Zoy_Herotic
Charizard Trainer
Here's a link to the Supernatural fanfic I'm working on!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2793275/1/
Even though I've given you guys the link above, I'll also give you the first two chapters of my fic! Yay! So, here it is! (Story takes place after the first series)
Prologue: Dean and Sam are still searching for their father, even after all the things they've been through.
When Dean suddenly gets a call from someone he and their dad had helped in the past, it sees him and Sam heading to California. Anyway, as soon the two hit the road in Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala- they pick up a hitchhiker who seems to be heading the direction they're going- Yosemite Village. As soon as they arrive, they know something is definitely wrong. The townspeople are hiding things, no matter how deadly the secret could be. Will the two Winchester brother's be able to figure out what the problem is?
The Headless Horseman PT.1
It was still hard to believe that the two Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam, were still travelling around looking for their missing father, John, who wanted revenge on the demon that had killed his beloved wife, and the boy's mother. Even though Sam watched his mother die and erupt into flames right above his head, he was still too young to remember anything, yet Dean, who was four when the tragedy had occured, could never have gotten the thought from his head, and it had scared him, even though he apeared to be afraid of nothing. I guess that could be the reson why Dean would never show his feelings, not even around his younger brother.
It seemed that everywhere the two brothers went, their dad was always one step ahead of them, leaving them with jobs he didn't get to finish. Was he just too busy to finish the jobs himself? Was it to prepare the two brothers for what was yet to come?
Dean and Sam now sat inside a small cafe, waiting for the meals they had ordered. The two deserved a break after hunting many abnormal things over the past few months. So, now the two brothers sat in a booth, sitting opposite one another. Sam drummed his fingers on the surface of the table, his mind obviously somewhere else. It was hard enough for him to quit college and start hunting supernatural things after four years- but why so soon after his girlfriend's death? Of course he wanted revenge on the thing that killed her, but he couldn't attend her funeral, even though he knew she had left this world and he wasn't ever going to see her again. But still- his older brother appeared on his doorstep one night, wanting his help. He just couldn't have said no and let him hunt things on his own, but then again, Dean hadn't stopped hunting. He continued to hunt abnormal things, while Sam tried to live a normal life, by going to college and trying to forget about his past. But like they always say, your past does catch up with you. And still, after hearing it so many times from his older brother Dean, Sam still believed that he was responsible for his girlfriend Jessica's death, despite what his brother said- because he wasn't there to protect her. Dean always retorted by saying that he wasn't there, so it wasn't his fault. But then Sam would agree and say that was the reason why she died- because he wasn't there to protect her from the thing that killed her!
Dean's hazel eyes suddenly looked up from the piece of paper he was writing on. "Sammy!" he called, causing his brother to look at him. "Stop it or I'll make you stop!" he demanded, before he put pen to paper.
Sam gave a sigh. Saving the world from supernatural things was cool and all, but the heroes did need a break once in a while. All he wanted was a normal life, where he would get married, have a couple of kids, a couple of pets, and a nice house. But that dream was very far from reality. The sound of footsteps brought him back to reality, and he looked up as a waitress approached, with the meals they had ordered in her hands.
"There you go boys," she said, placing the meals in front of them.
Dean looked up at the waitress that had just walked away, giving a smirk. Obviously he was impressed by the way she looked. Remembering that he had ordered something, he looked down at the food that was placed in front of him. "You know Sammy, the food here's supposed to be really good," he stated, as he put the pen and paper away into one of his bags.
Sam looked up at Dean with his bluey green eyes. He always got annoyed when his older brother called him 'Sammy.' Dean knew that Sam hated the nickname, but the name sorta stuck with him throughout the years. Even though Sam was a few years younger than Dean, he stood at 6'5, while Dean stood at 6'1, four inches shorter than Sam. "You know, my name is Sam, not Sammy," Sam said calmly, as he pulled his plate of food towards him. "Sammy was the name given when I was twelve years old, not twenty four."
Dean flashed his younger brother a smirk. "You still look like that chubby, twelve year old to me Sammy," he said, annoying his younger brother. Just as he was about to take a bite of the burger sitting on the plate in front of him, his cell phone began to ring, and Dean gave a long, low sigh. He hated to be interrupted when he was eating- especially if it was good food at that! Reaching into one of the pockets of his leather jacket, he pulled out a black cell phone, which he flipped open.
"Hello?" he asked, placing the phone to his ear.
Sam watched and listened as his older brother spoke to someone on the other end, and by the sounds of it, it was someone that Dean knew. As soon as the conversation had started, it was over. Sam watched as Dean placed his cell phone into his pocket, and watched as he rose to his feet.
"We're heading out Sammy," he stated, as he rummaged through his faded jeans pockets before pulling out some money. "We're heading for California."
Sam watched his older brother rise to his feet, and he followed suit. Dean threw the money for the meals he and his brother hadn't eaten onto the table, before he picked up a duffel bag. He then threw the other to Sam, who easily caught it.
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"Where in California are we going to?" Sam questioned, as he sat in the front passenger seat of Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala. Not getting a reply from his older brother, he continued. "And what exactly are we dealing with?"
Dean glanced at his younger brother, while trying to keep his eyes on the road ahead. The Impala was currently going one hundred kilometres an hour, on a road which was surrounded nothing. Driving was the best sort of transport according to Dean, because he had a fear of flying. He had to overcome that fear when a demon was possessing people on planes, causing him and Sam to go aboard and destroy it. Luckily the two were able to stop the plane from crashing after forty minutes into the flight, because they managed to destroy the demon with five or so minutes to go.
