Crap, crap, crap, CRAP! I'm going to be late for work! Where are my keys? *checks wall table near door* I could have swore...

Swearing is a good way to get in trouble with the big man up stairs. Hello, Scorpion!

Crowley, I am running late! I seriously don't have time for you.

I figured that, so I took out a little... *reveals keys* insurance policy.

Oh, you insufferable ass!

Thank you! Now, I believe we had an agreement.

I MADE YOUR DAMN CHAPTER!

No, you agreed to make me a story in exchange for your solitude and the protection of your readers. One chapter a story doesn't make. Sooo... here's Crowley!

That reference was terrible...

Since taking your soul would be counter productive, I have to just make your life hell till I get what I want. So what will it be, the story or your job?

You are not going to leave me alone if I said 'job', are you?

Depends, do you want me to post your internet search history to your boss.

O.O... S-Supernatual belongs to CW. Coraline belongs to Neil Gaiman and Laika Studios.

See, easy!

Screw you! Well without further a due...

Wait!

WHAT NOW!

Title Shot.

THIS! IS! TYPED!

Your fans will love you for it.

aaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH...!

SUPERNATURAL

HAPPY!?

Delighted.

Chapter 1: A Simple Day

'Once I rose above the noise and confusion…'

Sam Winchester began to stir from his sleep as the car rode down the old pavement in the woods of Oregon. His head facing the passenger side window, the same position he was in when he fell asleep the night before. The morning was grey and wiry, a common occurrence in the Winchester brother's life it seems. The thick cloud cover was giving the wooded background a dull and lifeless tint. Cool, misty air that came in from the cracked windows and the browns, oranges, and reds that peppered the green of the passing trees only made the return of sleep more inviting. A goal not easily accomplished with music blaring.

'...Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man…'

Sam craned his groggy head towards the offending radio. His neck was still sore from a vampire's chokehold just a few hours earlier. It was one of those cases that, though it ended well, he just wanted to sleep off and forget. How Dean managed to let himself get suckered by a vampire girl, he would never know. All Sam knows is that if he ever had to see Dean in his KISS boxers ever again, he'd gauge his own eyes out.

Dean was bobbing his head to the music while he was driving. Somehow, he was more awake than Sam was, and he was driving throughout the night. He guessed that Dean stopped for coffee while he was sleeping. He noticed the empty paper coffee cup sitting in its holder that was not there the night before. What was really surprising was the oddly good mood Dean was in. Between all that's happened and the embarrassment night before, he expected Dean's mood to be a little less bright. I wonder how far he got with that girl? a voice in his head thought. Judging from his face, she was kind enough to keep her fangs in when she...

Sam than imagined putting his hands around Lucifer's neck for putting that image in his head as he pressed against his scar.

Kill joy...

'Carry on my wayward son...'

Now Dean was very loudly singing along with the chorus. Not that he was bad at singing, but Sam was grouchy now. "Hey, Dean. That song was played out with the rocker hair. You do know that, right?" Sam groaned, lifting the seat upright, losing all hope of sleep.

"Well, morning to you too, Grumpy," Dean said with a grin. He never took his eyes off the road as he addressed his younger brother, "Don't knock Kansas. This song is like a morning prayer to me."

Considering that he's been listening to that song every day for the past week, I don't doubt it. Sam thought as he reached in the back seat to grab the two-day old doughnuts from the back. Not the breakfast he was hoping for, but he needed the sugar now. "Where are we heading to now?"

"Wherever the wind takes us, Sammy," Dean said, milking that good mood for all it is worth. "It's a new day, the birds are chirping, the sun is going to shine soon, and the monsters are bending over, waiting for their asskicking. As far as I can tell, it's going to be one of those days where things are normal!"

Sam rarely sees Dean this happy. Since Castial's death by the Leviathan and the Amy Pond incident, Dean was withdrawn. From the drinking to the nightmares, Dean was feeling the weight of his guilt on his shoulders and refused help from anyone. However, after he let out that guilt, he is returning to around where he was before Cas's death, with just the world on his shoulders, and not the entire universe.

"Hey, Sam, you gonna to swallow that bit you've been chewing, 'cause you are starting to scare me," Dean mocked as he noticed Sam staring.

Sam realized that he was spacing out and regained focus. Dean put his eyes back on the road with a chuckle, "If you're this quiet after a beat down, then maybe we should hunt vampires more often."

"Bite me," Sam deadpanned, now starting to miss the brooding.

Lay your weary head to rest, Don't you cry no more.

