Hey, right so this is my first Supernatural fic so we'll see how it goes.
Disclaimer: Oh I wish.
"Tell me again, why are we going to San Francisco?" Sam looked across at his brother.
Dean looked across at his brother before turning his eyes back to the road.
"Dude, didn't you read the local news report? Unexplained killings, kinda sounds like our thing don't you think?"
"I guess, but there's just no sign that it's supernatural."
"And that, Sammy boy is why we're gonna take a look." Sam sighed, deciding not to give Dean the pleasure of hearing him tell him not to call him Sammy.
It was late when they pulled into the city and Dean decided that they would look for a motel before anything else.
"Dean, wait." Sam sat up in his seat as he spotted the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance. Dean pulled the Impala over and the brothers got out, joining the growing crowd of onlookers.
"What happened here?" Dean watched as paramedics zipped up a black body bag.
"He's the fifth one this month, bet you it's the same as all the others, they won't know what killed him." They watched as the body bag was loaded into the ambulance before leaving the crowd and heading back to the Impala.
"So what do you reckon?" Sam pulled off his jacket and tossed it onto the bed before picking up his laptop.
"I dunno; there's a ton of things that can lead to unexplained deaths. I'm thinking we need to get a look at those bodies."
"I'm thinking you're right."
The sun was bright as the two brothers pulled up outside the morgue. Sam waited while Dean with more than a little bit of flirting with the pretty blonde coroner's assistant managed to pass them off as med students. They followed her down the hall, Sam rolling his eyes when he caught Dean checking the girl out.
The girl pulled the sheet from the body on the slab and both brothers looked on in surprise.
There was not a mark on him.
"So what actually…happened to him?" Sam looked at the body; the only mark he could see was that of the autopsy.
"Well that's the problem; no one can figure it out. He was completely healthy, apart from that he's dead. It's practically the same as all the others, he just dropped dead."
"Wait a minute." Dean looked up. "What do you mean 'practically the same'?"
"Some of the others had injuries, bruises, a couple of broken arms and wrists, but not enough to kill them."
Back at the motel, Sam sat on his bed staring intently at his laptop. He did not look up as Dean entered and put a cup of coffee on the table.
"Did you find anything?"
"News reports for all the killings, there have been twenty deaths in the last three months, all men. They all died in the same way, no marks except occasional bruises and broken bones."
"Could be a spirit of some kind."
"Yeah but they don't generally kill without leaving a mark."
"Well whatever it is, we gotta find this thing and kill it."
"Yeah I guess." Sam stopped, running a hand through his hair.
"What do you mean, you guess?"
"Thing is, I'm not sure this is something evil." Dean looked at Sam as though he'd just suggested that the Impala might look better in pink.
"It's killing people, Sam. Of course it's evil."
"Well yeah, but I checked out all of the people who were killed, looking for some connection and do you know what I found?"
"What?"
"They're all criminals, all convicted at one time or another of rape or assault."
"So what? You think we should just let this thing go on with what its doing?"
"No I just…I dunno. Never mind." He went back to staring at the screen.
Dean sat on his bed, resting his elbows on his knees and looking up at Sam. When he spoke, the anger Sam might have expected in his voice was absent, instead he was calm and reasoning. "Sam, this thing, whatever it is, is killing people. Now it may only be killing raping son of a bitches at the moment, but that doesn't mean that at some point it won't turn on someone who doesn't deserve to die. Now we have to at least find out exactly what it is, then we can decide on what to do, alright?"
"Sure." Sam had looked up, seeming happier with this idea.
"Alright then, I need a drink and so do you. Come on." He stood up, picking up his brother's jacket from where it stood and throwing it, grinning when it hit his little brother square in the face. He was relieved to see that when Sam pulled his jacket off of his head, he too was smiling.
Dean dumped two beers on the table and pushed on towards Sam who was leafing through their Dad's journal trying to find anything that might help.
"You find anything?"
"Nothing so far."
"Maybe we should check out where they died."
"Yeah maybe we…" Sam had looked up at Dean and stopped mid sentence as something across the room caught his eye.
"Sam? What is it?" Dean looked round to see what had temporarily stopped his brother functioning. What he saw made him grin.
There was a girl sitting at one of the tables across the club, her eyes meeting Sam's as she smiled at him. Dean turned back to Sam and grinned broadly as he knocked Sam's mouth shut.
"Hey." Sam knocked his hand away.
"You're never gonna catch her if you just sit there staring at her, man."