Seeing no cars up ahead on the other side of the road or ahead of him, Dean quickly reached over the console and grabbed an over-stuffed journal that had been sitting on the backseat. Glancing down at the journal, he flicked through to a page, before he handed the journal to Sam. "We're heading to Yosemite Village, and I think this is what we're dealing with."
Sam looked down at the journal in his hands. When Dean had gone back to the police station with the police, he was given their dad's journal after the police officer had found it, while the two brothers were hunting a 'Woman in White.' The last time the brothers had seen each other had been four years earlier- when Sam had sworn he'd never hunt anything again. But still, the two pulled through for each other, and having their dad's journal, only pointed them into the path of more problems- where they then faced a Wendigo, in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.
"You think we're facing the Headless Horseman?" he questioned, looking at his older brother. "You think it actually exists?"
"Well, if the Hookman's real, I think the Headless Horseman is," said Dean, before he turned to another page, which had a drawing of a headless man sitting on the back of a horse.
"Okay, so we're dealing with the Headless Horseman," Sam stated reluctantly, as he turned to face his brother, while he still held their dad's journal. "How do we stop him? He only kills because he's searching for his head."
Dean looked at his brother, and he nodded his head. Just as he was about to say something, he looked back at the road, and saw a figure standing off to the side up ahead. Realising that it was a girl standing on the side of the road, his lips turned into a smirk. "Mind if we pick up a hitchhiker?" he asked, glancing at Sam, who simply shook his head with disgust.
Sam gave a sigh as the Impala turned off the road, and rolled to a stop. He watched as the girl that stood in front of the car lowered her arm, and jogged over to his window, which he rolled down. "Thanks for stopping," she thanked, out of breath.
"No problem," Dean answered, seeing as how Sam wasn't going to say anything. "Where you heading?"
The girl placed her hand to her forehead, trying to keep the sun out of her eyes. "Uhh... California?" A strong gust of warm wind blew, causing her long, wavy, dark brown hair to fly across her face. "If you're not heading there, I'll gladly wait for another car."
Dean shook his head as he gave a cheeky smirk. No way was he going to let this girl wait for another car! "Actually, we're heading in that direction ourselves. We can drop you off at wherever you need to go."
The girl gave a smile, and her hazel green eyes seemed to sparkle. "Thanks. I'm heading for Yosemite Village," she continued.
Sam looked over at Dean. Why did she need to go there? Obviously she didn't know about the Headless Horseman which seemed to be lurking around. Now since she was joining them, he and Dean couldn't talk about their plan on destroying the ghost. But then again, being in the company of a girl was a much better option then talking about supernatural things, like ghosts and spirits. Sam gave a smile as the girl opened one of the doors and jumped into the backseat of Dean's Impala. Shutting the door behind her, she placed her backpack on the ground.
"Anyway, thanks again for picking me up. Pretty much every car that passed me completely ignored me," she said, "I'm Carli by the way, Carli Anderson."
Sam turned around in his seat, so then he could face her. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my older brother Dean," he introduced, as he extended his head. Carli happily shook Sam's hand. "How did you end up on the side of the road?"
"I got a ride from someone. He literally threw me out of the car because I thought he was a perverted old bugger," Carli explained. "So are you guys from around here?" she then asked, saying the question with a bit of an accent.
Sam shook his head. "We're actually from Kansas," he said, "what about you?"
"New Jersey. I moved there when I was fifteen, after being born in Australia," Carli explained. Well, that explained the odd accent.
Dean watched the road carefully before he put his foot on the gas, which caused his car to return to the road. "Very interesting. So is it true that everyone over there ride kangaroos to get to places?"
Sam was actually quite embarrassed by the question his brother had just asked. Of course they didn't! He should've known that by now!
"What are you on? Pot?" Carli questioned, giving a smile. "Of course we don't. Kangaroos are wild animals. We drive cars on real roads to get to places."
After that brief conversation where Carli embarrassed Dean quite a bit, the three didn't talk. Of course it felt awkward to Carli, because she was in a car with two guys who she didn't know. "So... how old are you guys?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
"I'm twenty seven, and Sammy here is twenty two," Dean clarified, as he looked at Carli through the mirror. "What about you?"
"Twenty four," she answered, giving a smile. "Hopefully it's not too young for ya."
"Not at all," Dean replied, before he turned back to the road.
"Where in California are you guys going? 'cos I'm really sorry if I've gotten in the way," Carli apologised, but Sam simply shook his head.
"We're actually heading to Yosemite Village ourselves," Sam answered, giving a smile.
Carli immediately returned the smile. There was something about Sam that made her feel- happy. He was also kind to her, not asking too many questions, not really caring what her business was. He also gave off an aura that seemed to tell her that he had witnessed something horrific, and would protect anyone close to him- even at the cost of his own life. Actually, there was something about the two brothers that she liked. Sam appeared to be more open with his emotions, while Dean seemed to have a wall built around his heart. Why was he so withdrawn? She wouldn't have a clue. He also gave off a bad boy aura, and seemed to be a player by the way he kept glancing at her.
But then again, Carli did like bad boys, so this situation wasn't new to her. Tearing her eyes away from the front, Carli stared out one of the windows, and she watched as the paddocks of grass ran past her. Everywhere she looked, it reminded her of home, especially in Australia, when she had been a young teenager. Carli had lived on a property of twenty or so acres, where her family had dogs, cats, birds, cows, sheep and horses. Some people referred to her home as a farm, but she and her family just called it home. But when her family were forced to move, they decided to move overseas, to start a new life. There was nothing Australian in New Jersey, except for some of the things they had brought from their old home. They moved into a two storey suburban home, on half an acre. There was no Aussie Rules, Netball- none of the things Carli loved to play and watch, so she forced her parents to buy a satellite dish, just so she could keep in touch with the footy.
