05/18/11

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 2

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.

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05/18/11

Supernatural ~ The Alternate Season: Stormy: Chapter 1

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.

The hideously decorated motel room was blissfully dark. Deep shadows loomed in every corner subduing the brain-numbing, kaleidoscopic wallpaper.

At least that is something to be grateful for, Dean thought wryly, staring at the wall in front of him.

He sat on one of the two narrow beds, a half-empty bottle of JD in his hand. His short hair was tousled after he had mindlessly run his fingers through it time and time again, his eyes that usually held a mischievous spark was dark and dull, his sensuous lips were pressed together in a thin line, the jaw set, shoulders slumped. He looked as if he had been carrying the world on his shoulder and dropped it.

He was wracked with guilt.

The truth about his father’s death, the fact that John Winchester had made a pact with a demon, that he had died instead of Dean… it was eating him up inside. It was torture – and not the fun kind.

And there was no way he was going to tell Sam. The kid had been through enough.

“Take care of your brother”, dad had always said. And Dean had done his best. Take care of him… John had whispered before he died. Be strong, Dean. Don’t hesitate if it comes to that…

That.

Just the thought of turning a weapon against his little brother was enough to make him tremble. Was enough to make him curse and hate his father for leaving, for dying when it should have been him.

Dean lifted the bottle to his lips and took a swallow. The whiskey was liquid silk in his mouth and fire in his throat.

To die… To be at peace, free from this world’s mortal coil…

Dean longed for it, for the silence, the end of the nightmares. But John Winchester had tied him to life with bonds of blood and duty. And he hated him for it. And loved him. Continue reading

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01/16/11

Supernatural: Last Breath

By Sharma Wild.  (Character death implied)

He knew he was dying, that was certain. But where he was going to end up was still a riddle. He knew he was going to die here, the feeling that engulfed him told him so. But was surprised him was that he could hear his father’s words echoing in his head. “No, Dean, you stay awake. Keep your eyes open!”

Dean laughed, his father had been dead for the past two months, there was no way that he was talking to him. His brain was only telling him what he wanted to hear. His father was dead and he was sure to follow.

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