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yllektraWell, as i mentioned earlier , i started writing again. I have many ideas.. Some short stories are already completed, but i just wanna try to make a longer one. I find them more interesting and challenging.
But i don't know if this particular idea is worth pursueing. It will probably be Season 1 fic since at least in the begining i won't use any John allusions,but i am not sure. Maybe he will come up maybe he wont.
I also want to introduce a new character, a woman about their age with abilities not exaclty like Sam's but different.
Anyhow, i have started writing it and i have written more. But this is just a teaser.
It's not very long and i just want to hear what you guys think and maybe give me some suggestions.
So if you have some time read on -it's short- and let me know what you think.
Supernatural – How Angry Spirits Are Born
Part One: “Beneath your skin”
****TEASER****
“You’ll stay here for years, disembodied, scared and over the decades it will probably drive you mad. Maybe you’ll even get violent! How do you think angry spirits are born? They can’t let go and they can’t move on!”
* The Reaper, 2x01 “In my time of dieing”.
They were once again in the middle of nowhere. Following one of Sam’s “bad dreams”. One of his premonitions. What was he? Phoebe Halliwell or something? And why couldn’t he dream of something happy? Like them defeating the evilest of evil and sending it back into the depths of the abyss where it would stay for good?
Or them being stranded on a desert island with nothing but food and women? And some good old rock music…and somewhere to play it on? Hence electricity?
Meh, it was no use bickering when no one was there to listen…Not even Sam.
Dean Winchester took another sip of his beer and looked around the bar uninterested. There was nothing unusual there. Just some old guys smoking and drinking and…stinking. And a bored waitress who was eyeing him as if he were sweeter than candy-bet she hadn’t seen anyone under 30 up close and personal, anyone that she wasn’t related to by blood anyways- in years, in decades even.
“Oh, bad mental image!” he said to himself as he forced a smile at her and immediately looked away.
Yep, more old people on the other side of the bar as well, a man in his sixties, one in his late fifties, one slightly younger and one with a darn good pair of hairless legs..?
Hey, that was a woman! With long fair hair, big green eyes and gorgeous lips. And God she was flirting with a guy two times her age? She didn’t look older than 30 and maybe she was even younger. How did a woman as hot as this one end up in here? And why on earth was she flirting with the grandpa ...and not with him?
Taking another sip of his beer he continued to look at the strange couple, when he realized that the waitress was talking to him.
“Sorry, what was that, Doreen?” he asked wondering if he was going to regret reading her name off the tag on her blouse and calling her that.
“I said you are looking at her? Well, don’t. She is trouble!”
“Now why would you say that?” he mouthed interested.
“She is new around here. Well, we’ve seen her 5 or six times but each time she goes out of this bar with someone, that someone turns up dead in a few days. Mind you the police have already questioned her a few times, found nothing. But we know better!” she added emphatically.
“Who’s we?” he asked with a grin.
She didn’t seem to like the question, as she quickly flicked her tongue over her dry lips.
“Who’s we? Now what kind of a question is that? The people of the town of course!” she said with a grin.
“Are you sure the rest of the townies share your thoughts? I mean I don’t see anyone complaining that she is in here with them or him even. He is flirting with her!” he nodded.
“Oh, Lukas. He doesn’t count. He’s got a death wish!” she laughed.
“He looks quite normal to me!” he said as he continued to look at him. The man didn’t look even slightly irritated. Instead he looked as if he were really enjoying the company of the woman.
“Doreen, there are a lot of men who would get in line to die..that way!” he laughed.
“You men. It’s always about the boobs, right? All about the looks? You don’t give a nice, prudent, respectable woman a fighting chance, do you?” She said passing her hand through her grease-filled hair and finishing with a smile.
“Oh, my!” Dean thought. “She’s really going to go for it!”. He nervously cleared his throat. “Ok, that was fun!”. “So what did you say her name was again?”
“Lorelai!” She scoffed. “One should know better with that name! Name of a harlot!”
“Come on Doreen! That sounds a little harsh. One should have a little fun every once in a while, you know?? He added taking another sip of his beer.
With the edge of his eyes he watched as the blonde woman leaned in to kiss the man and exhaled noisily, frustrated even. Then she whispered something in his ear and he seemed to be surprised. He turned to look at her in the eyes and she nodded with a seductive smile. The forgettable man beamed as he raised his hand to ask for the bill.