"We're here."
Carli broke out of her thoughts and looked up as the car began to pass by houses of all shapes and sizes. "Where would you like us to drop you off?" Dean questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Anywhere, I don't care," Carli replied, which caused the Impala to suddenly stop.
"Well, here's your stop," said Dean, as Carli picked up her backpack and placed it on her lap.
"I didn't literally mean anywhere," Carli stated, as Dean turned around in his seat to face her. Seeing a smirk on his face, she knew he was just trying to get to her. "Very funny," she said with sarcasm, as she opened the door closest to her.
"I find it hilarious," Dean replied, as Carli got out of his car and closed the door behind her. She then stood outside Sam's window, which he rolled down.
"Thanks," she said, "maybe I'll see you guys again."
Sam gave a smile. "Can I have your cell phone?" he asked, causing both Carli and his older brother to look at him oddly. "Just in case you need us."
Understanding, Carli pulled out her cell phone, which was a blue colour. She looked down at the small screen before she gave it to Sam. 5:30pm. Pressing a few buttons, Sam entered his number into Carli's phone, as well as Dean's. "Thanks," said Carli, as Sam handed her back her phone.
Without looking back at Carli, Dean put his foot to the gas, and his Impala rolled back out onto the road. "What a nice girl," said Dean, as he glanced over at Sam.
Sam gave a sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah. One that only interests you because she looks nice," he stated.
Dean completely ignored his younger brother's statement. "You wanna check out Joey's place?" he asked.
"Who's Joey?" questioned Sam, but as soon as he had asked, he had already figured out. "Do you even know where he lives?"
"Of course I do," Dean replied, as he flicked the indicator on and the Impala turned around a corner.
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"This is where he lives?" Sam asked, as the black '67 Chevy Impala rolled to a stop outside a bunch of flats.
Dean pulled the keys out of ignition and looked at his younger brother. "Yeah. Why? Is there something wrong?" he asked, as he got out of his car. Sam followed suit, and the two walked up the small footpath leading to the small front porch.
"No. I just expected- something else," Sam replied, as the two stopped in front of the wooden front door. He watched as Dean leaned forward and knocked on the door a couple of times, before the two began to wait patiently for their dad's friend to answer the door.
Not getting a reply, Dean knocked on the door again, his patience beginning to run out. He then knocked a few more times after that, which resulted in Sam grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
"Dean, take it easy," said Sam, as he pulled his brother away from the door. "I guess he's not home."
Dean impatiently shook his head as he shoved his hands into his faded jeans pockets, and he stood on his edge of the porch, where he tapped the ground with his black biker boots. "There's something wrong," he said finally, as he looked over his shoulder at Sam. "And I'm pretty sure the neighbours know why."
Sam looked around, and noticed that people were watching them from the comfort of their homes. But whenever he looked at them, they'd close the curtains, before they'd continue to watch them.
"And I'm not going to wait around for an answer." Sam quickly turned around and watched as Dean kicked the front door, smashing it open.
"Dean!" Sam called quietly, as he watched his older brother enter the dark house. Feeling awkward that the whole neighbourhood was watching him, he quickly slipped into the house. "Dean!" Sam called, as he slowly made his way through the dark house. He had to shield his eyes from the light when Dean switched them on. "What are we doing in here?"
Dean waited until his brother's eyes adjusted to the light before he began to explain. Handing Sam a piece of folded paper, Dean began to pace around the room. "Something's strange about this place, as if everyone's keeping a secret," he began, as Sam quickly read the words that were written onto the piece of paper. "I feel as if we're being watched the whole time."
"Do you think this has something to do with the Headless Horseman?" asked Sam, looking up from the paper. "Do you think everyone knows about him?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I'll go search the kitchen," he said, causing Sam to sigh.
"And that leaves me with the bedroom," he said quietly, as he began to walk in that direction. Seeing as how it was now around seven o'clock, it was dark outside, so as Sam walked down the hallway to the bedroom, he had to turn on the lights. The floorboards underneath his brown biker boots creaked as he finally arrived at the bedroom. Seeing a shadow sitting on the bed, he knew that someone or something was in the room. Feeling for the gun on his belt, he quickly switched on the light, and to his horror, he found Joey- sitting dead in front of him.
"Dean! Dean!" he called, before he cautiously entered the room. Joey's body was tied to the bed, which caused it to be sitting upright, while his head, lay on the bed next to his body. Someone or something had cut his head off.
Dean ran into the room, and stopped, shocked, at the end of the bed, where Sam was standing. "He's dead?" he choked, as he took a step closer.
Sam nodded his head as he pulled out the folded piece of paper. "Do you think it has anything to do with the Headless Horseman?"
Dean,
I'm sorry if I'm gone when you arrive. I'm paying a visit
to the cemetery, just to visit the grave of my uncle.
I'll talk to you soon
Joey
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Possibly," he said simply, before he walked to the side of the bed, and he gently poked Joey's head with his index finger.
Sam wrinkled his nose with disgust as Joey's head rolled, leaving a patch of blood from where it had been sitting earlier. "Maybe we should get out of here, just in case the cops decide to check this place out," Sam suggested, and, as if on cue, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
Glancing at Sam, Dean followed his brother out of Joey's room, leaving his body and head in the way they were before. Quickly running out of the small flat, the two brothers jumped into the black '67 Chevy Impala, with no time to lose. Putting the keys into ignition, the engine roared to life, and before they knew it, Sam and Dean were back out on the road.
