AN: Thanks everyone for the reviews! Not bad for my first supernatural fic, but first, I have news.
MPORTANT: Kristin at E!Online has named the shows that are currently on the fence regarding a second season and Supernatural is one of them. She's asking that we email her at tvdiva at eonline dot com and put "Supernatural" in the subject line to cast our votes for the show we can't live without. The winner will get great publicity through E! and a plug to the decision makers! Supernatural has MADE THE FINAL FIVE! It's up to us to get it to win! Come on everyone, we can DO IT! We jumped the first hurdle, now let's win the race!
Also I noticed a lot more story alerts then I saw reviews. I want to know what you think of my story, so please leave a review. It only takes like 2 minutes to write down a quick review. Plus, I update faster with motivation.
Ok, now that I'm done with that…
Disclaimer:
Dean: If she owned Supernatural, we'd end up dead.
Sam: Not dead, just unable to move.
Me: Heh heh, don't listen to them, I don't own Supernatural!
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Chapter 2: Cannibalism
About an hour later Sarah had called the two brothers downstairs to dinner where they met her husband Richard. He nodded at them and sat down at the table, before they sat as well. The table was piled with friend chicken, mashed potatoes, and freshly baked biscuits.
Tennessee after all, did love their home-cooked meals.
Unfortunately the dinner was not a comfortable one, considering the conversation they had to continue over it.Because Dean was to busy eating like he'd not had food in over a week, Sam decided to take control of the interrogation.
"So, Matt stuck to home most of the time?"
Sarah looked slightly surprised for a moment, but then shook her head. "Um, no. There is this house…he spent quite a bit of time there. He said there was something about it." She took a bite of mashed potatoes. "Rumors have always been that it's haunted, but I don't think Matt believed in that stuff."
Dean and Sam shared a look.
"Well, we better turn in. Got to get an early start tommorow," Sam said, and him and Dean stood up.
Sarah smiled slightly. "Sleep well," she said, eyes traveling to Sam then lingering on Dean. A flash of lightning and crash of thunder that made the windows shake surprised all of them. It also reminded Dean that that was the reason they were there, otherwise they would be in a motel right now.
He honestly wasn't sure which he preferred at the moment.
As Dean and Sam got ready for bed, Dean briefly wondered if he'd have another nightmare like last night. He quickly pushed the thought away. He wasn't likely to have another dream like that, maybe it had been the burger he had had twenty minutes before he went to bed. That was the bad thing about moving so often, he had to eat a few minutes before going to bed. Everyone knew eating before you went to bed could cause weird dreams…right?
Right, of course.
So Dean adjusted his pillow, glanced at Sam (who was already asleep) and settled down for what he believed would be a peaceful night of slumber.
Dean groaned and slowly opened his eyes, but wished he hadn't. As soon as he did his vision swam before him. For a moment he didn't know where he was. As his eyes adjusted, he looked up to see Sam a few feet in front of him, tied to a chair.
"Sammy!" yelled Dean, and moved to rise from where he sat but found he couldn't. He glared at the ropes binding him to the chair and rubbing his wrists raw. "Are you okay?"
Sam didn't say anything, just stared at him with those big, scared, eyes. There was a trickled of blood running down his face, but he otherwise seemed unharmed. Dean on the other hand, felt a burning flash of pain rise up his arm every time he went to try and move it.
Panting, he tried to work his hands into a position where he could get at the ropes. Before he could do anything though, he heard footsteps.
A shadowy figure had stepped into the doorway, a long, shiny, silver knife clutched in their hands.
Dean briefly wondered how the hell they had gotten there before glaring at the figure. "What the hell are you trying to pull?" he asked, but the man (as Dean could now tell once he had stepped forward) simply ignored him and walked towards Sam. "What are you doing? Stay away from him!"
But the man once again ignored him, and bent down eye level with Sam. Then he smiled a cold bone-chilling smile, one that made even Dean shiver in the stiffening hot room. The man took Sam's face and brought it close to his own, looking closely at the blood running swiftly down his face. Taking his finger, he wiped a bit off before putting it to his mouth and licking the blood off. Dean cringed in disgust and watched his little brother shudder at the contact.
"Don't touch him you sick freak!" Dean shouted, tugging uselessly at his restraints. The man glared and stood up, walking up to Dean. He stared at him hard before lifting his hand and hitting him sharply in the jaw, causing Dean to groan with pain and Sam to growl in anger. The man then pulled Dean's chair closer, so he could see Sam closely. He then fingered his blade affectionately and plunged it into Sam's shoulder.
Sam shouted in pain and the man lowered his head to the wound, lapping up the blood hungrily and smirking at Dean. Sam groaned as the man nibbled on the punctured skin. Dean was thrashing more then ever against the ropes, so much he could feel the blood leaking off his wrists. "Don't touch him you asshole! Keep away from my brother!"
The man smirked wider and said his first words to them, so cold and cruel that it made both Winchesters unconsciously shudder. "You're next."
Dean sat up swiftly in bed, gasping for air and once again covered in sweat. He quickly looked across the room to where Sam was supposed to be sleeping, but he wasn't there. "Sam?" Dean asked, panicked. He jumped up and looked around the room to make sure he hadn't missed him. "Sammy?"
Exiting the room, Dean stalked down the hall, still looking for Sam. It had been so real, so distinct. He needed visual confirmation that his brother was alive and well.
When he reached the stairs he could suddenly hear Sam's voice saying something downstairs. He glanced down the staircase and saw Sam standing at the foot of the stairs with his back to him, saying something to Richard. Dean felt his tense muscles relax and quietly backed up towards their room.
Once he reached it he let himself sink heavily down to his bed. What was going on with him?
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Half an hour later (after Dean had composed himself and was now making sure they had all their necessary items packed) Sam came upstairs to tell him Sarah had made them breakfast before they left. Dean grinned at the thought of another homemade meal and almost dashed down the stairs, much to Sam's amusement.
Sarah had made freshly baked biscuits, gravy, eggs, ham, and bacon. It never ceased to amaze Dean or Sam how well they ate down in the south. When Sarah finally finished putting the food on the table, she sat down silently in front of Dean. As everyone started eating she smiled happily at Dean and Sam. "Sleep well?" she asked. Her eyes rested briefly on Sam before sliding slowly to Dean. Sam came in with a chipper "yes" while Dean just slowly nodded.
It would be rude not to and he didn't want to worry his brother.
After breakfast was finished, the two brothers retreated to their rooms to discuss the latest break in the case.
"Well, she told us (even if she didn't realize it) why Matt is missing," Sam said, as they packed up the few things they had brought in for the night.
"Yeah," Dean muttered distractedly. Something just seemed off about this…but he couldn't point his .45 at it. It was really beginning to frustrate him. He glanced up to see Sam watching him curiously. "But we still don't know where it is," he added.
"So we should ask if she knows where this place is, just make sure we mention it's for investigation purposes," Sam confirmed. Dean nodded, and the two brothers headed downstairs.
She quickly told them where the house was ("she sure knows the area," Sam had commented) and the two thanked her and her husband before leaving.
It was time to figure out what they were dealing with.
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I know, short, but I really wanted to get this out, mostly for the AN at the beginning. Until next time, please review!
