Summary: When Sam and Dean Winchester are once again on the radar of the FBI, they are set on avoiding Law Enforcement as long as possible. But Winchester Law dictates that what could go wrong, will certainly go to hell fast. Between strange creatures with weird side effects, God and his sister popping whenever they please and the law hunting them, they can't catch a break. FBI Agent Rose Andrews just wants to take a vacation from her life. And get her son far away while she is at it. Season 14 AU
Hello! This is Ryaden2u
This story is something I came up with to practice my English. I'm not a native speaker so bear with me and point out any mistakes you find. There's something vaguely resembling a plot, and I know more or less where I am going, but the story in general is something I think up as I write. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the OCs.
Dean looked behind him. The thing that was chasing him had red eyes, a furry face, and long, white sharped teeth. It looked like a cross between a werewolf and a lizard, and its penetrating eyes were burning holes into Dean's owns.
He didn't know what that thing was. He was expecting a werewolf, since the MO was the same, and it surprised him that the thing even was a thing. But with many years of experience, Dean wasn't faced. A little surprised, yeah, but not even in the least worried. He had formed a theory whilst running, and he was expecting Sam to have had the same thought.
While a werewolf can be described as wild, this thing has more self-preservation, so it couldn't be led to a trap. But, unlike the werewolves, the wolf-lizard-lookalike thing seemed to expect no fight from its victims, and it may have been the truth if the man chased was anyone but Dean.
With no panic whatsoever, Dean stopped running and faced the creature with a wild grin, his own sharp teeth showing a cocky smirk. A wicked-looking blade was held loosely on his right hand, while a gun was displayed on his left side. The creature stopped, maybe sensing that something was wrong, that the predator had changed.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Dean charged against the thing, the blade aimed at its neck. With quick reflexes, the creature sidestepped the blade, but no without consequences. The blade impaled itself in the thing's shoulder, prompting a loud, screeching sound come from its mouth.
"Take that, you son of a bitch!" yelled Dean, that crocked smile still gracing his face.
No more than two seconds later the smile disappeared, an unbearable pain cutting through his side. The thing was in front of him, large, sharped claws shinning in the darkness. Without further hesitation, Dean drew his gun, aiming at the thing's heart.
A loud bang could be heard on the clearing, but as nobody was around, it didn't even stir trouble.
But the beast only blinked, and with a loud roar, charged against Dean.
Cursing, Dean was going to start running again, when the sound of a branch breaking drew the attention of both the beast and Dean's. No more than three seconds later, a shot was heard, and then the creature laid dead at the feet of Sam Winchester, a shotgun held firmly aimed at the creature's head.
"The Head!" cursed Dean, holding his right arm, with an annoyed expression on his face "The fucking head was the weak point! It ain't even make sense!"
"It does make sense, Dean" say Sam, with his own brand bitch face "Since the creature is not a werewolf, if the heart doesn't do it, the head will do."
"You bitch" mock-yelled Dean "you were watchin' the whole time while I was bleeding to death and the thing was going to kill me" said while pointing at his injured arm.
"Of course, I was watching" said Sam with a pacifying tone "If not, I wouldn't know where to aim, and that on your arm is just a scratch."
"And what the fuck was that creature anyway?" asked Dean, ignoring the last part of what his brother said.
"If I have to guess" started Sam "I'd say is one of the weird creatures created by Eve some years ago, because there was no lore that matched it anywhere."
"Can I name it?" asked Dean, excitedly bouncing on his feet.
"Two words, Dean" answered an exasperated Sam "Jefferson. Starship."
"Awww, man" groaned Dean, punching Sam's arm "Whatever, let's get outta here" pause "Bitch."
"Jerk" bitch-faced Sam.
Later that day, Dean was pumping gas to his beloved Chevrolet Impala 67, when a loud crash was heard behind him. Without missing a beat, he drew his gun, careful as to not alert anybody about its hidden place and looked behind him to see what the commotion was about.
Inside the shop, there was a tall, slender guy with a mountain mask covering his face, aiming a gun to a scared looking clerk, who seemed no older than seventeen.
Reacting quickly, Dean ran toward the commotion, silently taking the safety off his gun as a precaution and aiming at the back of the tall guy. Tall guy didn't seem to notice the movement, but Clerk guy did, wide eyes looking towards Dean's gun. Luckily, he averted his gaze as to not tip Tall guy off, and without further hesitation, Dean said:
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" cocky smirk plastered on his face.