Sam gave a sigh as he leaned back into the front passenger seat. "You should've left Joey's head alone," he said, looking up at his older brother, who was sitting next to him. "When the cops find your fingerprints on his head, they'll come looking for you."
"Don't worry so much Sammy," Dean replied casually, as the Impala drove down another street. "It's not like I have a criminal record or anything."
"In fact you do," said Sam, "because everyone believed that the shapeshifter was actually you."
On one of Sam and Dean's travels, Sam had received an email from one of his close friends named Rebecca, saying that her brother Zach had been charged with murder, which caused the two Winchester brothers to help out. Finding out that Zach had been in two places at the one time, Sam and Dean went and found out that a shapeshifter had caused all the problems. Eventually the creature had taken form of Dean, and therefore it caused him to have a criminal record, even though he had done nothing. A very unfair call if you ask me.
"Well, that wasn't entirely my fault," answered Dean, before he noticed a motel up ahead. "Wanna crash here for the night?" he asked, looking over at Sam.
Sam shrugged his shoulders as the Impala drove off the road and into a parking lot. Rolling to a stop, Sam got out of the car, followed by Dean. "You know what we have to do, don't you?" Sam questioned his older sibling, as the two brothers headed for the front desk of the motel. Entering through a pair of glass doors, the two stopped in front of a large wooden desk, where a man sat behind it, typing on a computer.
"Can I help you?" he asked, looking up from the computer screen sitting in front of him.
Sam quickly nodded his head. "We'd like a room for one night," he said, before Dean could even say a word.
The man gave a smile. "That'll be $250 for the two of you," he said, before he held out his hand to receive the money.
Giving a sigh, Dean dug deep into his jeans pockets before he pulled out a handful of cash. "Here you go," he said, plopping it heavily into the man's palm. "Keep the change."
A greedy smile appeared on the man's face as he placed the cash on the desk next to him. Opening a draw, he pulled out a key, with the number 81 engraved into it. "Your room's off in that direction," he stated, pointing in the direction of the room. Completely ignoring the man's help, Dean took the key from him, and headed out, followed by Sam.
"You could learn to be nice once in a while," he stated, as the two walked back to Dean's Impala.
Opening one of the backdoors, Dean reached in and pulled out two duffel bags. Tossing one ot Sam, he closed the door behind him, before he locked his car. "Why should I be nice to a greedy ******* like himself?" he questioned, looking up at Sam. Seeing as how Sam was a few inches taller than Dean, Dean always had to look up just to make eye contact.
Shaking his head, Dean slung his bag over his shoulder, before he began to search for their room. Finding their room with ease, Dean slid the key into the lock, before he opened it. "Hurry up Sammy! I'd like to find this headless dude before dawn!" Dean called over his shoulder, as he entered the small motel room.
Tossing his duffel bag onto one of the two single beds of the room, Dean entered the bathroom, before he reentered the bedroom. "You took your time," Dean said, as Sam finally entered the room, and turned on the light.
"You spend too much time in the dark," said Sam, as he placed his duffel bag onto the other bed, where he opened it. He pulled out a clean t-shirt, which was a blue colour. "You should change too."
Dean gave a small laugh as he pulled his duffel bag towards him, and he opened it, before pulling out a black t-shirt. Rising to his feet, he pulled off his leather jacket, along with the blue t-shirt he had been wearing earlier. About to pull on his clean t-shirt, there was a small knock at the door.
"Do you want me to get it?" Sam asked, as he quickly pulled his clean t-shirt over his head and body.
Dean shook his head as he gave a smile. "I'll be really happy if it's a girl," he said, before he opened the door, causing cold, fresh air to fly into the room. There, standing in front of him, was a girl five or so inches shorter than him, standing at 5'8. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, and lovely hazel green eyes. She wore a pair of black, knee high boots, a pair of black, leg hugging, straight cut jeans, and a red, figure hugging t-shirt. Dean knew exactly who this girl was.
"Hey Carli," he greeted, giving a smile. "Fancy seeing you here."
Carli flushed a light shade of pink at the sight of Dean's body. All he had on were a pair of faded jeans, and his black biker boots. She also saw that he wore some odd Egyptian pendant around his neck. Standing behind him, she noticed, was Sam. Luckily he wasn't shirtless as well, or else she would've died! He was wearing a pair of jeans, brown biker boots, a blue t-shirt, with a black hoodie over the top.
Finally being able to find her voice, Carli began to speak. "You said if I ever needed you I could come and talk to you," she said, trying to forget about Dean's body for a second.
Sam now looked worried. "Why-did something happen?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
Carli sheepishly rubbed the back of her head as Dean allowed her to enter the room. As soon as Dean had locked the door behind her, she began to explain. "I heard people talking," she began, and she glanced over at Dean, who threw on his black t-shirt. "They were saying something about a story. So I sorta listened and they began talking about something living in the cemetery. Since I'm so curious, I decided to go check it out."
"And why do we need to know this?" Dean asked, as he pulled on his leather jacket. He then received a punch in the arm from Sam.
"Sam did say that if I needed you, I could call."
"Well, you didn't exactly call us. You sorta barged in while I was getting dressed," stated Dean.
Carli pulled a face at him. "Anyway, while I was there, I was attacked."
Sam looked at Carli with interest as she pulled up her t-shirt, only revealing her stomach. There was a huge gash running diagonally down her stomach, as if someone had run a knife through her skin. "When did you go to the cemetery?" Sam asked, as Carli pulled her t-shirt back down.
"About half an hour ago. I got a lift from a taxi back here, 'cos this is where I'm staying. I was so scared, because I couldn't see the thing that attacked me," she continued, causing Sam to look at Dean.
