. I took off running after him, but it was too late. I didn't reach him in time and he fell to his death." Frank put his head in his hands, pushing back the pain. "I looked over and he was lying at the bottom of the cliff. The doll was lying on his chest, but I swear Dean, we never took the doll out of the car! There was no way it could have gotten there." He looked from Sam to Dean, hoping for some answers. "Everybody said that he killed himself, but know better. I saw it and he was killed!"

The Winchester boys listened, absorbing the story. Dean was the first to comment. "Here's what you're going to do. You're gonna stay right here at your house and your not gonna go anywhere. Sam and I are going to take care of this."

Frank smiled and released the breath he was holding. "Thanks."

Dean looked over at Sam. His brother was sitting in a chair staring off into space. "Sam! You ok man."

Sam shook his head to clear his mind. "Yeah, I'm ok," he said to Dean. "I just zoned out for a minute."

Dean looked at his brother with a little concern and said, "Well come back to earth. Ok." Sam looked at Dean and gave a quick smile.

They finished up their beverages and headed to the door, reassuring Frank that everything would be ok and that they would be in touch. Frank watched them go, but didn't say anything, but then he grinned wickedly at the door. "I hope you're pleased with me Papa," he said, "because I'm delivering them right into your hands. I know I'll be rewarded for this." Frank laughed evilly.

On the other side of the city, miles away from Frank, Papa Theodore was preparing his altar. "Oh yes Frank, I'm very pleased with you. You're doing your job well." Papa Theodore walked over to the altar. There on top between the skull, candles and incense were pictures of Sam and Dean Winchester. Papa Theodore looked at the picture of Dean. "You should have stayed away son! You should have never come back here." He picked up the picture of Sam. "And you, you should have stayed at school and lived that normal life that you want so badly. My master has marked both of you for death! He will have his sacrifice! Neither of you will leave this city alive!" Papa Theodore threw back his head and laughed hideously as the master's plan began to take form. The brothers were right where he wanted them and there would be no escape this time.