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We are a 7th Season based Canon Supernatural site though we do have past and future boards to rp other plots in. The main plot-line is that Leviathans have been set free from purgatory and are running around eating people...will you stop them or join them? Are you good or evil? Come join us and figure that out! Canons and Originals welcome! Have fun!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 11:23:55 GMT -5
"Sam??" Dean heard Sam's surprised gasp and the sound of car wheels squealing against pavement. "SAM?!" No answer. "That's not good" he muttered to himself, snapping closed his phone and surveying his surroundings. He was maybe fifteen minutes on foot from Beckinridge road if he walked at a normal speed.
He made it there in ten, sprinting. He could hear Sam gasping for breath and shouting something but he didn't have time to figure out what it was. Instead, he pulled a loaded pistol from an inner jacket pocket and fired several rounds right through his baby's driver side window and into the pale skinned woman sitting on top of Sam. She flashed them both an angry look and vanished...for now.
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 11:27:47 GMT -5
Sam had never once been unfaithful to Jessica and it was this sole thought that kept him confident that this woman couldn't kill him...until she began to try and rip out his heart while sitting on top of him. Then his confidence faded. But his screams must have attracted someone because the next thing he knew, she was gone. And he lay there in the front seat, covered in bits of shattered window glass, breathing deeply.
He heard Dean's concerned, "Sam?" but he ignored it, an idea taking shape in his mind. "So you can never go home, huh? Too bad. I'm taking you home." He put the car in gear and sped right through the front door of the house, taking half of the rotting wall with him.
Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 11:38:29 GMT -5
Dean had barely taken a step towards the car to see if Sam was unhurt when it sprung to life, crashing through the rundown house's front door. Dean's first thought was that the woman in white had hijacked it again, but why on earth would she take the car into the home she could never go back to?
So figuring it must be Sam and he must have some crazy idea, Dean hurried inside to help before that idea got him killed. "Good plan genius. Drive into a house. All sorts of smooth with that one." But Sam wasn't listening to him. He was looking over his shoulder so Dean spun around and found himself face to face with Constance Welsh, the woman in white. She took a swing at him but he ducked. He tensed, ready for another attack, but what he wasn't ready for was a dresser to come flying out of nowhere and pin the boys up against the wall. Before she could advance on them, an eerie sound floated throughout the house. It sounded like two voices in unison whispering the word 'mommy' over and over again. And then, suddenly two children, dripping wet, were at the top of the stairs.
Sam and Dean struggled against the dresser but its weight, coupled with the supernatural forces keeping it there made it impossible to budge even an inch, and so it continued to crush their ribs. The boys watched, unable to do anything else after all, as the children approached Constance, still whispering 'mommy'.
And in a flash of activity, they gave her a huge hug which might have looked nice but apparently was like knives to Constance, who began screaming. And in a flash of water all three were gone. Dean tested this by nodding at Sam and then pushing on the dresser. With both of their combined efforts, it topped over, away from them and they could breathe normally again.
"So you took her home, huh...that actually was a good plan. Nice work, Sammy." Dean gave his brother an impressed clap on the shoulder as he went to inspect the Impala. "But I'll tell you this much...if you messed up my car...I'll kill you."
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 11:47:01 GMT -5
Sam couldn't help but laugh. After everything that had just happened, Dean's first concern was his car as usual. It was refreshing. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
"So these coordinates that Dad left you point to a place called Black Water Ridge in Colorado. It doesn't seem to be much but forests and ranger stations out that way. I wonder why Dad left you these coordinates." Sam squinted, using the light from his flashlight to study the map as Dean finished gassing up the Impala, preparing her for their trip out of Jericho.
As Dean slid into the car and started up the engine, Sam looked over at him. The older Winchester was bobbing his head along to the music, looking rather peaceful and happy. "You know, if we shag ass, we could be there by morning" he commented, pulling out of the gas station.
Sam hated to do or say anything that would change the expression on his brother's face, as it was not actually one you saw a lot with the brooding older Winchester, but it couldn't be helped. "Dean...I...""You're not going are you." Dean finished the sentence for him, not making it into much of a question.
Sam looked out the window, playing with the flashlight in his hands. "The interview is in ten hours, Dean. I have to be there. I have to." He nedded Dean to understand this.
Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 11:52:57 GMT -5
Dean tried to catch Sam's eye but the younger Winchester wouldn't cooperate. "Ok, ok, fine. I'll take you home." Dean let out a breath, trying not to show how upset and hurt he felt by the fact that even after a weekend together that proved they hadn't lost a step when it came to being partners in this line of work ((even if maybe they'd lost a step when it came to being brothers)), Sam could still just walk away. That was something Sam was good at, Dean reflected bitterly as he pulled the Impala to a stop in front of Sam's apartment a few hours later.
But rather than let any of these negative thoughts show on his face, Dean leaned across his seat to address the departing Sam through the passenger side window. "Hey. We made a great team back there."
Sam's answering smile was small but there. "Yeah...call me when you find him" he added.
Dean answer was a salute and short beep of the horn as he drove off into the night.
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 11:59:15 GMT -5
Sam watched his brother drive away and had to immediately force down the surprising feel of guilt and even a little sorrow that he wasn't still in the passenger seat. "That life is over. I'm with Jess now" he coaxed himself aloud as he dropped his bag off in the kitchen and crossed into their bedroom. Speaking of Jess...he hadn't heard her moving around in the apartment so he called out, "Jess! Babe, I'm home!" He waited another minute, then shrugged and lay down on the bed to wait for her to get back from where ever she was.
It took only seconds for him to know something was very wrong. If his gut instinct wasn't enough, the droplets of blood falling from the ceiling and hitting his forehead sure was. His eyes flew open, narrowly missing getting a splash of blood in them, and his whole world turned upside down.
"JESS" he hollered hoarsely, his mind numb. He couldn't think of a single thing to do and the room was filling with smoke and fire quickly. "JESS!! NO! JESS!!!"
Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 12:06:23 GMT -5
You learned to rely on instinct a lot when you were a hunter and Dean hadn't driven more than half a block before he knew he had to turn around. He couldn't put his finger on why exactly but he knew for the same reasons that his father being missing this long was not like every other time he went missing that he had to turn around and go back to Sam's. And by the time he got there, the place was an inferno.
He kicked down the front door and then the bedroom one as well, coughing and fighting his way over to where Sam was still lying immobilized on the bed, shouting Jess' name over and over again. "Sam, come on!" He dodged a falling piece of flaming ceiling, grabbed his younger brother's arm and hauled him outside. He didn't stop pulling until they were safely away from the wreckage.
"Sam..." He took in his brother's face, smudged from the fire and twisted from the pain. His caramel-brown eyes were glassy and he was staring at the smoke from the flames with an intense determination that was bordering on rivaling John Winchester's expression when his wife had died the same way.
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 10, 2013 12:10:41 GMT -5
Sam turned and walked a few paces away from his brother, stopping at the Impala which was parked a few feet away, parallel to the sidewalk. Firefighters were starting to arrive, as well as concerned neighbors, all trying to see if anyone had been hurt.
Sam unlocked the trunk and opened it, first the normal lid and then the false-bottom, propping it up with one of the many rifles stored in their weapons arsenal. He pulled out a shotgun and studied it silently for a minute before tossing it back into the trunk with a loud thud.