To find the Headless Horseman, they had to bring Carli back with them to the cemetery, whether she liked it or not. "Do you think you can show us where you were attacked?" Dean asked, as Carli turned back to him.
With surprise, he watched as her face suddenly lit up. "If you're willing to die, of course I'll show you."
Sam stiffled a laugh at Carli's comment towards Dean, which left him with his mouth hanging half open.
"Well Princess, you can gladly show us the way," said Dean, as he unlocked the door and opened it wide.
Here's the second half:
The Headless Horseman PT.2
The black '67 Chevy Impala rolled to a stop outside the Yosemite Village cemetery. It was now eleven o'clock at night, so it was very hard to see anything that moved. Luckily, the headlights of the Impala were on, giving Dean, Sam and Carli a clear view of what was ahead of them.
Dean climbed out of his car, followed by Sam and Carli. Mist had formed close to the ground, so it was hard to see if they stepped on something. It also gave off an eerie feeling, as if someone or something was waiting for them in the dark. Dean walked around to the trunk of his car, while Carli stood with Sam at the hood, pretty much terrified if you ask me.
"You know, it's okay to be afraid," Sam said to her calmly, as Carli held onto his jacket. "I'd be scared too if I got attacked by something I couldn't see." Not exactly true. Sam did get scared of things, but he ended up destroying them in the end.
"It's not that," Carli said quietly, as she let go of his jacket and took a step back. Looking up at him, she continued: "I sorta have a fear of the dark. Not inside, only outside because you never know what could be out there."
"Do you really sweetheart?" Dean asked, as he walked around to the front of his car, carrying a shovel, a box of matches and a packet of salt. He also had a smug smirk on his face, seeing as how Carli was so scared.
Carli placed her hands on her hips, annoyed. "Well, at least I decided to come out here to face my fear," she said, before she quickly looked away. Seeing a shadow move against the light from the headlights, Carli shook her head, thinking she was seeing something.
"So you jumped at the chance to face your fear?" questioned Dean, as he stuck the end of the shovel into the ground, before he leaned against it.
Carli immediately crossed her arms over her chest, as soon as Dean began to look her up and down. "Well, how else am I supposed to face my fears? Just sit around and be afraid for the rest of my life?"
She did have a point. Why would you just wanna sit around and be scared of something- when you could overcome it? Hearing a noise, Sam turned his back on Dean and Carli, to face the cemetery. "Did you hear that?" he asked, not turning to look at the two.
Carli looked left to right, obviously scared out of her mind. She quickly grabbed the thing closest to her, which happened to be Dean. But before Dean could even make a remark, something hard made contact with Carli, yanking her away from him.
The sound of a galloping horse could be heard as Carli made contact with the ground. Painfully wiping the dust from her eyes and the dirt from her face, Carli rose to her feet and watched as a horse- which she could see through, galloped in circles around Dean's Impala, with a headless rider sitting on its back.
"Sam! The shovel! He's after the shovel, matches and salt!" Carli cried out, as she began to run in the direction of where the headlights of the car were shining.
Sam watched carefully as the Headless Horseman galloped around him, his older brother and the Impala. Sam and Dean quickly ducked down as an axe appeared in the rider's hand, and he swung it at them. Grabbing the shovel from Dean, Sam threw it away in Carli's direction, where the metal point stuck well into the ground. He then threw the box of matches and packet of salt, which landed nearby.
Rising to his feet, Dean pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at the Headless Horseman. Pulling the trigger, a silver bullet flew, but it whizzed past the horse, and it pierced a tree nearby. "It's too quick!" he cried, as his hand followed the horse around the car, with his finger still on the trigger. He and Sam were forced to duck down again when the Headless Horseman swung at them with its axe. "Where's Carli?" Dean asked Sam, as he looked up at him.
Sam looked over his shoulder and noticed that Carli had begun digging up a grave. "She's found the Horseman's grave," he whispered in reply.
Upon sensing something, the horse stopped galloping, and it reared. The two Winchester brothers watched as the horse turned away from them, and began to gallop towards Carli.
"Carli!" Sam cried, as he and Dean quickly jumped to their feet. The two ran forward, and as they did so, Dean shot at the two ghosts with his pistol. That was before the horse turned around and turned on them.
As the horse galloped towards them, Dean pushed Sam out of its path, causing Sam to lose his footing and fall to the ground. He looked up just in time to see the Headless Horseman swipe at Dean with its axe, causing him to fall backwards, and blood to fly.
"Dean!" yelled Sam, as he got to his feet. He was about to run forward, but something stopped him. Hearing Carli call him, he turned around, and saw that she hadn't even removed the top layer of soil yet!
Knowing what to do, Sam turned around and ran towards Carli, where he grabbed the shovel from her and began to dig. "Carli! Grab my pistol!" he said, as a dirt pile began to form off to one of the sides of the grave.
Doing as she was told, Carli ran over to Sam and pulled the pistol that was on his belt. Aiming at the Headless Horseman, she pulled the trigger, just before the horse was about to land on top of Dean. The horse reared in pain, and took a few steps back away from him. Carli was about to run forward and help Dean get away, but she knew the only way to save him from the Headless Horseman was to destroy his head- which should be in the grave Sam was digging up!
Sam dug as quickly as he could- soil was flying in every direction over his shoulder. All he knew was that below the dirt that he was currently digging up had a coffin down below, with maybe the head or the body of the Headless Horseman. Hearing a strange noise, he turned around, still holding the shovel in his hands. He watched with horror as the Headless Horseman jumped down from the saddle of his horse, and began to stride towards Dean, who could hardly even sit up. "Dean!"
