Shoot first, ask later
Summary: Prior to the Pilot. Dean, John and female OC. Dean & his father get to know a very strange creature while investigating a lake.
Disclaimer: I don´t own Dean (I wish), Supernatural or any character on it. Please don´t sue! I´m just having fun!
Comment: Rated M for swearing and some violence. English is my second language, please don´t be mad if you find some terrible grammar mistake or something! Oh, and please review. Writing in a language that´s not your own, about people of a culture you never experimented and set in a country you´ve never been to can be hard. : )
Chapter 1
Sheridan was lurking behind the huge trees of that ancient Forest. It wasn´t late in the afternoon, but the forest was dark and cold, the sun shining only through the leaves, making strange shapes on the ground.
A man dragged the woman by her hair, and she screamed and kicked the air around, desperate for freedom, every bit of energy focused on getting away. The man suddenly stopped, thinking that there would be a great place to rape that gorgeous small woman. The lust was clear in his eyes, as clear as the desperate thoughts Sheridan knew was going through her mind.
She was doing way too much noise, and making it really hard, but that seemed to make him even happier. He strode her and punched her; the blood that spilled from her mouth made him laugh.
"What a weak little thing you are…".
He punched her again, and started stroking her. Her sobs and cries echoed through the air, but they were way too far into the woods for anyone to hear.
Sheridan knew that know was the time; the girl under that sickening man was scared enough to learn that it´s got to look after yourself and don´t be reckless. She sprung forward, with the grace and as silent as a predator, hitting him hard and rolling on the grass. She pinned him by his neck, her long nails deep in his skin, not really cutting them – yet. She looked to the woman in the ground, paralyzed by fear and disbelief.
"Get the hell out of here."
The poor woman didn´t need to hear it twice; she stood up shakily, the walking picture of a mess. In her dark eyes was the reflection of a scene she would never forget and never tell, she was sure about that, while running for her life.
"Now… what we´ve got here, you perv?"
The rapist looked into his attacker eyes; they were a bright, inhuman yellow, with a strange shape to the iris; she had a wicked smile that showed off two very sharp canine teeth. Other than that, she looked very much like a normal human being… and that was the last thought he had before having his heart pulled out by her very hands.
Another one down, thousands to go.
Dean sat in front of his father, in a small table in some diner, two cups of coffee on his hands. He gave his father one and held the other one with the two hands to warm it up. It was a cold, grayish day.
"Thanks, son. Look at this: 7 people went mad after going near this lake the north of Kansas" he pointed out in the map. "They were two cases; in one, a group ofs friends was on a pic nic and in the other, a few months ago, they just went for a swim".
"Do you think there´s something on the lake?" – Dean sipped his coffee, the strong green eyes fixed on the spot his father showed.
"Quite strange, isn´t it? People getting crazy for no reason?"
"It´s not far from here, let´s go take a look. This thing in the lake seems to be a freakin´ bitch."
"All right, I drive."
Another town, another one to go. Sheridan cleaned herself up by the lake. She had just hunted a small animal to eat. The blood on her hands and the dead, furless animal made her look strangely wild, contrasting to her delicate, pale complexion, blond hair and yellow eyes.
She looked around, trying to find a safe, warm place to sleep the night. A cave, some tall, large branch on a tree. She was used to not having a bed, blanket or whatever similar to confort. It was better this way – no money needed, no questions asked. How many decades was she living like that, anyway? There´s no place in the society for a 104 years old half-demon.
She saw a small cave entrance, hidden between rocks and strange half-dry bushes. Only keen eyes like hers could clearly see that entrance; would be a great place to light a small fire, burn her dinner and make the night warmer.
Walking slowly, cat-like smooth and silent steps, she suddenly felt a strange presence coming from that place. She wasn´t pure or innocent in any way, but that feeling was way more demoniac; without any reaction, she turned away. No need to anger any thing. A tree would do.
"Here you go, Mr. Kenobi."
"Thanks".
Dean got his keys winking to the clerk. Today he was Paul Kenobi. How did people believe the names? Well, he was glad the clerk did. Today he was a Jedi Master. The simple thought made him walk around with a smirk.
John nodded at him and picked a folder about trekking on the woods from the counter. Dean took off to their room.
"So, are there many tracks?"
The clerk looked around. Not seeing anybody but them, she said:
"Well, yes, but honestly, I wouldn´t go into the woods, you know."
"And why is that?"
"In the last two months, strange things happened. It´s all over the newspapers. I´m not supposed to tell you, my boss would get a bit pissed, after all it´s bad for the business, you know, no guests and all… but there´s something out there."
"What do you mean by strange? Broken bones? People can be reckless, specially when they´re young."
"No sir… I´m talking about people going mad. Something is going on in there, and this people have seen things that made them shut up and go crazy. Anyway, if really want want to go there, just avoid the track # 5, ok?"
"That´s really weird. You say it´s on the papers? I´ll take alook and I´ll avoid the track, don´t worry. Thank you."
"Thank you, sir. Have a nice stay!"
John took off to the room. The cheap motel was in a great place, between the city and the woods and that strange lake – which was part of the track # 5. He entered the room and heard the shower, and Dean´s things on one of the beds. He layed in the other one and closed his eyes. In a few minutes they would be out there, trying to figure it out. What was that thing? There were plenty of water demons, monsters or spirits of people that maybe drowned or were drowned, but they usually killed their victims. Living them alive but mad was a first.
Twenty minutes later, both Dean and John had showered. They went to the local sanatory, pretending to be scientists researching mind diseases, and tried to talk to the victims. It was useless. They didn´t talk, react, even acknowledge their presence there. It was like empty bodies. They stood sit, rocking back and forth, ocassionaly saying some empty words, like food, name of places they´ve never been to, and so on. The doctors said that they didn´t have a cue of what was going on there, so they had no idea if it was curable or a temporary situation.
"Tons of information from here, uh." - Dean said ironically as he sat at the drivers side.
"I´ve never seen anything like this. I guess we´ll have to check out the lake. What do you say?"
"The sooner, the better, in a couple of hours the sun´s gonna set."
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