The song ended, and quiet returned. "Hey, Sammy, any new cases close to us ?" Dean asked after a minute of silence. Sam opened his computer, mentally kicking himself for leaving it on his lap all night, and logged in. Of course, there was no internet in these woods, but he failed to log off when he and his brother rushed out of the hotel. After a romp in a vampire nest, the last thing any hunter wants to do is stay in the Sunshine State. Unlike what most movies and TV shows depict, vampires do not turn to dust when they die, and a house full of dead, decapitated bodies tends to draw attention from the law. Being on the FBI's Most Wanted list doesn't help matters either.

He looked at the news that he compiled from his surf through the net. "Let's see, 'Baby cooes the National Anthem,' '10,000 dollars spent by mother of 12,' 'DWI…,' 'Syria…,' 'Runaway Child still Missing,' 'Molly's new video...'" Sam scanned all of his finding, looking for signs of anything unexplained or weird that up their alley. To his shock, there wasn't anything strange that was worth noting that the police can't handle or was close to their where they were. "Short of 'Two killer brothers still at large,' there isn't anything weird or demonic happening that isn't within a two days drive from us."

Dean's eyes widened. "Seriously? Like, nothing at all?"

Sam kinda expected a reaction to their wanted post, but he moved on. "No. Just your normal everyday 'human' problems." he stated, the weight of having space in their proverbial calendar sinking in. True, a hunter can never truly have a day off, but to have a day where there is nothing that could kill them or is trying to kill them within 500 miles of their location is extremely rare. Sure, there were the leviathans that can strike at any moment, but even they were flying low for the time being now that Chet was gone.

"Hell yeah! No monsters, no demons, and no leviathan breathing down our necks? I'm telling you, Sam, today is shaping up to be a good day!" Dean celebrated as the next track plays on the radio. "I say that now we are out of the state, we find a nice take-out restaurant that makes greasy steak and bacon burgers, rent a movie, and just cut loose!"

Dean started bobbing his head to this song while Sam turned off his laptop, laughing at the goofiness. Sam knew that they should keep a low profile, but he also knew that after everything they have been though, they could use the momentary R&R. With the Leviathans silent for now, this probably the best time to recuperate and strategize. Both brothers let the prospect of a stress free day erase the hardships behind and ahead of them as they drove it to the city limits of Ashland.

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"Hey, Mom? You do know that I'm old enough to make my own lunches, right?"

The first day of October start out in a rush. Getting up to catch the bus was none too difficult for Coraline Jones. It is getting her parents up so they don't start their day late for work that proved to be a challenge. Mel and Charlie Jones are well-known for working late in the past year since they moved from Michigan. Thanks to their success on their gardening catalogs in print every month since last spring, the local newspaper requested that they write an article for the events occurring this fall. This would mean a bigger income if things go well, but as they quickly realized, it would also mean later nights and earlier mornings then normal for the Jones family.

"The last time you made yourself lunch, you almost got sick from the spoiled meat you used," Mel deadpanned before giving a yarn. "Sometimes, I'm fear that you get your cooking skills from your father."

The statement was not directed to anyone, but Charlie, sitting at the table sipping his coffee, overheard nonetheless. "You didn't have a problem with my cooking before!" he fired back. He then turned to his daughter next to him and gave his best smirk. "Heck, she never complained about the dinner I cooked for you on our first date."

Mel turned towards her husband. "Oh, yeah! I remember that date," she cooed, walking slowly into Charlie's waiting arms. "The flowers, the candles, the meal you worked so hard to make."

Way too early for this, Coraline thought, slowly losing her appetite.

Coraline's parents were look lovingly at each other as their face were moving closer together. Her dad was puckering his lips together when Mel placed her fingers on them, stopping his movement. "You were lucky to get a second date after that meal," she said with a smirk, pull herself out of his grasp and returning to finish her daughter's lunch. Coraline winced at the sharp statement, feeling the temperature of the room drop ten degrees.

"Wait," Charlie yelped, visibly annoyed by her jabbing, "Didn't you tell me that you loved my cooking?"

"No, Honey," she corrected without turning to look at him, "I said 'I love your company'. I tolerated the cooking."

Coraline couldn't help but giggle at the remark. Her dad slid back in his chair in a pout, but eventually joining in the laughter alongside her mother. He thought about the year before, when they first moved in to the Pink Palace from their lives in Michigan. It was a rough couple of weeks that took a toll on their relationship. The move was rough on everyone, especially on Mel and Coraline. His wife engrossed herself in her work after they settled in their new home and their daughter began to feel ignored and began to drift away from them. Though he tried in his own way to fix the strain between the two, he couldn't help but feel that things were going to get worse before they got better. Then, suddenly, they walked in the door to a distraught Coraline. For reasons was not explained, she acted like she has Seen something terrible happened to them. Mel and Charlie decided that she fell asleep and had a nightmare. Since then, however, she was more understanding and kinder towards her parents. The sudden if this change is the biggest surprise to them, when not hours earlier, she was ready to live in "Other World" as she called it. Since then, Mel and Charlie also tried to be more empathetic to her. She understood now that they have to give their full attention to their work while they are working, and they try to take out more time to spend time together.