Tall guy didn't even have time to react to the quip, when he felt the back of a gun hit hard on his head, and he knew no more.
When Dean knocked off Tall guy, Clerk guy let a relieved sigh escape his mouth, glad that the situation was over, until he noticed that the blonde guy that saved his life didn't even attempt to put back his gun. Fearing the worst, he didn't relax until Blondie relaxed, put the safety back on and folded the gun between the layers of his leather jacket. Blondie looked back at him with concerned eyes and asked:
"Y'all right?"
"Yeah, I'm alright, completely and absolutely alright" Clerk guy's voice sounded a little hysterical, though Dean didn't blame him. Not everyone could shake off an attempt at their life with nothing but a shrug like him, so he didn't worry yet.
"Good, so… What's your name?" Smooth. Dean never was accused for being a calming presence.
"Name? Oh, yeah… Mike, my name is Mike" Said Clerk g… err Mike, looking towards the floor, and Dean could glimpse some tears forming in his eyes.
"Mike" said Dean soothingly. When the teen didn't react to his voice, he repeated the name more forcefully. Mike looked towards Dean reluctantly, wide eyes shining with supressed tears "You'll be alright, ya hear me? It was just a messed-up situation, but ya'll recover from this, 'cause your alive, and that should count for something, shouldn't it?"
"Y…yeah" hiccupped Mike, trying to hold back his tears "It's just, this is the f-first time s-s-something like t-this happened t-to me, and I didn´t know how to react, a-a-and is not as if I could defend myself either, so…"
"Hey, hey man, it's alright" said Dean, getting uncomfortable with the touchy-feeling situation, not one of his strong points. Wanting to end the direction which the conversation was turning, he said "I get it, but ya gotta be strong, 'cause if you're not, you won't get far, and if you wanna learn how to defend yourself, ya gotta be prepared to the thing life is gonna throw at ya" Sprouted Dean quickly, cringing when he rehearsed what he said in his mind.
"Thanks, I g-guess" said Mike, calmer now "And sorry for the, you know, spilling my guts and feeling towards you and all that."
"No problem" said Dean, relieved that the chick-flick moment was over "Just don't mention it."
"Oh, I can assure you I wouldn't spill any of what happened here to anybody" said Mike, reassuring "By the way, what's your name?"
"Dean Winchester" said Dean without thinking "Thanks man."
"I should be the one thanking you" pointed out Mike "Not the other way around."
"It was no problem at all" said Dean, and with that said, he left to look for Sammy and his Baby.
As he was driving down the road, Dean couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding. There was something he was missing, some little fact that could turn his peaceful (as peaceful as they could be) days into chaos.
The radio was cracking in some local station, the news no more than blended words for Dean. He was starting to think that he should probably stop in the next motel to catch some shut eye when the mention of his name attracted his attention to the radio.
"…Dean Winchester is a known serial killer, most of the times traveling with his brother Sam, and both are probably armed. The list of felonies committed by them are frankly overwhelming. We insist that they are dangerous fellows, and to take precaution if you see one of them…"
"Son of a bitch!" yelled Dean, not knowing how else to react, alarmed that both him and his brother were again on the news but failing to think of an instance that put them on there. His feeling of foreboding increased tenfold.
"What are you going on about now Dean" said a ginormous, sorry, his brother Sam, with a sleepy voice, remnants of his little siesta, and Dean couldn't help himself when he said "We are serial killers again, Sammy, what else?"
The foggy mind of Sam Winchester couldn't wrap around those words, but when they finally sank in, Sam was alert in no more than two milliseconds.
"We what?!"
"Ya heard right, Sammy" said Dean, his voice resonating with tiredness "It seems my little stunt over the gas station was not at all appreciated."
"You are referring to the armed robbery you stopped" said Sam incredulous.
"It's the only instance I can think of that could end up in disaster like this" answered Dean.
"But you didn't give your name" said Sam slowly, but when he saw Dean's face, he facepalmed "You did."
"I didn't think anything would come with it!"
"But it did" pointed out Sam.
"I know! Ya don't have to sound like a little bitch!"
"Search for a Motel room" said an annoyed Sam, turning his back on him and facing the car's window "Jerk"