All Part of the Show
By Autobot-of-Music
Summary: Set in Season 2. It's Halloween time and Sam and Dean are on a routine hunt that becomes not so routine when Sam gets kidnapped by vampires and put into a freak carnival where monsters go to see humans. Kidnapped!hurt!controlled!Sam and worried!protective!awesome!Dean & worried!awesome!Bobby. Slight AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. I only own the OCs.
A/N: So this is my first Supernatural fanfic, and my second fanfic ever written. I'm sorry if it seems rushed or funky at all, I'm slowly trying to feel comfortable writing again. 2 years ago I took a fiction writing class in college and the teacher pretty much told me my writing sucks, and it discouraged me so much I abandoned my first fanfiction and never wrote again until now. :'D Be gentle with me, lol.
Warnings: This chapter is going to be rated T because of Dean's mouth, but in the future these chapters will get pretty dark and higher rated. Make sure to check the warnings.
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There are trees everywhere. It's dark and he's running.
Someone grabs him and pins him down, and then sharp pains start in his neck before it travels to the rest of his body. He hears someone screaming, until he realizes it's coming from his own mouth. Everything gets blurry.
Someone is laughing. In fact, it sounds like a whole lot of people laughing. Laughing at him. He opens his eyes and whatever was holding him down before is gone, and replacing it was more than a dozen clowns. Demented looking clowns covered in blood and various mutations. An overwhelming fear gripped him and he felt paralyzed, before something wrapped around his neck. He starts to panic while it becomes more difficult to take each breath. He tried to pull at whatever was around his neck, but his arms wouldn't move.
Gasping and wheezing desperately for breath before he dies, he sees a pale man In front of him with long black hair and glowing red eyes, then his world goes dark.
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October 24; Near Bend, Oregon.
The brown eyes of Sam Winchester snap open suddenly.
Just a nightmare? He hopes.
He takes a moment to realize that he's safe in his bed and there's not actually clowns around him or anywhere else in the room. The residual feeling of being suffocated starts to overwhelm him until he realizes that he had fallen asleep in his sweatshirt and it had bunched up around his neck. His head feels like it's going to explode and his heart is pounding in his chest as if he was still being chased.
Sam coughed a few times to clear his throat, trying to shake off some of the anxiety while loosening up his sweatshirt. Lifting his hand to wipe the sweat from his clammy forehead, he turns to squint at the red LED numbers of the digital clock sitting on the nightstand near his bed.
5:34 AM. It was still dark outside.
Letting out a heavy exhale, Sam sat up in the motel bed and looked over to the sleeping figure in the other bed next to him; his brother Dean. He was snoring and actually looked pretty humorous in the position he was in. Sam would laugh if he wasn't feeling so anxious.
Sam rubbed his eyes for a moment and decided not to go back to sleep, in case the nightmare was there waiting for him again. He flipped the covers off and swung his legs over to the side of the bed, then stood up and stretched, hearing a few pops here and there before heading into the bathroom.
Splashing cold water on his face, he took a look at himself in the mirror and decided that was a bad idea. He looked like shit.
Sam almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a groan come from the other room. He poked his head out of the door to see Dean roll over on the bed and crack his eyes open to look at Sam and then at the clock.
"What... What the hell you doing awake?" Dean mumbled, sounding groggy from sleep.
"Oh I uh, I just woke up and thought I could go get us some coffee and breakfast." Sam said, wiping his face with a white towel. He grabbed some mostly clean clothes from his bag and went back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Dean plopped his head back into his pillow and promptly resumed his snoring before Sam came out of the bathroom. He figured he would just take a little nap before Sam came back with food.
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The loud sound of the door opening startled Dean from his sleep, and he instinctively grabbed the .45 caliber pistol from the nightstand next to him, pointing it at whoever had entered the room. The sun had barely made its way up over the horizon and everything was still slightly dark.
"Dude, it's me!" Sam lifted up his arms slightly because his hands were full, carrying a paper bag full of food in one hand and a cardboard drink tray holding two coffee's in another. With the hand holding the paper bag, he flipped the lights on in the room.
Dean grunted and set the pistol back onto the nightstand, then dropped himself back onto the bed.
"Seriously? Get up." Sam said, setting the food down on the table before grabbing a newspaper out of the paper bag. "I think I found us a case." He said, moving towards Dean and flipping the newspaper open to a small article that looked like someone was trying to hide it in between other articles. He turned the page around to show Dean, pointing at the title. "Three teenagers went camping and later found dead, with bite marks on their necks and arms. And get this; their bodies? Drained of blood." Sam explained, slapping the newspaper down on the table before grabbing his cup of coffee to sip from.
Dean groaned and got out of the bed, stretching. "Are we talking Vamps? Where at?"
"East of Salem, in the Opal Creek Wilderness area near the mountains."
"Salem, like the witch trials, Salem?" Dean said and quickly got dressed while shoving a breakfast burrito in his mouth.
"No Dean, that's Salem Massachusetts." Sam said dryly.
"Oh damn, I was hoping we would get a chance to gank some witches while we were at it. I hear they're all out and about at this time of the year!" Dean said with a smirk, chugging down his coffee. "Well at least we get to kill something. I always like to celebrate my Halloweens with candy and killing sons of bitches."
Sam only rolled his eyes before finishing up his breakfast burrito while packing his things into his duffle bag. "They're chalking it up as animal attacks. And apparently there's more of these accidents around that area, so we should probably start in Salem to get info before we actually go to Opal Creek."
Sam zipped up his bag while making his way outside to their black 1967 Chevy Impala where he dumped it in the trunk. Dean grabbed his own bag and tossed it into the trunk as well.
"Well, let's get this show on the road. Time to slice and dice us some bloodsuckers." Dean said before shutting the trunk closed.
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Yay! So I'm going to really try to actually finish this fanfiction. I have the whole plot written out already, I just have to write the chapters. Thanks in advance for any reviews. :'D