Disclaimer: I don't own SN! Now, don't make me say it again! It hurts so...
Hey everyone! Another story, i hope you like this. This is short, as it is more of an intro. So please R&R!
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Chapter 1: You're dead
It was a mistake what happened all those years ago but...every action has a consequence...
"Dean! Wait up!" the young woman yelled as she ran through the hall way
It was their graduation party and the shouts and cheers could be heard from out back. Dean ignored everything but the sound of her shoes hitting the floor, aware of how close or far she was getting.
"Dean, please!" she yelled again and he stopped walking, letting her catch up with him, "Dean, what did you mean back there? That I'm different?"
Dean looked her in the eye, "No more mind games!" he barked, making her jump, "I know what you are."
She looked at him confusedly, "What? What I am? Dean-"
"Save it! I have to admit... you played me good. Toyed around with me, and I never knew...but now I know."
"Dean-" she began but was caught off as he stuck the athame deep into her stomach
She gasped for air and looked down at Dean's hand; covered in her blood. Dean looked down at her and she fell into him. His lip began to quiver and he fell to the floor with her.
"She- She- She's not supposed to bleed," he looked down at her again, "Oh God... Oh my God..."
"Dean... What did you do?" John asked softly as he stood over his son
"I- I- didn't know," tears streaming down his face, "I thought- I- Oh my God..."
He stood up and ran down the hallway, leaving John to run after him.
Dean awoke with a start and looked around the room. Sam was sleeping soundly in the next bed over and Dean could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He sighed heavily and got out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, he shut the door and turned on the faucet. He covered his shaking hands in the cold water and splashed it on his face. Looking up at the mirror, he saw her face and his eyes widened.
"Dean," he heard her soft voice whisper
"Stop, go away! Stop it god damn it! You're dead!" he yelled and looked again to see nothing but him
Soft foot steps padded to the bathroom and Sam was standing in the door way. His hand in his hair and a tired features on his young face.
"Dean? You alright?" he asked groggily
Dean took a deep breath, "Yeah Sammy...I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah kiddo," Dean said with a fake grin and Sam sighed
"Whatever," he said, "Can I use the bathroom?"
"Oh yeah...sorry."
When Dean didn't make a move Sam raised an eyebrow, "Can you leave?"
"Oh! Sorry!"
Dean hurried out of the bathroom and back into bed; hoping for a blissful sleep.
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alright, i hope you liked the first chappie. Please review and stay tuned!