Dean gave a groan as he tried to get to his feet. Painfully looking up, he watched as the Headless Horseman strided towards him, with the axe by his side. He quickly rolled to the side as the Headless Horseman brought the axe down, and it just missed his body. But, the next time he wasn't so lucky. Pulling the axe from the ground, the Horseman held onto the metal point, before he struck Dean with the handle- causing more blood to fly. Waiting for the Horseman to strike again, Dean quickly rolled away, leaving a trail of blood. Luckily something had drawn the Horseman's attention or else he would've been finished.
Hearing a strange noise, Dean looked up, and realised that Sam must have struck the wood of the coffin.
"Sam! Destroy that thing!"
Sam looked up at his older brother, and noticed that the Horseman was striding towards him and Carli. Carli shot at the Horseman numerous of times, until the pistol was out of ammo. "Sam! I'm out of ammo!" she exclaimed, before she ran over to him, and the grave that he had dug up.
Using the metal tip of the shovel, Sam opened the coffin, where only a head lay. Carli couldn't believe what she was seeing. She ripped open the small packet of salt, before she began to cover the shrivelled head with salt. Discarding the packet, she opened the box of matches before she lit one up. Giving a smirk, she threw the match into the coffin, causing the head to go up in flames.
Hearing a cry, Sam and Carli turned away from the coffin and watched as the horse of the Horseman suddenly disappeared. With a scream, the Headless horseman also disappeared, along with the bloody axe in his hand. As soon as the Headless horseman had disappeared, Sam ran towards his older brother, who lay on the ground in a pool of blood. "Dean! Dean! Can you hear me!" Sam cried, as he fell to his knee and lifted his brother onto his lap. Tears welled up in his eyes when there was no reply. As soon as tears began to roll down his cheeks, he heard a long, low groan come his brother, and he coughed.
"I'm alright Sammy," Dean whispered, as he opened his eyes. The only way for him to sit up was with the help of his brother. "It takes more than an axe to get rid of me."
"Oh my god! Are you okay!" Carli asked, as she rushed over to Sam's side. Noticing a pool of blood, Carli knew that Dean wasn't alright. "Maybe we should get you in the car," she suggested, as she and Sam helped Dean to his feet. Draping Dean's arm over her shoulder, Carli and Sam helped Dean walk over to the Impala, where they put him on the backseat.
"Thanks so much for helping," Sam thanked, as Carli handed him back his pistol. "We're totally grateful."
Carli gave a weak smile. "I was glad to help," she said, before she looked at Dean, and then back up at Sam. "Are you two by any chance related to John Winchester?" she asked.
Dean looked at Carli oddly before he cocked an eyebrow. "You know him?"
Carli shook her head. "I met him once when I was out on the road," she answered, "but I must say- I can't believe I didn't notice the resemblance when I first met you two."
"So in other words you hunt supernatural things like us?" asked Sam, getting down to the point. Carli nodded her head as Sam continued: "And that's the reason you came here? Because of the Headless Horseman?" He couldn't help but feel used. Carli knew exactly who he and his brother were from the start, and she knew that they were heading in the same direction as her.
Carli gave a sigh before she looked down at the ground and began to shift her feet. "Listen, I'm sorry if you feel used," she began, as though she had read Sam's mind. "But I was scared. I thought I was the only who hunted supernatural things. That was until I met John and he told me that he had two sons around my age that huntd abnormal things too."
"Freak," Dean stated, giving a cheeky smile.
Carli couldn't help but look at Dean and smile. But her smile soon faded when Sam handed her a yellowed piece of paper- which happened to be an old newspaper article. "This is about your family- isn't it?" Sam questioned, as Carli began to scrunch up the piece of paper. It wasn't long before it had been ripped to pieces.
"I had a dream," she stated, as tears appeared in the corner of her eyes. "All I wanted was a normal life. I dreamt of going to uni (university) in Australia, until the accident. When we moved, I wanted to go to college, but I gave that up for my older sister. That was her dream. But who was I kidding? I wanted to be a journalist, but now I can't. I have nothing- no family, no friends- nothing. And why? Because of a stupid ****ing demon!"
Sam and Dean watched as Carli kicked the ground with her foot. "So I demon killed your family?" asked Dean, as tears rolled down Carli's cheeks.
"No! It destroyed my family!" Sniffling, Carli collapsed onto the ground. "I lived in Australia up until I was eighteen. I had a loving family- a dad, a mum, an older sister, and a younger sister. But that all changed one fateful day. My little sister was killed in a freak accident, which resulted in my family moving to New Jersey. No one could get over it. My sister was thinking about quitting school, and I was barely passing. Everything was like that until the weekend before my older sister started college. I decided to take a shower, and while I was doing so, everything fell apart. I got the biggest fright of my life when my older sister entered the bathroom, her hands covered in blood. Her eyes glowed, and I could never forget the look in her eyes. As soon as I got out of the shower, I searched for my mum and dad, and my sister, and I found them all dead- throats slit, lying on the beds in their bedrooms."
Sam didn't know what to say- nothing could make Carli feel any better. Grabbing her small frame, he lifted her to her feet. "We have no one either," he said, glancing over at Dean. "Our mum died when I was a baby. Our dad's off on a hunting trip and we haven't had any contact with him. It's only us."
Carli wiped her eyes, and sniffled again. "I guess your family history is worse than mine," she stated.
Dean shook his head. "It is bad, but not as bad as yours," he said, "like Sammy said, our mum died when we were young. Dad found her on the ceiling, and she erupted into flames. We were then trained to hunt things, because dad was determined to find the thing that killed mum."
Sam grabbed Carli's arms and held her small figure in front of him. "Why don't you join us? You are one of us in fact, and we'd love to have you come along with us."
