Why Here?
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Summary: It was in March of 1879 that Matthias Schambacher died, taking his murdering legacy down with him, but now, almost 130 years later, his legacy lives on in another.
A/n: Okay… This is my first attempt at a Supernatural Fic… I have seen five episodes of the show, so I'm not sure how down the characters are. Feel free to tell me to change anything… within reason. If you want any serious back story on what the legend of this creepy dude is, feel free to ask, it is a pretty well known legend around here.
Just as a warning, I have absolutely no life until April… so the updates may be few and far between.
Set After: The Benders
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now… but I am putting my own spin on the ghost story.
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"Sophia Quinby"
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The all too familiar squeal of windshield wipers wiping the water away from the windshield so the driver could see properly reached the ears of young Jacob Quinby. He wasn't all too young, but he wasn't all too old either. No. Jake was nestled right in the middle at seventeen years of age.
The rain pounded harder on the soft-topped roof of his father's 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. It was the only thing remaining in the driveway, and as much as Jake hated to drive the damn thing, this was important. Very important. Apparently he was the only member of his family smart enough to stay away from Hawk Mountain on a rainy March night. His parents and younger sister, Sophie, had traveled up there because it was the only free night to retrieve Sophie's backpack. And Jake had gotten that call that the car had broken down.
While there was still some snow on the ground driving up the mountain, the temperatures were too warm, and all the snow turned to rain. Rain. Dark. Kittatinny Ridge. Those three things together were never good. Ever. Throw in the really old piece of shit car he was being forced to drive with sticking breaks and a possible leaky roof, and this wasn't the most pleasant situation that Jake could have found himself in.
But right now, his main priority was getting up the mountain without dying. He had grown up in this area, and lived here all seventeen years of his life, and he knew the local lore. Better than most people around here, because he was interested in it. He knew the legends that surrounded the serene yet beautiful Pennsylvania Appalachian mountainside.
He accelerated.
He couldn't believe his parent's car had broken down. And of all places for it to break down. Why here?
The car stalled. "Son of a bitch!" Jake cursed angrily. This piece of shit was not gonna fail him now. It wasn't allowed to. He didn't want to be stuck here. No. Not here. He stepped on the brake to keep it from sliding down the incline and turned the car off. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down before trying to start again.
No luck. Shit.
Slowly, Jake turned the engine off. The rain seemed to have gotten louder without the sound of the engine to drown it out. A crash of thunder, a bolt of lightning. Jake was just a little terrified at the sight he just realized he had gotten stuck outside of. Of all the places. WHY HERE!
Why here?
On the right hand side, right out the passenger's window, the off white building grew up unnaturally out of the woods. The most 'haunted' place nearby. The Schambacher House… A shiver ran down the teen's back. No one in their right mind would want to even drive past this place at night. Not after all the shit that had gone on there.
And now, Jake was stuck, right in front of it. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and opened it. No reception. What a shocker.
Things were just getting better and better, weren't they?
Jake threw the phone into the passenger seat. He was beginning to feel a little disturbed. Being this close to the house was a bit unnerving.
A loud scream reached his ears. His muscles tensed. Screaming was never a good sign, but here… right here… it was a horrible sign.
Jake slowly pulled off his seatbelt. As terrified as he was, someone was in trouble. No one would scream like that just for the hell of it. He opened the car door and got out. Within a second of being out in the elements, Jake was completely soaked. Thunder sounded, making him jump slightly. He couldn't believe he was this jumpy.
Suddenly, the car door slammed just as a light went on in the Schambacher house. Oh… shit… Jake tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
How could he have been this stupid?
Jake began shivering. It was colder than he thought. That mixed with the bad feeling growing inside of him made him want to die, right there, on the spot.
The sound of a grinding wheel reached Jake's ears above the rain. Then he heard something being sharpened. He could feel his heartbeat racing. He heard the scream again.
Shaking, the seventeen year old walked over to the window that he could see the light coming through.
The sharpening stopped and the same high pitched scream entered into Jake's consciousness Through the window he could see everything. He saw very tall man with an axe slung over his shoulder, walking towards a little girl who was cowering in the corner. Jake wanted to call out, do something. It was Sophie. He'd recognize those blonde curls anywhere.
"SOPHIE!" he shouted.
He knew what was going to happen right before it happened as the screaming got louder and louder. He continued yelling, but it didn't do any good. His eyes closed tightly as the screaming stopped. Slowly the teen sunk down into the muddy snow.
