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There's violence and explicit images. There's profanity and probably sex too so read at your own descretion.
I do not own Dean, Sam or anything you are familiar with. Kripke's the genius, blame him for my lack of payment.
This chapter will not involve Dean or Sam at all, kind of a prologue type thing. They'll show up sooner or later. Maybe, if I get enough reviews. Nothing mean, constructive criticism is allowed. Please, just don't bash me. It's mean and I'll probably say something mean back. Maybe. If you piss me off enough.
Anyway. Read. Review. Enjoy. Have fun. Fantasize. And all that other fun stuff.
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Chapter One: The Dream
There was the scent of smoke in the air and young little Maggie had no idea where it was coming from. The scent made her think of houses that caught on fire. Like the one on the news in Lawrence two weeks ago.
She jumped out of bed when she heard her father yell her mother's name. Was their house on fire? I couldn't be.
She ran down the hall to baby Michael's room. It was in flames.
"Daddy?" She asked. He simply stared in shock at the ceiling.
Her mother. Her stomach was slashed open. Blood dripping and beind consumed by the fire.
She looked at the crib. Mike. Her baby brother. She couldn't let him die. But it was hard for a four year old to realize her brother had already been burnt to death.
Her father grabbed her and carried out of the house in a dead run. When he got to the street they both looked up when the house was completely consumed by flames.
"Daddy. Mike and Lala are in there." She cried.
"Mike will be okay. And we can get Lala later."
He had lied. Mike was dead and her bear Lala was burnt just like everything else.
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Maggie woke with the heavy feeling that her brain turned to lead during the night. It was the dream again. What else was new? For twelve years now she'd dreamt of that hideous night. You'd think that at the age of twenty-one those childish dreams would leave her be.
A sound penetrated the dull throbbing of her head. At first she thought it was her dog, Devin. But then she realized that the mornful sound was coming from her roommate's bedroom. It was Erin, her sobs were growing more intense, even while it was clear she was trying to muffle them with her pillow.
Maggie forced herself out of bed, groaning and pulling on a pair of jeans. At Erin's door she took a deep breath and pushed it open. Erin saw her and attempted to dry her face using a corner of her sheet. And through the tears and red eyes she smiled, but she couldn't hold it for more than a fleeting second before her face crumbled again.
Maggie sighed and headed to the kitchen to fix her a cup of coffee. She knew why Erin was crying. Her boyfriend, Justin, had just been found the night before, completely mutelated. After fixing the coffee just the way her friend liked it she headed back to her room and sat on the edge of her bed, holding the mug in one hand and rubbing Erin's back with the other.
"I can't believe he's gone." Erin sobbed into the pillow. Tears filled Maggie's eyes and she sat the mug down on the night stand.
"I know, sweetheart." She said softly. "But there's nothing we can do now except try to make life better and help the police find who did that to him." She wasn't quite sure what she ment, she was simply trying to comfort her best friend.
Erin sighed and sat up. Grabbing the mug, she took a sip and looked Maggie right in the eyes.
"Look." Maggie said. "Why don't we go do something today. I can call in and take a day off. We could go for a walk, go to the gym, shop. Whatever you want to do."
"I don't want to do anything." Erin said after taking a gulp this time.
"If you don't you'll get depressed. You don't need that right now."
"I don't need anything right now except for Justin to still be alive." Erin said defensively.
Maggie gave up. "Okay then. I have to go to work. If you need me just call or stop by, okay?"
Erin nodded and layed back down. Maggie kissed her forehead and got up quietly. Erin would have to get up and out sooner or later. She just needed a little push. Hopefully. Maybe.
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At work Maggie kept loosing her concentration. She broken dishes at least ten time. God, maybe the death of Justin was effecting her just as badly as it was Erin. Or it was seeing her friend in so much pain.
"Honey?" A voice said from behind her.
"Hey, Lynn." Maggie said.
"Why don't you go back home. I can take care of things here. I'm sure The Red Rose can do without it's owner for one day." She said gentley. "You could use the rest, especially after last night. Besides, Erin needs you."
Maggie sighed. "You'd really do that for me?" She asked, turining to the older woman with hope in her eyes.
"Of course, you know how much I care about you two."
Maggie smiled and grabbed her purse. "Thank you so much, Lynn." She said and kissed her softly on the cheek. "I'll see you later."
"Okay." She said. "Why don't I stop by with some dinner for you two tonight."
"That would be great." Maggie said greatfully.
"It's no problem. Go on now, get." Lynn shooed her out the back door and laughed. That girl doesn't realize how much heart she really has.
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Maggie waked in the front door of the two bedroom apartment.
"Erin?" She said, why was it so quiet. "Erin?"
She walked towards the bathroom. It sounded like someone was in there, taking a bath. She knocked, no answer. Carefully she opened the door and frose in fright and shock. There was Erin. Completely mutelated, the same way Justin was.
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"Okay, now can you give us the details of what happened once you got back from work?" The officer asked.
"I already told ten of you." Maggie replied bitterly.
"I know, but we just need verification."
"Excuses, excuses." She said. "Don't you get that I lost two of my friends in less than twenty-four hours? How would you feel if everyone was questioning you about it?"
"I would cooperate." He said stiffly.
Maggie sighed and went into the description without emotion. "I unlocked the door. Noticed how quiet it was. Called her name a couple of times. Realized someone was in the bathroom. Knocked. No one answered and then I opened it."
"And you found Miss Davis?" He asked.
"Yes, completely mutelated. Just like her boyfriend."
"How do you know about him?"
"Because we both found him." She answered bitterly.
The officer nodded and walked away. Could Maggie's life possibly get any worse?
So there it is. I hope you guys liked the first chapter. I thought it kicked ass. Well, kind of.
Anyhow. If you want a mini-story scene thingy. Just ask nicely in a review. And. When I get. Hmmm, 7 reviews. I don't think I'm pushing it. Or am I?
Let's ask Dean...
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Author: Do you think there should be a chapter two?
Dean: Only if Maggie's hot and the thing killing them is evil.
Author: Well, naturally it's evil. They're beind murdered. More to the point. Mutelated.
Dean: I ment supernatural wise.
Author: Well, it's a story about you guys smart one.
Dean: Then make another chapter. I wanna know if this Maggie chick is hot.
Author: Then the readers better review, huh?
Dean: Yes, they better. Or else they'll find out the two scariest words in the english language.
Author: And what are they?
Dean: Dean Fucking Winchester.
Author: Ummm, that's three words.
Dean: Shut up.
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So, reviews. At least 7 and I'll update. I'm gonna laugh if I get all 7 from one person. Mainly cuz that's something I'd do.