Carli wiped her eyes again. "I dunno..." she whispered, looking around. "Only if you really want me to."
Sam gave a smile as he let go of Carli. "Of course we do! Don't we Dean?"
Dean looked at his younger brother as if he'd grown two heads. "I guess... but I don't wanna hear anymore crying when we get out onto the road."
Carli gave a smile as she walked over to the passenger side of the Impala and jumped into the front seat. Sam jumped into the driver's seat next to her, where he placed the keys into the ignition. Hearing the roar of the engine, Sam turned the Impala out onto the road.
Sorry guys if it was a bit long- and I hoped you all liked it! If you wanna read the rest of my fic, just click on the link above!
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Even though I've given you guys the link above, I'll also give you the first two chapters of my fic! Yay! So, here it is! (Story takes place after the first series)
Prologue: Dean and Sam are still searching for their father, even after all the things they've been through.
When Dean suddenly gets a call from someone he and their dad had helped in the past, it sees him and Sam heading to California. Anyway, as soon the two hit the road in Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala- they pick up a hitchhiker who seems to be heading the direction they're going- Yosemite Village. As soon as they arrive, they know something is definitely wrong. The townspeople are hiding things, no matter how deadly the secret could be. Will the two Winchester brother's be able to figure out what the problem is?
The Headless Horseman PT.1
It was still hard to believe that the two Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam, were still travelling around looking for their missing father, John, who wanted revenge on the demon that had killed his beloved wife, and the boy's mother. Even though Sam watched his mother die and erupt into flames right above his head, he was still too young to remember anything, yet Dean, who was four when the tragedy had occured, could never have gotten the thought from his head, and it had scared him, even though he apeared to be afraid of nothing. I guess that could be the reson why Dean would never show his feelings, not even around his younger brother.
It seemed that everywhere the two brothers went, their dad was always one step ahead of them, leaving them with jobs he didn't get to finish. Was he just too busy to finish the jobs himself? Was it to prepare the two brothers for what was yet to come?
Dean and Sam now sat inside a small cafe, waiting for the meals they had ordered. The two deserved a break after hunting many abnormal things over the past few months. So, now the two brothers sat in a booth, sitting opposite one another. Sam drummed his fingers on the surface of the table, his mind obviously somewhere else. It was hard enough for him to quit college and start hunting supernatural things after four years- but why so soon after his girlfriend's death? Of course he wanted revenge on the thing that killed her, but he couldn't attend her funeral, even though he knew she had left this world and he wasn't ever going to see her again. But still- his older brother appeared on his doorstep one night, wanting his help. He just couldn't have said no and let him hunt things on his own, but then again, Dean hadn't stopped hunting. He continued to hunt abnormal things, while Sam tried to live a normal life, by going to college and trying to forget about his past. But like they always say, your past does catch up with you. And still, after hearing it so many times from his older brother Dean, Sam still believed that he was responsible for his girlfriend Jessica's death, despite what his brother said- because he wasn't there to protect her. Dean always retorted by saying that he wasn't there, so it wasn't his fault. But then Sam would agree and say that was the reason why she died- because he wasn't there to protect her from the thing that killed her!
Dean's hazel eyes suddenly looked up from the piece of paper he was writing on. "Sammy!" he called, causing his brother to look at him. "Stop it or I'll make you stop!" he demanded, before he put pen to paper.
Sam gave a sigh. Saving the world from supernatural things was cool and all, but the heroes did need a break once in a while. All he wanted was a normal life, where he would get married, have a couple of kids, a couple of pets, and a nice house. But that dream was very far from reality. The sound of footsteps brought him back to reality, and he looked up as a waitress approached, with the meals they had ordered in her hands.
"There you go boys," she said, placing the meals in front of them.
Dean looked up at the waitress that had just walked away, giving a smirk. Obviously he was impressed by the way she looked. Remembering that he had ordered something, he looked down at the food that was placed in front of him. "You know Sammy, the food here's supposed to be really good," he stated, as he put the pen and paper away into one of his bags.
Sam looked up at Dean with his bluey green eyes. He always got annoyed when his older brother called him 'Sammy.' Dean knew that Sam hated the nickname, but the name sorta stuck with him throughout the years. Even though Sam was a few years younger than Dean, he stood at 6'5, while Dean stood at 6'1, four inches shorter than Sam. "You know, my name is Sam, not Sammy," Sam said calmly, as he pulled his plate of food towards him. "Sammy was the name given when I was twelve years old, not twenty four."
Dean flashed his younger brother a smirk. "You still look like that chubby, twelve year old to me Sammy," he said, annoying his younger brother. Just as he was about to take a bite of the burger sitting on the plate in front of him, his cell phone began to ring, and Dean gave a long, low sigh. He hated to be interrupted when he was eating- especially if it was good food at that! Reaching into one of the pockets of his leather jacket, he pulled out a black cell phone, which he flipped open.
"Hello?" he asked, placing the phone to his ear.
Sam watched and listened as his older brother spoke to someone on the other end, and by the sounds of it, it was someone that Dean knew. As soon as the conversation had started, it was over. Sam watched as Dean placed his cell phone into his pocket, and watched as he rose to his feet.
"We're heading out Sammy," he stated, as he rummaged through his faded jeans pockets before pulling out some money. "We're heading for California."
Sam watched his older brother rise to his feet, and he followed suit. Dean threw the money for the meals he and his brother hadn't eaten onto the table, before he picked up a duffel bag. He then threw the other to Sam, who easily caught it.
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"Where in California are we going to?" Sam questioned, as he sat in the front passenger seat of Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala. Not getting a reply from his older brother, he continued. "And what exactly are we dealing with?"