"Yeah, whatever." Sam's gaze shifted back in the direction of the girl. Dean turned to have another look at what had caught his brother's eye and this time his own mouth fell open.
Another girl had walked up to the table and was now leaning on it, smiling and talking to the girl who had been looking at Sam. When the girls looked up, they were identical.
The girl turned as her twin sister came up and leaned on the table, jolting her out of looking at the boy across the club.
"Watcha' looking at?" She followed her sister's gaze, her eyes resting on the boys. "Damn, now that's pretty if I ever saw it."
"Just one question though."
"What's that?"
"Well, the way they're acting can mean one of two things; gay, or brothers."
"Good question, maybe you should find out." She laughed as she pulled her sister up from the table and towards the dance floor.
The brothers watched as the identical twin girls danced, their bodies moving to the music that filled the room. The lights flashed on their pale skin, illuminating slender but curving figures, both the strap top that the first one was wearing and the halter neck that the second one wore flattered them perfectly.
"Well there's a fantasy and a half." Dean's comment was only murmured but Sam still heard it, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"Dude, do you ever think with your upstairs brain?"
"Not at the moment."
They watched as men surrounded the two girls, hopeful of getting noticed by either one of them. The girls danced with some of them briefly before moving to new ones, never letting any of them get too close. One guy was more persistent; he pushed up against the girl in the halter neck, his hands settling on her hips. She smiled and shook her head, moving away from him. A second later he tried again, pulling her close and attempting to kiss her. Sam and Dean almost missed her movement as her hand flashed out, grasping his wrist and locking it. She stood there, holding his wrist locked; her anger clear on her face, pain clear on his. No one went near them except her twin; she came over, placing her hands on her sister's shoulders and drawing her away from the dance floor.
Dean let out a low whistle. "Well, I think she's on the 'do not piss off' list." Sam nodded in agreement and rose from his seat before heading towards the bar.
"I think she nearly broke my wrist." The guy who had got too close to one of the twins stood at the bar complaining as he rubbed his wrist.
The bar tender shook his head as he placed two beers in front of Sam. "Hey, man, you started it, she finished it."
"That happen often?" Sam looked quickly at the guy who was still rubbing his wrist.
The bar tender shook his head. "Most people here have got more sense than to mess with those two, but there's the occasional one who does. He's just lucky she left him in one piece."
Sam turned just in time to see someone crash into the girl behind him, sending her stumbling into him. He caught her before she fell, thankful that he hadn't yet picked up the beers.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry." As she straightened, Sam realised it was the girl he had been looking at.
Sam smiled. "It's fine, don't worry about it. I'm Sam, by the way."
She smiled back at him, eyes that were a mix of brown and green meeting his. "I'm Kia." As she spoke, Sam noticed that she had an English accent.
"I saw what you did earlier." He looked briefly at the guy who was still rubbing his wrist.
"What about it?" Kia's head had lifted as she prepared herself to go on the defensive.
"Nothing, it's just good that you can look after yourselves."
Kia smiled, a small laugh escaping her. "Alyssa looks after herself, I look after everyone else."
"What do you mean?"
"She just has a little bit of a temper is all."
Sam was about to say something else when Dean appeared beside him. "Hey, Sammy, am I gonna have to wait till next year for that drink?" Sam rolled his eyes and was about to retort when Kia's twin appeared behind her sister.
"Were you actually planning on getting drinks anytime tonight, sis?"
Kia smiled. "Patience is a virtue." Her sing song reply was obviously not an unfamiliar one.
"Not one of mine." Her sister smiled and signalled to the bar tender. He nodded and the brothers watched as he placed ten shot glasses in a row on the bar and proceeded to fill them with tequila. The girls moved towards the bar and Kia turned to Sam, smiling again.
"You guys are welcome to join us."
"Sure, why not." Dean did not hesitate to jump on the invitation and the brothers leaned on the bar as the girls sat down.
They watched as the twins sat, each with a hand on the shot that sat at the end of the row nearest to them.
"Ready." Alyssa grinned as she spoke.
"Steady." Kia mirrored the grin.
"Go." As soon as both girls' voices had sounded they lifted the shot in their hands and downed it slamming the empty glass onto the bar before picking up the next one. In seconds, Kia had finished the five shots at her end of the row and slammed her final glass down a moment before Alyssa a triumphant look on her features.
The girls turned and grinned at the boys beside them, noting Dean as he stood with his mouth open. Sam looked at his brother and elbowed him to bring him back to his senses.
"Hey." Dean pushed him back.
Sam shook his head. "Jerk."