Of course, having a friend like Wyborn doesn't hurt either, Charlie thought.

As if on cue, there was a buzz from the door. Though everyone stopped the laughter to confirm the sound, the Joneses already knew who the visitor was on the other side. "Mom! I'm going to be late! Is it ready yet?" Coraline fussed, not wanting her and Wyborn to miss for the bus.

"Just finished bagging, now get out of here," her mom commanded, handing Coraline her lunch as she bolted for the door. Before she was halfway down the hall, she ran back into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Mel's waist. The gesture was quick and a bit tight, but genuine as Mel hugged her in response. After the embrace, she turned towards her dad and quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek before running to the door at twice the speed.

"Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Love ya!" Coraline yelled back. With that, she was out the door, flying past Wyborn as she headed towards their bus stop.

Coraline barely greeted her friend with a quick wave and a "Hey, Wybie" before hopping down the stairs and running down the main road. She checked her watch and, seeing that she had four minutes before the bus arrived, ran faster than she ever thought she could. She didn't even looked behind her to notice that Wyborn was barely keeping up to her.

"Jeez, Jonesy! Were you powering your nose or something?" Wyborn asked in annoyance while trying to catch his breath.

"Sorry, late start. Mom wanted to make me lunch," Coraline huffed as she spoked. "Got carried away. Long story. No time. Gonna be late."

"Yeah, well," Wyborn began as his side started to cramp, "try to get your lunch ready the night before! If I miss this bus again, grandma is going to kill me!"

Both children turn their attention on getting to the bus stop. The stop was just down the road from their apartment building. However, getting their involved going through a poorly paved road, the same one Wyborn goes up to get to the nearly rundown Pink Palace. With a safe pace and more time, It would take ten minutes to get to the bus stop. Problem is, more time was something they did not have. The bus will arrive any minute, and the driver was the type of guy who would just strand kids at a bus stop if he thought he could get away with it. Despite the protest of their bodies, slowing down was not an option.

Coraline and Wyborn could see the main intersection where the bus stop was and, to their relief, fellow students that is still waiting for their bus to school. They had high hopes on not having to ask their parents to give them a ride to school. Especially for Wyborn, who grandmother lacks the patients to deal with some of the foolishness that he is known for.

That hope dashed when, while turning the corner, Coraline bumped into an old man and fell to the ground. Wyborn quick ran to his friend's aid, propping her up off the ground when a quick scan determined that she was not injured. "Are you alright?" Wyborn asked, worry clear in his voice.

"I feel like I just hit a brick wall," Coraline huffed as she shook the stars out of her head, "other than that, I'm fine."

Once they were both up, the angry Wyborn turned to the old man to chew him out for not paying attention. However, as soon as the children got a good look at the old man, they both fell still. Coraline and Wyborn, whose fury has disappeared, now felt an unshakeable sense of dread.

The old man was taller and extremely skinny, with sunken in cheeks, his thinning black hair , and the rims of his eye sockets frighteningly visible. He wore a crisp and finely pressed black suit that seemed to hang off his body instead of it fitted. The black duster seems to only accentuated that fact, making him look like he could be knocked down with a passing breeze. This make the fact that Coraline was the only one that fell on impact more jarring. In his bony right hand was slender, steel tipped cane and a silver ring with a pale white gemstone adorned his . This guy either looks like he is going to or coming from a funeral, Coraline thought. Not his own, I hope.

Though his attire alone could have sent chills up their spine alone, it was making eye contact that made them cold. Brown eyes that seem to stand out on his pale, wrinkled face. They seemed to stare into their souls, gauging the very worth of their lives. The feeling of insignificant and fear welled in the children's chest as they looked into the mans eyes. To Wyborn, this was a fear unlike any other he felt. To Coraline, it was an all too familiar feeling. The same feeling she got a year ago. The same feeling she got when that witch locked her in that cold room for not acting like a 'loving daughter'.The same feeling when she learned of her parents kidnapping. The same feeling she had when she lost the key to finding them. Hopelessness. Loneliness.

The feeling that the end was near, and there was nothing she could do about it.

NO! NOT AGAIN! I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!

As quickly as the thought came to her, Coraline grabbed Wyborn by his uniform collar and quickly bowed towards the man, forcing her friend to do the same. "I'm sorry, mister! My friend and I were running late and weren't paying attention! You're not hurt, are you?" she humbly exclaimed to the stranger, seemingly begging to be spared the cold fury that lies in his dead eyes.