“Huh, you can’t believe your own luck, buddy? I know I can’t believe your luck!” he crankily said.
Lukas stood up, leaving money on the table and mouthed something to Lorelai just as he headed to the bathroom. She nodded “yes” and took a sip of her drink, whatever that was. She let her eyes wander around the bar and examined each guy inside with interest and determination. Until her eyes reached Dean. A chill traveled down his spine. He could actually, physically feel her “examination” ,it was as if she had some real power over him. She first looked at his legs and then her green eyes focused on the top of his head, his hair until they met his grey-green eyes.
He could swear he saw a smile form on her lips, as if knowing exactly what he was thinking. Not that it was all that hard to figure out. With a body like hers, what could he be thinking…really?
Then her eyes followed along his jawline and grew strict as they traveled around his neck. Then suddenly she stopped. It was as if she were in shock. As if she had seen a ghost really.
When she lifted her head, she wasn’t that sweet, sexy woman anymore. Her eyes had something violent burning inside of them. As if she were a wild, a brutal animal. And for a second. Only for a second Dean could have sworn he saw her eyes turn red and her lips forming some words that could have been insults or curses?
Startled he tried to think what could have offended her that much? Sure it wasn’t one of his best days. He could do with a decent shave and a shower and really the flare wasn’t doing it for him..but honestly he thought he was just as adorable as always. And besides she couldn’t have smelled him from that far! So what was it?
He lowered his eyes to look at his neck. What was it? Then it came to him. How could he have been so stupid? Of course. The silver cross around his neck had done the trick. So she wasn’t much into religion. Dean could live with that. At least for a night or two. But it was more than that. That woman was a succubus!
And Sam was right once again! He almost couldn’t bear to think the triumphant look in Sam’s eyes. He could almost picture it right now.
“I’ll be damned!” he shouted and looked at Lorelai again.
Lukas had just come back from the bathroom and Lorelai stood up too,grabbing hr purse and followed him as he made his way across the bar and head out. As they were passing behind him Dean turned to look at them. Lorelai’s eyes met with his and they were pure ice.
Dean took out his cell-phone and dialed Sam’s number. It wasn’t long till he answered.
“Sam? Hope you are not asleep. Meet me outside the bar and bring holy water and the flare gun!”
Let Me Know What You Think! :D
But i don't know if this particular idea is worth pursueing. It will probably be Season 1 fic since at least in the begining i won't use any John allusions,but i am not sure. Maybe he will come up maybe he wont.
I also want to introduce a new character, a woman about their age with abilities not exaclty like Sam's but different.
Anyhow, i have started writing it and i have written more. But this is just a teaser.
It's not very long and i just want to hear what you guys think and maybe give me some suggestions.
So if you have some time read on -it's short- and let me know what you think.
Supernatural – How Angry Spirits Are Born
Part One: “Beneath your skin”
****TEASER****
“You’ll stay here for years, disembodied, scared and over the decades it will probably drive you mad. Maybe you’ll even get violent! How do you think angry spirits are born? They can’t let go and they can’t move on!”
* The Reaper, 2x01 “In my time of dieing”.
They were once again in the middle of nowhere. Following one of Sam’s “bad dreams”. One of his premonitions. What was he? Phoebe Halliwell or something? And why couldn’t he dream of something happy? Like them defeating the evilest of evil and sending it back into the depths of the abyss where it would stay for good?
Or them being stranded on a desert island with nothing but food and women? And some good old rock music…and somewhere to play it on? Hence electricity?
Meh, it was no use bickering when no one was there to listen…Not even Sam.
Dean Winchester took another sip of his beer and looked around the bar uninterested. There was nothing unusual there. Just some old guys smoking and drinking and…stinking. And a bored waitress who was eyeing him as if he were sweeter than candy-bet she hadn’t seen anyone under 30 up close and personal, anyone that she wasn’t related to by blood anyways- in years, in decades even.
“Oh, bad mental image!” he said to himself as he forced a smile at her and immediately looked away.
Yep, more old people on the other side of the bar as well, a man in his sixties, one in his late fifties, one slightly younger and one with a darn good pair of hairless legs..?
Hey, that was a woman! With long fair hair, big green eyes and gorgeous lips. And God she was flirting with a guy two times her age? She didn’t look older than 30 and maybe she was even younger. How did a woman as hot as this one end up in here? And why on earth was she flirting with the grandpa ...and not with him?
