A/N
First Fanfic ever… yes I'm still learning how to do all the things on the site. I love reading all the stories and I figured I owe it to you to at least TRY to write one. I know it's probably the worst you've read. But I suck at writing and I have no idea where this is going. It's just going… Murphy's is a real place in California, as well as this ranch actually. Nina is made up character, although based on someone I know. But the name isn't mine either.
Oh and any one who knows how I can add notes and stuff after the stories been loaded PLEASE tell me… it would really help.
Chapter One
Dean kicked the door and held the shotgun up. He wasn't sure what was behind the door, but he sure as hell wasn't taking any chances. Maybe, if he was lucky, that damned son of a bitch would be behind it and he'd catch him off guard. He'd take him with one shot, and that'd be the end of it, Dean could happily walk out and go back to the house for a quick shower and a nap. Of course, that was assuming that the bitch was behind the door, and that Sam would let him take the shower first. Sure he had his older brother pulls, but Sam also had his baby brother pulls. Hell, Dean's chances of getting the shower first were pretty good; it was the nap part that would be skeptical. He pushed aside those distracting thoughts and slammed the door again with his foot. This time, it came free; swinging forward with such great force that damned bitch would've lost their footing if they'd been behind the door. But that was it, if they had been behind the door; it was that simple. No one was behind that damned door.
One week prior…
Sam woke up as the gorgeous '69 impala came to a sudden halt. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the light that soon flooded his vision. Being able to focus again, he looked over to his left. Dean was sitting with one hand on the wheel, the other waving frantically in the air matching his screams.
"That fucking asshole, learn how to fucking drive!" He hadn't noticed Sam's awareness being back. "Come on. Get the fuck up and move. Some of us have important things to do, like fucking killing bastards. Oh no, don't worry I won't hesitate to come after your ass if I find one fucking scratch on my car!"
"Dean…" Sam said through his brother's screams.
"Oh, you're awake." Dean said quietly as he swung his head around and glanced at the fully awake brother beside him.
"Yeah, it was kinda hard not to wake up while you're screaming or slamming on the brakes…"
"Sorry… that bastard doesn't know how to drive."
"Yeah, okay whatever. Where are we?"
"We're in Murphy's… where ever the fuck that is."
Sam pulled the map up and starting looking for their location. Looking back and forth between the directions the old man had given him and the map, Sam finally concluded they were only twenty minutes away from the ranch.
"We're in California still, don't worry. We're about twenty minutes away…"
"Okay Sam, tell me again why we're going to some ranch in the middle of nowhere?"
"Well, this old friend of dad's daughter called and said she was having some trouble up at her parents old ranch. I don't know what it is, but apparently we agreed to go. We're almost there so just keep driving, unless of course you want me to drive the reminder of the way…"
"Shut up."
Sam folded up the map, and glanced out the window. It was gorgeous here, regardless of the fact that they had no idea this town had even existed. It was nearing the end of September, so things were starting to get a little chilly, and the mountains even had little bits of snow on them. They were coming around the hill as Sam gasped at the sight before him. To the left of the impala was a valley, still green and fresh looking with trees everywhere, the tops of the trees were outlined with a hint of orange as the sun started to set.
"Nothing like night to come over you when you're heading out to a messed up ranch in the middle of nowhere," Dean said with a smirk.
"You know Dean; this is the kinda place I'd want to spend a month in. Beautiful here, I just wish…" Sam's voice trailed off as he realized that the words that were about to come out of his mouth were along the lines of 'Jessica was here so we could enjoy it together.'
"You just wish…" Dean said, still watching the winding road.
"I just wish we didn't have to be hunting, that's all." Sam quickly covered up with a lie.
"Yeah well one day, when we've killed every living bastard out there, you can come back here and I'll drop you off." Dean taunted.
"Dean, you honestly can't tell me you don't appreciate places like this. Actually you know what, don't even answer that."
Dean looked over at Sam who had gone back to staring out the window, they were probably only fifteen minutes away now, but it would be a silent fifteen minutes. Dean drew his eyes back to the road, it really was beautiful there, but he wouldn't say it. Some girl he had never heard of before, or her father for that matter, had called and said their dad's were friends and she needed help. Sure it was enough for the boy's to go on, dad's friend needed help, but Dean hadn't even considered which friend it was until they were half way there. He shifted from his thoughts again, but still vaguely aware of where he was going.
"There." Dean looked up to see a huge black gate. It was dark and hard to make out, but they had been lucky Sam had been looking out the window or else they would've driven right past it and wouldn't have found it until morning. The black gate was held up by two stone walls, they didn't go anywhere, about five feet to each side, but they ended and continued as a simple barbed-wired fence. The impala came to a stop as Sam threw the door open and walked towards the gate. Looking around, he headed towards the lock that held the gate firmly shut. It was funny, how such a little lock could hold a huge gate shut like that, but it did and Sam didn't hear anyone else laughing. Unlocking the gate with the stupid code the yet to be named girl had given them, Sam pushed the gate just far enough to let the impala by. After shutting it once again and making sure that stupid little lock was holding it shut, Sam seated himself back in the car.