"Bitch." The reply was instant and the boys looked up to find the girls grinning.
The twins looked at each other and spoke simultaneously as their previous question was answered. "Brothers."
"Oh, um, this is Alyssa." Kia indicated to her twin. "This is Sam."
"Hi, this is my brother, Dean."
Alyssa smiled. "Well, now we're all acquainted, do you boys want to join us for another race?" She turned and called the bar tender over.
"What can I do for you?"
"Another race, tequila all round, these boys too." The bar tender nodded and started placing glasses in front of them all.
"Do you two fine ladies race shots often?" Dean watched as the glasses in front of him were filled.
"Almost every night."
"Awesome."
They raced through their shots, Kia once again emerging victorious much to Dean's consternation. They moved to a table, the girls seeming no worse for wear after ten shots each. Dean watched out of the corner of his eye as Sam and Kia sat towards one end of the table seemingly in their own private little bubble of conversation. He had to admit, he hadn't seen Sam smile like that for too long.
"They seem to be getting along well don't they?" Alyssa's voice pulled him out of his reverie.
"Yeah, I gotta' admit, it's good to see Sammy smiling again."
"Does it not happen often?"
"He tends to take life that bit more seriously."
"Huh, no wonder he's getting along with Kia so well, she takes life seriously too." Alyssa looked over at her sister and Sam. "He seems like a sweet guy."
"Yeah, I guess he is."
"Yeah well Kia got hurt once before by a guy she thought was sweet, so I'll tell you now. If your brother hurts my sister in any way, shape or form, I will hunt him down and rip his balls off. Clear?"
"Crystal." Dean had to admit she had caught him by surprise and that was the only answer he could give.
"Good." Alyssa rose from her seat and moved over to whisper something in her sister's ear. Kia nodded and turned back to Sam.
"We're gonna go now. Maybe I'll see you again sometime."
"Yeah, sure." Sam was caught by surprise at the sudden departure. Kia smiled and brushed her hand over the top of the table, her fingers running past Sam's hand as she walked past him with her sister.
Sam and Dean watched the sisters leave, when they had gone, Sam looked down at his hand where Kia's fingers had brushed across it. He was puzzled when he noticed the edge of a piece of paper sticking out from underneath his fingers.
"Sam? What is it?" Dean had noticed the piece of paper and leaned forwards to see what it was.
"I don't know." Sam unfolded the piece of paper, smiling when he saw what was written on it. "Kia's number."
"Sammy you lucky dog."
"Bite me." Dean was about to reply when something over Sam's shoulder caught his eye. All jest left the older Winchester's face as he watched something with a hawk like intensity.
"Does that look like trouble to you?" Sam turned, following his brother's gaze. They watched as the guy who had been on the wrong end of Alyssa's temper earlier left the club, still looking as annoyed as he had earlier.
Without needing to discuss it, the Winchester brothers rose from their seats and followed the men out of the club.
When they reached the street there was no sign of the men or the twins.
"Where'd they go?" Dean scanned the streets around him as they moved away from the club, looking for any sign of the men.
"They can't have gone that far." They stopped, looking around the seemingly deserted streets.
"Maybe it was nothing." The words had barely left Dean's mouth when they heard a crash in a nearby alley.
"Or maybe not." Without hesitating, they ran towards the sound.
Having followed the sounds, the brothers turned into the alley, stopping at the sight that greeted them.
Alyssa was at the far end of the alley, standing in front of the man who had tried to kiss her in the club. As they watched, she drove her elbow into his face before grasping him by the throat. She held onto him, glaring into his eyes before dropping his lifeless body to the floor.
Kia was closer to the boys, facing the second man who had followed them from the club. He lunged at her with a knife and she stepped aside, grasping his wrist and twisting it, driving him to the floor before snapping his elbow with a sickening crack, the knife clattering across the ground. Kia drove her knee into his head, sending him into unconsciousness and stood, catching sight of the brothers where they stood.
"You girls O.K?" Dean eyed the crushed elbow of the man on the floor.
"Yeah, nice timing, you just caught the end of our little party." Kia smiled and started to walk towards them.
"Kia look out!"
Alyssa's cry caused her sister to turn just as the man she had put down rose and lunged out with the knife once more. They watched, helpless as the girl turned onto the knife, the blade burying itself deep into her stomach. Kia's body stiffened and she fell. Alyssa let out a cry of what sounded like pain and ran, catching her sister as she hit the floor.
Right so there we have it, chapter one. Reviews appreciated and virtual hugs for all who do.