"Jonsey! What are you doing? I wasn't the one who b... OUCH!," Wyborn began to protest before a sharp pain from his foot forced his compliance. He glared at Coraline's offending foot as it quickly retreated to its point of origin before taking a breath. "I'm sorry, too. We should've watched where we're going," he finally said in annoyance.

The stranger only stood there, staring at them in that same cold glare. Coraline and Wyborn still felt the eyes on them, but that feeling of the walls closing in was beginning to subside little by little. They heard a raspy breath before the man finally began to talk. "I have met a lot of children like you in my long life," the man began in a flat, almost irritated tone, "all of them rash, arrogant, and full of themselves. They squander the moments going after trivial pursuits, not caring about the toes they step on along the way. They don't think that maybe their next step may cut their moments short, or that the one the toe belong to maybe doing the cutting. They would only ask for a second chance when it's too late to salvage their loss."

All three of them heard the school bus round the corner, but the man continued anyway. "Now, I was already in an unpleasant mood before you slammed into me like a test dummy, and I am not the type to forgive," Coraline and Wyborn's hearts jumped a beat when they heard that. A hand rested on Coraline's shoulder, signaling her to straighten back up. "However, since you seem sincere in your apology, I am willing to give you a reprieve. Something I don't regularly do in my line of work."

He removed his hand and began walking past them, gently brushing the area Coraline hit with his free hand. He was just about to cross the street before he stopped. "Life is fleeting, young Coraline. I suggest you enjoy the time you have instead of spending it rushing. Or do something that gives your life a little more value," he said before he began crossing. "I'd also avoid running into any more 'walls,' if I were you."

Coraline and Wyborn continued to stare at the man as he continued down the road. Coraline couldn't help but contemplate what he said before being shook by her companion, pull her mind back to their original problem. "Come on! The bus is about to leave us!"

They both turned towards the bus as the last of their schoolmates boarded the bus. They sprinted the last few feet, nearly jumping inside the bus as the doors closed.

"What! Do you brats want to be left! Seven o' clock. On. The. Dot. Don't think that I won't leave you to the wolves just 'cause y'all kids," the driver berated them as the two walked to the empty seats in the back of the bus.

As the bus moved, Coraline let her mind drift to what the man said. Something about that whole situation did not sit well with her. Wyborn tapped her on her shoulder, breaking her train of thought. "That was just plain weird. And kind of scary, too," he said, recalling the events of the morning.

"Tell me about it," she huffed. She didn't realize that she was holding that breath since she sat down. "I swear, I will never run late again if it means not seeing that creepy guy again."

"Amen to that," he said. "Oh, and by the way, I won't forget how you stepped on my foot. These are new shoes, you know!"

"Yeah, sorry about that."

They both gave a nervous chuckle before Coraline realized what about that speech bother her. "Hey, Wybie. Did you use my name while we were with that guy?"

The boy thought about it for a moment, but shrugged. "Things happened so fast that I wasn't thinking about it. I think I said 'Jonesy' once, but I can't remember."

Coraline thought about it as bewilderment formed on her face. "Then how did he know my name?"

Wyborn simply sat back on his seat and closed his eyes, "Personally, I'd rather just forget that ever happened. We caught the bus and are on our way to school. Right now, that's all I want to care about."

Coraline watched as her friend drifting as bus shook. He's right, she thought, maybe I'm over thinking it. She sat back and let the passing trees distract her mind from that morning as they rode to school.

Gee... I wonder who that old man suppose to be?

Yes, Crowley, we all know who he is. Can I get my keys now?

Why should I give them back?

Because... uhmm..

You'll kill me?

YES!... *facepalm* oh, wait...

You can't can you? No salt because of your mother's pressure, No Ruby's Knife because, well, that's TV land, and your not holy enough for holy water. That, and the only language you know is english. Short of Divine Assistance, you are not getting rid of me!

*Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock... DING!* Hold that thought!

Hey, you guys dare me to give you his password. Well, it's... *WACK!* Oww! What did you just hit me with!

MY FAMILY BIBLE!

HAHAHA...! You think that a book is going to stop me?

Nope! But I know its HEAVY!

Oh, sh... *vanishes before the large book hits again*

That was irritating. So, since my life depends on it, I have to finish this story. I'll try to keep the uploads consistent. Hopefully, that will keep Hell's leftovers out of my house. This is the Scorpion, signing...wait... SHIT, I'M GOING TO BE LATE!?

PS: I have a friend, DJexe, who normally does my bata work. I would like to thank him for his hard work again. That said, six eyes are better than four. So if anyone can offer their service when he's not able or just every once in a while, I will be grateful.