Taking another sip of his beer he continued to look at the strange couple, when he realized that the waitress was talking to him.
“Sorry, what was that, Doreen?” he asked wondering if he was going to regret reading her name off the tag on her blouse and calling her that.
“I said you are looking at her? Well, don’t. She is trouble!”
“Now why would you say that?” he mouthed interested.
“She is new around here. Well, we’ve seen her 5 or six times but each time she goes out of this bar with someone, that someone turns up dead in a few days. Mind you the police have already questioned her a few times, found nothing. But we know better!” she added emphatically.
“Who’s we?” he asked with a grin.
She didn’t seem to like the question, as she quickly flicked her tongue over her dry lips.
“Who’s we? Now what kind of a question is that? The people of the town of course!” she said with a grin.
“Are you sure the rest of the townies share your thoughts? I mean I don’t see anyone complaining that she is in here with them or him even. He is flirting with her!” he nodded.
“Oh, Lukas. He doesn’t count. He’s got a death wish!” she laughed.
“He looks quite normal to me!” he said as he continued to look at him. The man didn’t look even slightly irritated. Instead he looked as if he were really enjoying the company of the woman.
“Doreen, there are a lot of men who would get in line to die..that way!” he laughed.
“You men. It’s always about the boobs, right? All about the looks? You don’t give a nice, prudent, respectable woman a fighting chance, do you?” She said passing her hand through her grease-filled hair and finishing with a smile.
“Oh, my!” Dean thought. “She’s really going to go for it!”. He nervously cleared his throat. “Ok, that was fun!”. “So what did you say her name was again?”
“Lorelai!” She scoffed. “One should know better with that name! Name of a harlot!”
“Come on Doreen! That sounds a little harsh. One should have a little fun every once in a while, you know?? He added taking another sip of his beer.
With the edge of his eyes he watched as the blonde woman leaned in to kiss the man and exhaled noisily, frustrated even. Then she whispered something in his ear and he seemed to be surprised. He turned to look at her in the eyes and she nodded with a seductive smile. The forgettable man beamed as he raised his hand to ask for the bill.
“Huh, you can’t believe your own luck, buddy? I know I can’t believe your luck!” he crankily said.
Lukas stood up, leaving money on the table and mouthed something to Lorelai just as he headed to the bathroom. She nodded “yes” and took a sip of her drink, whatever that was. She let her eyes wander around the bar and examined each guy inside with interest and determination. Until her eyes reached Dean. A chill traveled down his spine. He could actually, physically feel her “examination” ,it was as if she had some real power over him. She first looked at his legs and then her green eyes focused on the top of his head, his hair until they met his grey-green eyes.
He could swear he saw a smile form on her lips, as if knowing exactly what he was thinking. Not that it was all that hard to figure out. With a body like hers, what could he be thinking…really?
Then her eyes followed along his jawline and grew strict as they traveled around his neck. Then suddenly she stopped. It was as if she were in shock. As if she had seen a ghost really.
When she lifted her head, she wasn’t that sweet, sexy woman anymore. Her eyes had something violent burning inside of them. As if she were a wild, a brutal animal. And for a second. Only for a second Dean could have sworn he saw her eyes turn red and her lips forming some words that could have been insults or curses?
Startled he tried to think what could have offended her that much? Sure it wasn’t one of his best days. He could do with a decent shave and a shower and really the flare wasn’t doing it for him..but honestly he thought he was just as adorable as always. And besides she couldn’t have smelled him from that far! So what was it?
He lowered his eyes to look at his neck. What was it? Then it came to him. How could he have been so stupid? Of course. The silver cross around his neck had done the trick. So she wasn’t much into religion. Dean could live with that. At least for a night or two. But it was more than that. That woman was a succubus!
And Sam was right once again! He almost couldn’t bear to think the triumphant look in Sam’s eyes. He could almost picture it right now.
“I’ll be damned!” he shouted and looked at Lorelai again.
Lukas had just come back from the bathroom and Lorelai stood up too,grabbing hr purse and followed him as he made his way across the bar and head out. As they were passing behind him Dean turned to look at them. Lorelai’s eyes met with his and they were pure ice.
Dean took out his cell-phone and dialed Sam’s number. It wasn’t long till he answered.
“Sam? Hope you are not asleep. Meet me outside the bar and bring holy water and the flare gun!”
Let Me Know What You Think! :D
