This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.
Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.
Sam’s mouth dropped open and Dean smiled at the lovely black haired woman smiling at them. Her body curvy within the sheep’s wool coat hugging her form. The full-length coat brushing the edges of her high heel boots.
“Uh”, Sam stuttered as she smiled with amusement looking at the car. “Wow I haven’t seen one of these in years, ” she drawled in a singsong voice.
“It’s his! ” Both brothers said simultaneously, pointing at each other.
‘And a sense of humour too” She laughed and extended her hand, pale slender fingers crowning it. “I’m Marissa,” she breathed as Dean quickly took her hand .Sam rolling his eyes at his brother’s audacity
“Jason Bates”, he introduced himself, lying smoothly. “And this is my brother Freddy.”
“Hi”, Sam said with a little nod.
“Are you here about the murders?” Marissa asked, smiling at them both with perfectly painted red lips.
“Yeah.” Sam frowned a little. “How did you know?”
The woman laughed, a silvery sound that seemed to echo in the fog. “Why else would anyone visit Mansion this time of the year. Are you reporters?”
“Correct”, Dean said with his most charming smile. “It’s like you can read minds.”
Marissa laughed again, then lifted her graceful hands to her temples. “Hmmm… I sense that you are in need of shelter… and food…”
“Correct again.” Dean’s smile widened. “If you guess right one more time you win the prize.”
“What prize?” Marissa asked, tilting her head a little.
Sam had had enough. “Is there anywhere else to stay in this town?” He asked before his brother could make any indecent proposals.
“There is a motel just north of here”, Marissa said. “The Alhambra Hotel is only open during the summer.”
“It seems as if the entire town is only open during the summer”, Dean commented.
“That’s not far from the truth”, Marissa replied. “And it’s been even more quiet since the murders. The poor girls…” She said, shaking her head sadly. “Who is capable of doing something like that…”
Dean and Sam shared a glance.