That had not just happened. Jake's shaking got worse. He should have done something. His parents should have done something. Where were his parents?
Why hadn't he done anything to help her? The thought plagued him. Tears mixed with the rain, as terror filled him even more. He couldn't bring himself to move when he heard a door slam. He tried to, but his body had absolutely no will to do it.
"Well… what do we have here?" a voice said slowly. Jake looked up. It was the man, the axe slung over his shoulder, rain washing the blood from it.
Jake was about to say something to him along the lines of "asshole" or "fuck you" but he never got the chance.
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One Week Later
Dean Winchester accelerated. He wasn't about to admit it, but he was lost. And since Sam was asleep, he wasn't about to wake him up. Not right now. He didn't sleep enough.
He knew he was driving around in circles, but once one got up into the wooded Appalachian mountains, everything looked the same. He hadn't been to Pennsylvania in a while, and needless to say… it all still looked the same.
And the rain didn't help. There were no cars around for Dean to follow to a gas station or anything. There was just… trees. And more trees.
And needless to say. Dean was sick of looking at trees. His eyes moved over to his brother's sleeping form. At least there was one thing that wasn't the same. Something different. Sam was normally the one telling him which way to go.
Maybe that was why they were lost.
Dean's thoughts drifted to the task at hand. Trying to find the local police office. Apparently, there had been a number of disappearances in the past few weeks, only yielding one survivor. And he wasn't in any condition to talk… or so the papers said.
But newspapers were full of shit. He had been up here with his father before, but nothing too strange had been happening.
Now this… this seemed a little more than strange. But it was Sam's job to do the research. Dean just took names, kicked ass, and still looked devastatingly good looking after doing it. Researching just wasn't what he did.
Suddenly, Dean's mind actually drifted back to what he was supposed to be doing. Driving. Lucky thing too.
Dean slammed on the brakes, sending Sam flying forward. The car came to a halting stop.
Sam's eyes groggily opened. "What? What's going on?"
Dean 'shhhh'ed his brother for a second. Standing out in the middle of the road, in the rain was the soaking wet form of a little girl. He could barely make her out. He had almost hit her.
"What the…" Dean said, before slowly unbuckling his seat belt.
"What's going on Dean?" Sam asked again, this time sounding more awake.
"There's a girl… in the middle of the road…" Dean said.
"Yeah… right…" Sam said. He figured that Dean was just trying to come up with a way to wake him up without having to do too much work.
"I'm not joking Sammy…" Dean replied sharply, getting out of the car into the rain, before Sam even had a chance to tell him not to call him 'Sammy.'
Dean walked slowly out into the rain. It was coming down pretty hard and the girl was just standing there in the middle of the road. In a bad attempt at trying to judge her age, Dean guessed she was about seven. Maybe a little older. "Are you okay?" he shouted through the rain.
The girl just stood there, staring blankly, but looking right at him.
Dean walked a little closer. She was a little girl, what harm could she do? "Dude, are you okay?" he asked once again.
There was still no response from the girl. She looked human enough. Dean walked a little closer so he was about a yard away from her. He was getting soaked, but for some strange reason, he found himself not caring. He squatted down so that he was eye level with the girl.
"Are you gonna answer me?" Dean asked, this time his voice a little softer. He wasn't very good at dealing with kids. "I'm not gonna hurt you…"
It was at those words that the little girl threw herself at him, latching her small arms around his neck. "All right, that's enough now…" Dean said, trying to get the girl to let go, but she wouldn't move.
Slowly, he picked her up. There was something fishy definitely up with this. Dean made his way back to the car, walking over to the passenger side.
"Move over and drive Sammy…" Dean said simply, getting in and attempting to push his brother over. The little girl still wouldn't let go of him. Something horrible must have happened.
So many questions ran through Dean's mind.
Who was this girl?
Why was she walking around in the rain?
Where were her parents?
Why the hell wouldn't she let go of him?
"What the…" Sam asked, but Dean cut him off.
"Just drive!"
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A/n: Okay, so there was my first attempt at a Supernatural fic. This will get longer, but I don't know how. Please tell me exactly what you think and especially things I can get better on.
I know I'm not very well in the minds of Sam and Dean, but I'm trying.
So please… review. The more reviews I get, it seems that I update faster.
