4: Prophecy

Dean was out in the night sky, fighting against a pair of demons in an abandoned alley. He was using all of the martial arts moves that his father had taught him when he was young, and they seemed to be paying off, until a punch to the face sent him to the ground. Sedona was right behind him, jumping in front of the demon and touching his face, taking his soul from his body before Dean got up and took his shotgun of rock salt. He shot it at the demon, making a direct hit. The demon dissolved into ashes and disappeared on the ground. Sedona went for the next demon, taking his soul from his body before she took a knife from her belt and stabbed him in the neck with it. The demon threw his own knife, and it sliced across Sedona's face, nearly slicing open her eye. It healed in seconds, but the demon did not heal, and he faded into ashes, then disappeared on the ground.

"You did well this time, but you need a better gun," Sedona told Dean.

"When you find a better one, you let me know," Dean said.

"It's unfortunate that the girl couldn't be saved," Sedona replied, referring to the dead female on the ground.

Dean went up to her and took her soul from her body, letting it fall into his palm. He said, "It gets to me sometimes."

There was a moment of silence, then Sedona said, "Why don't we go out together and have some fun?"

"You mean like a date?" Dean asked.

"If I wanted to go on a date, I would pick someone better than you," Sedona answered.

"Alright, then it's a friendly get together," Dean said.

Sedona led him to a door in a back alley. They went in it, and they found themselves in the basement of an underground club. Dean knew this club was different when he saw that some of the people had wings, while others had shining eyes or distorted skin. Some of the men were kissing one another, while the women were dancing erotically with each other. Dean didn't mind it, but he felt a little noticeable compared to everyone else. It was as though he didn't belong there. Sedona led him to the dance floor and began dancing with him, getting closer to him with each step. He didn't mind that at all.

They were enjoying one another a little too much when a dark skinned muscular man stepped up to them. He had a bald head, and he wore only a pair of jeans, exposing his worked out chest. He said in a deep voice, "Sedona, he shouldn't be here."

"I invited him, so he can stay," Sedona said.

"He can't be here," the man started again.

"If no one wants him here, then let them tell me," Sedona finished him off.

No one said a word, so Sedona continued dancing, running up and down Dean's body with her own. Dean was liking it, but he was also uncomfortable from the glares that he was getting. Suddenly, the door to the back room opened, and out stepped another man. He wore medieval looking clothing, and he had short black hair with haunting blue eyes. He was very handsome, with a muscular upper body, but his fingernails were long, almost claw like, and some of his teeth were sharpened down to points. He walked up to Sedona and asked, "What is he doing here?"

"Why don't you ask me? I'm standing right here," Dean said.

The man looked at him as though he were nothing, then he asked, "Alright, who are you?"

"You first," Dean answered.

"I am Ethan, and I own this club," he said.

"I'm Ted Baxter," Dean lied.

Sedona broke his lie, saying, "He's Dean Winchester."

"Winchester, like the one who watched his family die by the hands of a demon he can't even find?" Ethan smiled.

"If you want to start something, I'll kick your ass right here," Dean was ready for a fight.

Sedona took Dean by the hand, saying, "Let's just go."

"Sedona! Come here!" Ethan held out his hand to her.

She let go of Dean and yelled, "If you think I'm going to obey you like one of your mistresses, you can go fu..."

As though something had overtaken her, Sedona sank back, her eyes becoming lost in reason. Dean watched as Sedona began to fade in and out, expressions projecting from her face of sadness, fear and anger, as though there were two of her. Then the projections sank back into her face, and she was fine again. Ethan came up to her, putting his hands on her face as he asked, "What did you see?"

"Nothing," Sedona said, seemingly out of it.

"Let me take your pain," Ethan said, almost kissing her.

She pulled away from him, then she started out the door. Dean followed her, asking once they were outside, "What was that?"

"Nothing. Just forget it," Sedona answered.

"I won't just forget about it now tell me!" Dean argued.

Sedona spread her wings and flew away from him once again. He thought about letting her go, but after what he saw, he didn't want to just forget about it. He spread his own wings and flew into the sky, following after her. Once in flight, he could not catch sight of her, so he flew around looking for her. In his flight, he saw something in the distance also in flight, so he went toward it. He didn't see what it was until he was very close to it, then he realized the object was the size of a human, but had some kind of moth like wings and the body of a feathered monster. The creature sped past Dean, almost hitting him, and Dean got out of the way just in time.

He followed the creature, trailing it to an old back road, where a car was going along in the night. Dean got close to the creature, but then it sped up again, flying much faster than he was. The creature got on top of the car, and the girl inside of it started to freak out. She lost control, and the car rolled along the road, crushing the creature several times before he let go of the car and lay dead on the road. Dean came down where the car landed, then he pulled off the driver's side door and looked inside. The girl was still alive, but shaking and afraid. He pulled off the seat belt and helped her out, her brunette hair falling in front of her face. She had some minor cuts and scrapes, but nothing too bad. She grabbed onto him and said, "Thank you so much! You saved me!"

Dean let her hug him, then he looked onto the road. He saw the creature get up as though it was completely unhurt, then it spread its wings and flew into the night sky. The girl hadn't even noticed, still holding onto Dean.

The next morning, Dean called up Ellen, explaining to her, "I saw some kind of a creature, maybe a demon, with the wings of a moth. He was in a car accident and he got up and flew away like it was nothing."

"You're in the location of the legendary Mothman. He's been around for about 50 years, usually coming upon cars and scaring people. He's never done much damage, although some accuse him of causing deaths because of the car accidents that happened due to him," Ellen explained.

"I think I'm going to check it out, just to be on the safe side," Dean said.

"I need to ask you something first Dean," Ellen replied.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"Who are you really?" Ellen asked.

