Haha, glad to see you guys and gals liked the prologue! Still offering sugar cookies for the monsters in it, and now offering chocolate chip waffles to the first person who can name the mystery person who'll be showing up next chapter! Sneak peak at the end!
A little note on Maddie's side of the family! She is a distant cousin of the Winchesters, Henry's grand-niece. Had to have a little backstory as to why she was the better of the two. She is woman of letters, retired, of course. Sam and Dean met her and her kids right after Danny was born, finding her on a demon case with John. The demon was after her new baby, Danny and one thing led to another and Danny ended up saved, demon exorcised and all was well.
This will be taking place post-Apolalypse, post-Sam getting his soul back, post-breakdown, pre-Purgatory. No PP, TUE did happen, no one died, and Dan was destroyed by the change in the timestream.
Chapter 2: Grief
Sam woke up from his dream in a panic, remembering all the blood and how the hound, after his teenage victim lost conciousness, tore a length of his intestine out and shook it about like a toy. How the bodily juices and food stuffs flew about in chaos.
Nausea rolled off him as he stumbled to the bathroom, almost not making it to the toilet before his latest meal attempted a coup d' etat.
The younger Winchester heard his brother waking up through the haze of sickness. Once he finished vomiting, he was made aware of a wet towel for him. He wiped his face and grabbed at his brother's shoulders.
"We have to go to Amity Park... I think Daniel might be in trouble."
The Winchester brothers drove into the Fenton's driveway with a creak, as Sam had practically jumped out before the Impala had even stopped. He rushed to the Fenton's doorstep and knocked urgently, knowing the Fenton's patriarch had an odd habit of shooting whoever rang the doorbell. The street was loaded with cops and paramedics.
A thin woman, holding herself around the chest opened the door, eyes red and puffy and looking like she'd just finished screaming herself half to death.
She hesitated for a second before flinging herself at the younger Winchester and sobbing into his chest. He half-led, half-dragged her inside.
The cops surrounded Danny's room, and from the blood splattering all over the walls, probably his body too.
The paramedics stood to the side, waiting for the cops to finish their lines. Sam practically ran upstairs, worried grimace in place.
The shaggy-haired man ended up with a hand over his mouth to keep himself from vomiting. In all his years, he'd never seen such a gruesome case.
Pink and white flesh was scattered across the room, a liver was on the blade of the ceiling fan, blood was practically dripping from the walls. Entrails lay scattered on the floor in little bits, a hand lay under a white, now red, sheet. Black hair and pieces of shirt lay scattered in the general area of the massacre, an eye-ball was on the desk.
The worst part was probably that Danny's head, which Sam had last seen beaming at him with brotherly love, was lying on the windowsill, was seperated from his neck and his face frozen in an eternal mask of terror and agony, torn down the side from a horrific set of claws.
He didn't stand a chance in Hell.
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