BRRRRRR!
The sight of a black '66 Chevy Impala was preceded and followed by the steady roar of the engine.
Within, two brothers sat in silence, neither looking the other in the face. Dean, the older and shorter of the two, reached for his radio and tuned into a station an instant before his phone rings.
"Dammit," he grumbles while Sam, sitting in the passenger seat, gives a little snort and smirks while Dean turns the radio off.
"Yeah?" he demands when he answers. "Garth? Where the Hell have you been?!" he snaps, annoyed at the younger hunter. "Wait, who is Chris Argent?" he asks before sighing. "Alright, Beacon Hills, California..." Dean pauses to signal for his brother to write the information. "Hey Garth...? Are there plenty of hot chicks there? I mean it /is/ California..."
"Dean!" came a sudden and urgent voice in the backseat of the Impala, causing Dean to jerk his steering wheel.
"Dammit, Cas! You're gonna give me a freakin heart attack!" he complained while clutching at his chest.
Castiel merely gave an emotionless gaze to his erstwhile ally before his gaze adjusted to Sam. "Sam... There's something strange about you," he comments.
Dean glares. "It's these damn demon tablet trials! He seems to be getting worse after each task." Dean grumbles.
Castiel frowns at the revelation. "I'll look into it." he promises.
Dean looks at himself in the rearview mirror and blows a kiss before turning the mirror to look at Castiel, still seated in the back. "So, what brings you this way?" he asks.
Castiel, the only known angel to ascend to archangel status and later to godhood, inhaled a moment. "Something is drawing an enormous amount of supernatural creatures to a town in California. I wanted to give you guys a... heads up," he answered, trying to use human lingo.
Dean looked to his brother Sam. "Let me guess, Beacon Hills?" he asked as he shoved the pedal down. When he looked in the backseat Castiel was gone.
"Figures," Dean grumbles.
Sam took a deep breath that caused him to go into a fit of coughs. He quickly reached over to grab a napkin and found it covered in crimson. He quickly balled the paper up and tossed it out the window, looking at Dean, to make certain he hadn't seen it.
"You alright, Sam?" he barks, knowing that something was up.
Sam nodded his head, his skin abhorrently pale. "Yeah. Just some mucus," he acknowledged.
Dean gave a huff, having spotted the color and caught the scent of blood. If his brother wanted to keep it to himself, Dean wasn't going to pry it out.
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Knock-knock-knock!
Isaac and Scott, who happened to be near the door at the time, opened it to reveal two tall men in black trenchcoats.
Each man flashed a metal badge, "Agents Dean Kravitz and Sam Dupree," the shorter spoke, making his way in followed by Sam as the boys stepped aside.
"Do you guys work with my father?" Scott asked, suddenly nervous.
"Yeah, sure kid." Dean returned as his gaze took in everything about the house. "We came by to investigate some claims of late night howling. You wouldn't happen to have heard what sounds like wolves howling, would you?" Dean asked in a gruff voice while Sam made his way through the house. "Hey kid. Where is your mother at?" Sam asked, having seen the multiple photos of the one boy and his apparent mother.
"She's at work, down at the hospital." Suddenly Scott bristled, as did Isaac. Something Sam and Dean both noticed.
"About those wolves," Dean intoned, slowly reaching behind his back for his knife.
Scott caught the motion and charged Dean, knocking him over, while Sam tried tackling Isaac.
The boy pulled a spin move that caused Sam to be shrugged off while he dashed for the nearest door.
Scott got halfway to the door when Dean managed to tackle him to the ground. The teen's eyes began to glow an evil red shade, causing Dean to smirk as he pressed his silver blade to the werewolves throat.
"Well, lookey here, Sam. We caught ourselves an Alpha," he noted with mirth before he pulled Scott to his feet, fastening silver cuffs to his wrists...
"How about we have a little chat?" Dean asked as Sam closed the front door.
With Isaac
Isaac could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he ran full tilt through the woods. He had no honest idea where he was going, to be completely honest! But those two men scared the life outta him! They were definitely hunters! And the fact that they had tracked he and Scott down was extremely unnerving!
"Wait a minute, hunters? Maybe Argent can do something to help out?" he considered mentally before turning and dashing towards his revived girlfriend's house.
It didn't take him long to reach it, but when he did he was treated to a sight he was not expecting...
"Isaac," Chris acknowledged as he was pinned up against a wall, a dagger through his shoulder.
"Chris?! What the hell happened here?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Funny you should ask that," remarked a voice in humor as Crowley stepped out from the shadows, wiping his bloody hands on a towel...
Allison, Kira and Lydia
The three girls had decided that today would be a great day for just the girls to hang out. No boys, no monsters, nothing to cause them problems.
"So, like which one," Lydia was asking as she held up two pairs of shoes, a pair of red high heels and a pair of black pumps with glittering diamanties.