Dean was confused. "What do you mean?"

"I have reports here that say Dean Winchester died in Missouri a year ago, and I have more reports saying that Sam and John Winchester were killed nearly a month ago in a car accident. Just tell me who you really are and we'll get back to business," Ellen said.

"I am Dean Winchester, it's just a long story," Dean said.

"I've got time," Ellen replied.

"I can't really tell you, it sounds ridiculous," Dean said.

"Try me," Ellen replied.

"Alright, there was a shape shifter that took on my image, so I shot him and claimed that Dean Winchester died. Then I was turned into an angel of death after the car accident, where John and Sam were killed," Dean said.

There was a pause, then Ellen said, "Let me know what you find out about the Mothman, Dean."

"Aren't you surprised?" Dean asked.

"Not really. In this business, nothing is out of the ordinary," Ellen answered.

When Dean hung up the phone, he found a motel where he could stay and work on researching the Mothman. He worked on his laptop, finding a good site on legends that he could look into. He looked over the names, found the Mothman and researched some of the characteristics. There wasn't much, except that the Mothman was mostly seem by people while driving or walking. There were no indications that he did kill at all, but Dean though it would be best to check it out. The coroner wouldn't exactly put "killed by the Mothman" as the cause of death.

He was about to close the window when he noticed a legend at the end of the page that said in bold letters THE LEGEND OF SEDONA. He clicked on it, just to take a look, and then he read what it said:

THE LEGEND OF SEDONA

In ancient times, Sedona was the sister of Pandora. When Pandora unleashed evil unto the world, Sedona witnessed the event and tried to save her sister. Pandora killed herself because of the guilt that she felt, so Sedona made a deal with Lucifer that she would take her sister's place, if Pandora's soul could be freed. Sedona was forced to become an angel to the devil, taking the tortured and damaged souls of the evil that roams the world. Damned to an eternity on Earth, Sedona only longs to be reunited with her sister, but because of her pact with Lucifer, she can never see her sister again. It is written th

Dean heard a knock at the door that caused him to look up from the computer. He asked, "Who is it?"

"I thought you would want some coffee," came Charlie's voice from the other side of the door.

Dean put the laptop down and said, "Come in."

Charlie came in and put some coffee on the table, but Dean didn't take it. Charlie asked, "Are you working on another case?"

"Yeah. So what?" Dean asked.

"There is a victim that you will need to take care of," Charlie answered.

He handed Dean a picture, and Dean became angry, saying, "This is the girl I just saved last night!"

"Apparently she won't be saved tonight," Charlie replied.

Dean put the picture down and got up, saying, "Tell someone else to do it! I'm not going back and taking the soul of someone I helped!"

"There is no one else, Dean. She was assigned to you," Charlie said.

Dean was still angry, but he knew that he wasn't going to get out of it.

That night, Dean centered on the location of the girl and went up to her door. She opened it, smiling broadly when she saw him. She told him, "Please come in! I am so grateful you saved me today!"

"Oh, it was nothing really," Dean replied.

She led him to the living room, where a fire was brewing in the fireplace. There were pictures on the mantle, and Dean went to look at them. Most of them were of the girl and a man, most likely her brother. Dean asked her, "Is that your brother?"

"Yes, that's Michael. I'm Winnie, by the way," she shook his hand.

"Do you spend time with your brother?" Dean asked.

"No, we don't talk that much anymore. Creative differences, I guess," Winnie smiled.

"It's good to talk to your brother. You never know when he'll be gone," Dean said.

Her smile faded, and Dean realized that he was sounding a little strange. He went on to say, "So are you alright after last night?"

"Yes, I think so. I just don't know what happened. I thought I saw something, and then the car started rolling," she said.

Suddenly, the power went out and the room went dark, except for the fire. Winnie looked around, then she said, "That's strange."

Dean saw the Mothman behind her before she did. He pushed her out of the way, saying, "Look out!"

Winnie fell to the floor, and the Mothman grabbed Dean, slamming his skull into the fireplace mantle. He heard his skull crush under the pressure, then it healed in an instant. Dean punched the Mothman in what he thought was the face, then he kicked the Mothman back against the wall. Again, the Mothman came at him, pushing him up through the ceiling. Dean went through the ceiling into the bedroom, then he went back through the ceiling and fell near the fireplace. Some of the pieces of wood blew out on impact, catching the carpet on fire. Dean shouted at Winnie, "Get out of here!"

She got up to run, but she tripped on the carpet and hit her head against the table, passing out on the ground. Dean went for her, but the Mothman got in his way, pushing him back against the wall. The Mothman took his hand and pushed it against the fire, so Dean felt the burning pain of it. His hand healed instantly, and he pushed the Mothman away from him. The Mothman ran to the door and opened it, going outside before he flew away. Dean was going to go after him, but he knew that he had a soul to take. He went back inside and found Winnie, taking her soul into his hand. She had died not from the blow to the head, but from the smoke due to the fire. He heard the sound of police sirens outside, so Dean went out the back.

When he got back to his motel, Dean opened the door to find a gun on the table. It was a new shotgun, a very nice one at that. He picked it up and saw a note by it that said: This is a shotgun. He knew it was from Sedona. He put it down and started to take his jacket off, then he noticed his laptop was open and there was a window saying 1 NEW MESSSAGE. He wondered why that was, saying to himself, "Only Sam and dad knew about this address."

He clicked on the link, and it opened a message that said:

From: Sam Winchester

To: Dean Winchester

Subject: (no subject)

Date: Oct 2006

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It just said it over and over, all the way through the screen. Dean didn't know what to make of it. Not only did the message say it was from Sam, but it was saying something about someone who knew something. This was getting stranger and stranger.