The boy's continued to drive down the long driveway towards the house. It was still silent in the car, but both boys' were thinking the same thing. "Damn. How fucking big is this place?" It had been ten minutes, and they still hadn't reached any sort of house. They had passed a small barn, a bunch of warehouses, taken a left after that and continued until they crossed a very small and stupid bridge. To the left, they could see a little cabin approaching, but it wasn't the right one. They took the right instead of driving towards the little cabin, and soon faced a much bigger house.
"Hey, I thought you guys wouldn't come." A voice said as they neared the house. Both boys' looked towards the house as they saw a figure walk towards the still running car. Dean shut the engine off, and quickly made his way out of the car and to the passenger's side.
"Hey. Sam and this is Dean." Sam said as he gestured towards Dean. They could see the girl in the light now; she had dark brown hair that reached her just past her shoulders with those adorable side bangs. She was wearing BKE Jeans that were slightly faded and ripped with maroon polo shirt. How she wasn't wearing any shoes or a jacket in the cold night, the boy's didn't know.
"Glad you guys could make it. Sorry, Nina." She introduced herself as she grabbed the bags from Dean and walked inside before either could protest. Dean followed closely behind her heels, and soon got a better look on her. She was tan, but that orange fake tan most girls had, no she was naturally tan. She wasn't close to being "black" but she wasn't anywhere close to being "white" either. She was just tan and that was it. She wasn't very tall either, just tall enough to reach Dean's shoulders. Neither of the boys failed to notice she was pretty, but she wasn't gorgeous.
"So tell me again, how did our dad's know each other?" Dean asked with a skeptical tone causing Sam to glare at him a little. Yes Dean, way to jump right in. No small talk was needed where Dean was concerned.
"I never told you actually. But really, they were friends a long time back. Before either of our parents were married, back in college. I mean they didn't go to the same college or anything like that. They were just friends living in two completely different states. I think it was on one of those crap trips where they make you visit other schools that they met. I honestly don't know and didn't care to listen any time Dad told stories. I just remember they were friends, and then they stopped talking." This caused Dean to raise an eyebrow and glance at Sam. Okay, if they were friends a long time back, and hadn't talked in very long, how did this girl know to get help from them? Let alone get their number…
"Anyways, as I was saying. A couple months ago John just randomly stopped by or something. Dad hadn't seen him in years, and they just spent a couple nights catching up. I wasn't really interested in him at all, it's just I heard your dad's stories about your mom and what you guys do. He said stuff about not really telling anyone before, but I guess our dad's used to be close cause they were telling each other everything. So my parents have had this place for a while, and well they don't come up here anymore but I've always loved it here. So a friend and I were up here the other weekend just relaxing after a long week and we were eating dinner in front of the TV. She got up to go get something, and before I knew it I heard a scream. I ran into her room, but that was it. She was gone. I got a little creeped out and went home. I don't know, and your dad was still around telling stories. I kind of left stupid because apparently she had just ended up back at home and hadn't even remembered coming up here, so I thought it was imagining it. Well if I was just imagining it, it would be okay to come back right? So two days ago I come back with several more friends, you know just in case. But we were all chilling on the couch yesterday and I got up and left. Heard screams, and everyone was gone. Couple hours later I get a call, they are all back at home fine never remembering a thing. But first of all, I was still here. So I know I wasn't imagining it. But a couple of days ago your dad had left, he also left his number just in case. Dad gave it to me, and I found your number and called you guys up."
"Wait, so nothing happened to any of your other friends? Just ended up back at home without a scratch?" Sam asked as he glanced up at Dean to see if he was getting the same idea.
"Yeah pretty much," Nina looked up hoping to get a reaction, but looked back down at her shoeless feet when she found herself waiting for more silence.
"Okay. So no one has died, no one's been hurt. Just disappearing, and then reappearing?" Dean asked but more stated.
"Yeah I guess. Look I know most of the stuff you guys deal with is like people dying and stuff, but I don't know. I was scared, and I had just met your dad, the opportunity was there so I took it."
"Okay, okay. We'll hang around a couple days, doesn't hurt seeing how nice this place is. And if nothing happens, we're out of here. Otherwise we'll take off and that'll be that." Sam decided glancing between the two people in the room to see if his idea was going to float.
"Okay," Nina said as she continued to walk down the little hall and drop the boy's bag in a room. Sam looked around the room. Everything was connected to this one room, the kitchen to the right, and the hallway to the left leading to three bedrooms, but rooms each laid hidden behind walls, but the hallways leading to the rooms left the house feeling open like everything could be seen if all the doors were open and you were standing on one side of the house. Nina came back down the hallway to the middle room where Sam and Dean still stood, and as she was about to ask them if she could get them anything to drink, the phone rang. Dean watched as her face turned into a pout and she walked back towards the phone.
"Hello?" Her voice said cordially. As soon as she had picked up the phone, she slammed it down.
"Is everything okay?" Sam said looking up from his daze of getting to know the house.
"Um, no. You know that friend I was talking about, the first one that came with me? Well, she's dead." She spoke in a monotone. It was almost as if she didn't care, or was expecting it.