Kira started to point and speak when Lydia interrupted. "You're right, I need to get away from red and black... What about blue?" she asked, wandering off.
"Really?" Kira asked as she looked over her companion, Allison.
For all intents and purposes, Allison was enjoying herself. Just being a normal teenaged girl, laughing it up and hanging out at the local mall. "You get used to it, Kira," she teased as she grabbed the Asian by the wrist and led her away. "She'll be fine on her own. But as for you... We gotta get you into something saucy!" she offered.
Kira looked more than a bit nervous, even biting her lower lip, at the words but knew she couldn't escape.
Winchesters and Scott
Thump!
"Alright you Sonova bitch, talk!" Dean thundered as he punched Scott in the face again.
Scott growled lowly, his eyes flashing red as he glared up at his tormentor from the chair he was in.
Dean glared back, just as volatile as the half wolf teen. "What, you think I'm playing games here?!" Dean challenged as he pulled his silver knife and sliced it along Scott's bare chest.
"Argh-RAAAA!" Scott let loose a half scream, half roar that could be felt and heard for a mile by the human ear.
The teenaged boy stared at his wound, watching as it refused to heal, instead sizzling. "You'd better get ready, cause my friends will be here soon, and they're gonna enjoy carving you up for this..." Scott threatened, clenching his eyes in pain.
Dean smirked. "What are we talking, two more wolves kid? I don't know if you've noticed, but we're not exactly garden variety amateurs, here."
Scott winced as Dean sliced his chest again. "NnnGAH!" he screamed in pain, doing his best to fight back.
Sam started coughing again from the back of the room, the copper tang of blood filling the air.
"W-what's wrong with your partner?" he asked, his natural compassion filling him even as he was being tortured.
Dean punched the kid in the face a few more times. "Hey! You leave him outta this, you bastard! Ya hear me?" he demanded, holding Scott's bruised head up by a lock of hair.
Scott let his eyes roll back up in his head and his head lulled limply. "..."
"Dammit..." Dean fussed, stepping back and away from his captured target.
"Dean, why are we wasting our time on a werewolf, when there's a demon somewhere around here?" Sam asked, feeling like they were getting no where.
Dean frowned, his eyes tight and brows furrowed. "Sam, listen to me. You're not well right now. If we go after a demon with you the way you are..." he let his words hang in the air.
Rattle-rattle... "Scott, are you home?" came the soft voice the boy's mother. She shook her head, looking around the house that had been destroyed during the oni attack. Granted her son had managed to fend the demonic warriors off and even earned their respect, but her house had suffered for it.
Shuffle-draaag...
"Okay... That's a weird noise..." the beautiful middle aged woman noted as she slowly started her way towards the source...
At that moment Derek burst into her house, literally ripping the door down. "Where's Scott?!" he demands, his eyes glowing blue...
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Pt 2
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Derek could smell the blood from Scott coming from behind a closed door and he growled as his features shifted to be far more animalistic, his face widened and canines expanded while his ears elongated and shoulders broadened.
"NNNNNNNGGG~!" he growled ferociously before motioning for Melissa to get out of the house.
The woman happily complied, calling her ex-husband on the phone.
Derek bashed the door open finding Scott tied in the middle of the room, bleeding and unconscious but no signs of the attackers. "Scott! Scott, answer me!" he called out, which had the benefit of gaining Melissa's attention.
"No nonono! Scott, baby can you hear me?" she pleaded as she shoved her way past Derek and into the room. As fast as she could, Melissa began working the ropes loose. "Why isn't he healing?" she asked Derek, knowing the older boy would have answers.
Derek shifted his appearance to normal, slightly unnerving Melissa, before he answered. "They must be using silver," he remarked. "Whoever they are, they did their homework," he adds the last as he picks Scott up.
Melissa grabbed her keys quickly and rushed out the door to her car. "Hurry up we gotta get him to Dr. Deaton!" she called out to the werewolf.
Derek nodded and made his way to Melissa's car. He'd paused earlier because he could swear he smelled something. But none of his other senses had been triggered...
As Melissa and Derek depart the area, a man steps from around the side of the house a nasty snarl on his face. He'd been so close...
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Isaac found himself lying in a heap on the floor while Crowley sat on him like he was nothing more than a lawn chair.
"As I was saying, before this puppy interrupted us," Crowley began, a look of minor annoyance crossing his face. "You called for backup. Now I have to deal with Moose and his idiotic brother," he complained in a gravelly baritone with a hint of an Irish accent.
Chris, still pinned to the wall, grimaced as he tried to remove the spike holding him. "Why would a demon, much less the King of Hell be interested in Beacon Hills?" he asked in pain.
"Ah, good question. But, I'm not gonna tell you yet. You see, Sam and Dean will be arriving here any second-" Crowley was saying as the sound of the front door being kicked in alerted him to their arrival.
"Crowley!" Dean shouted, charging in.
Said demon raised a hand shoved Dean into a wall on the far side of the room. "Ah ah, you're being very rude and interrupting me," he informed as he turned back to face-
"Moose! I can't say I'm surprised," he noted as he grabbed Sam's wrist a mere foot from impaling him with a demon killing blade.
Sam grimaced as he fought a cough.
"Ha!" Crowley laughed as he saw the condition of Sam's body and soul. "What /have/ you been up to?" he inquired. "But more importantly; where's my prophet, and where's the damned tablet?!"
"I've got your tablet right here you sonova bitch!" Dean called out, while still pinned to the wall.
Chris finally managed to free himself from the spike with a grunt and stabbed Crowley in the heart from behind with a silver blade.
The demon rolled his eyes at the sharp instrument impaling him before throwing Sam across the room, knocking him unconscious.
With the distractions taken care of, he turned to face Chris, not an ounce of pain in his face. "Seriously? You stabbed a demon in the back?! There's got to be a joke in there somewhere," her remarked before vanishing, leaving the silver blade to clatter uselessly on the floor.
"Sam!" Dean called out the moment the pressure was released from his body. He found his brother on his side but not injured.
"I take it you're the guys Garth sent?" asked Chris Argent, more than a little skepticism in his voice.
Dean nodded, noticing the werewolf on the ground. "That's the kid that got away," he noted and pulled a silver blade to end him when Chris stepped in front to block him.
"Back off. This is my zone, you're here for the demons, remember?"
Dean scowled at Chris but nodded, conceding the point.
"Dad!" came the shocked voice of Allison as she stormed into the house, finding him sitting on the ground, clutching his bloody shoulder as he checked over Isaac.
"What happened here?" she asked as she looked at an extremely pale Lydia. Their shopping trip had been interrupted when Lydia began screaming non-stop for nearly ten minutes. It was only as the three girls pulled into the driveway that Lydia finally stopped.
Looking around at the four beaten men, Kira could see why the girl had been triggered.
Chris winced but refused to say anything, looking at Dean. Allison understood clearly. "C'mon dad, we gotta get you bandaged up," she noted.
Chris grunted and managed to climb to his feet as he leaned on his surprisingly strong daughter.
Dean smirked at Allison, that roguish little smile he gets when be spots an attractive female. "Hey, names Dean." he offers, extending his hand.
Chris was quick to swat the hand away with a glare. "Seventeen, and she's /not/ hooking up with a hunter!" he interjected.
Dean frowned. "Seventeen, huh? Seems like a lifetime ago," he groused.
Allison couldn't help herself as gave a little smirk at the exchange. While she is dating Isaac, her second werewolf boyfriend, she's not blind! And Dean is a total hunk.
Lydia looked around the room, trying to figure out what triggered her episode, but unable to find anything.
"What was that? Why did it feel like my heart froze over?" she asked out loud, not expecting an answer.
Sam, just managing to awaken, heard the girl speaking and frowned. "You get episodes like that a lot? Suddenly feeling like death is running his fingers up your back?" he asked, sitting up on the couch that Dean had placed him on.
Lydia nodded, feeling a cold finger on her cheek, affectionately rubbing her skin as she stared at Sam. "Yeah, I've recently gotten better at controlling my powers..."
Sam nodded. "A banshee?" he asked.
The girl gave a confused look at he man before nodding. "How did you know?"
Sam shook his head side to side, tossing the hair out of his face before running his hand through it. "Well, we've run into a few before," he offered kindly.
Lydia's eyes widened at the realization. "There are others out there? ... They're not all locked in psyche wards are they?" she asked, recalling the only other banshee she knew of.
Sam laughed heartily. "No, they're just like any other person you'd meet. Only they tend to show up right when a hunter's in serious trouble," he added.
Lydia nodded slowly. Her powers were triggered for the benefits of her friends or when random kills where happening... But, now that she thought about it. The kills were caused by supernatural creatures on humans, including Allison's death at the hands of the Oni...
Was she meant to /hunt/ her friends or /help/ them?
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Dr. Deaton stood up and walked away from his examining table to look at Melissa and Derek. "His wounds are all superficial, which is a good thing. But, why would the hunters beat him up and leave him alive?" he asked, giving voice to the question on the concerned parent and mentor's minds.
"It doesn't make sense..." Derek admitted.
Scott chose that moment to regain consciousness, sitting straight up and growling. "NNNNGG! Where...?" he puzzled, feeling at his chest as the silver blade wounds continued to marr his chest.
"Scott!" Melissa cried out, rushing to her son's side. "Are you okay, baby?! Well, I mean, I know you're all beaten and cut up, but I mean..." she rambled on, as Derek smirked much to Scott's embarrassment.
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AN: So we are finally getting this story started. I have no intentions of rewriting the series, just making an episode.
SSTR87
Revision: 05/14/15