Dean glanced at his younger brother, while trying to keep his eyes on the road ahead. The Impala was currently going one hundred kilometres an hour, on a road which was surrounded nothing. Driving was the best sort of transport according to Dean, because he had a fear of flying. He had to overcome that fear when a demon was possessing people on planes, causing him and Sam to go aboard and destroy it. Luckily the two were able to stop the plane from crashing after forty minutes into the flight, because they managed to destroy the demon with five or so minutes to go.
Seeing no cars up ahead on the other side of the road or ahead of him, Dean quickly reached over the console and grabbed an over-stuffed journal that had been sitting on the backseat. Glancing down at the journal, he flicked through to a page, before he handed the journal to Sam. "We're heading to Yosemite Village, and I think this is what we're dealing with."
Sam looked down at the journal in his hands. When Dean had gone back to the police station with the police, he was given their dad's journal after the police officer had found it, while the two brothers were hunting a 'Woman in White.' The last time the brothers had seen each other had been four years earlier- when Sam had sworn he'd never hunt anything again. But still, the two pulled through for each other, and having their dad's journal, only pointed them into the path of more problems- where they then faced a Wendigo, in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.
"You think we're facing the Headless Horseman?" he questioned, looking at his older brother. "You think it actually exists?"
"Well, if the Hookman's real, I think the Headless Horseman is," said Dean, before he turned to another page, which had a drawing of a headless man sitting on the back of a horse.
"Okay, so we're dealing with the Headless Horseman," Sam stated reluctantly, as he turned to face his brother, while he still held their dad's journal. "How do we stop him? He only kills because he's searching for his head."
Dean looked at his brother, and he nodded his head. Just as he was about to say something, he looked back at the road, and saw a figure standing off to the side up ahead. Realising that it was a girl standing on the side of the road, his lips turned into a smirk. "Mind if we pick up a hitchhiker?" he asked, glancing at Sam, who simply shook his head with disgust.
Sam gave a sigh as the Impala turned off the road, and rolled to a stop. He watched as the girl that stood in front of the car lowered her arm, and jogged over to his window, which he rolled down. "Thanks for stopping," she thanked, out of breath.
"No problem," Dean answered, seeing as how Sam wasn't going to say anything. "Where you heading?"
The girl placed her hand to her forehead, trying to keep the sun out of her eyes. "Uhh... California?" A strong gust of warm wind blew, causing her long, wavy, dark brown hair to fly across her face. "If you're not heading there, I'll gladly wait for another car."
Dean shook his head as he gave a cheeky smirk. No way was he going to let this girl wait for another car! "Actually, we're heading in that direction ourselves. We can drop you off at wherever you need to go."
The girl gave a smile, and her hazel green eyes seemed to sparkle. "Thanks. I'm heading for Yosemite Village," she continued.
Sam looked over at Dean. Why did she need to go there? Obviously she didn't know about the Headless Horseman which seemed to be lurking around. Now since she was joining them, he and Dean couldn't talk about their plan on destroying the ghost. But then again, being in the company of a girl was a much better option then talking about supernatural things, like ghosts and spirits. Sam gave a smile as the girl opened one of the doors and jumped into the backseat of Dean's Impala. Shutting the door behind her, she placed her backpack on the ground.
"Anyway, thanks again for picking me up. Pretty much every car that passed me completely ignored me," she said, "I'm Carli by the way, Carli Anderson."
Sam turned around in his seat, so then he could face her. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my older brother Dean," he introduced, as he extended his head. Carli happily shook Sam's hand. "How did you end up on the side of the road?"
"I got a ride from someone. He literally threw me out of the car because I thought he was a perverted old bugger," Carli explained. "So are you guys from around here?" she then asked, saying the question with a bit of an accent.
Sam shook his head. "We're actually from Kansas," he said, "what about you?"
"New Jersey. I moved there when I was fifteen, after being born in Australia," Carli explained. Well, that explained the odd accent.
Dean watched the road carefully before he put his foot on the gas, which caused his car to return to the road. "Very interesting. So is it true that everyone over there ride kangaroos to get to places?"
Sam was actually quite embarrassed by the question his brother had just asked. Of course they didn't! He should've known that by now!
"What are you on? Pot?" Carli questioned, giving a smile. "Of course we don't. Kangaroos are wild animals. We drive cars on real roads to get to places."
After that brief conversation where Carli embarrassed Dean quite a bit, the three didn't talk. Of course it felt awkward to Carli, because she was in a car with two guys who she didn't know. "So... how old are you guys?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
"I'm twenty seven, and Sammy here is twenty two," Dean clarified, as he looked at Carli through the mirror. "What about you?"
"Twenty four," she answered, giving a smile. "Hopefully it's not too young for ya."
"Not at all," Dean replied, before he turned back to the road.
"Where in California are you guys going? 'cos I'm really sorry if I've gotten in the way," Carli apologised, but Sam simply shook his head.
"We're actually heading to Yosemite Village ourselves," Sam answered, giving a smile.
Carli immediately returned the smile. There was something about Sam that made her feel- happy. He was also kind to her, not asking too many questions, not really caring what her business was. He also gave off an aura that seemed to tell her that he had witnessed something horrific, and would protect anyone close to him- even at the cost of his own life. Actually, there was something about the two brothers that she liked. Sam appeared to be more open with his emotions, while Dean seemed to have a wall built around his heart. Why was he so withdrawn? She wouldn't have a clue. He also gave off a bad boy aura, and seemed to be a player by the way he kept glancing at her.
But then again, Carli did like bad boys, so this situation wasn't new to her. Tearing her eyes away from the front, Carli stared out one of the windows, and she watched as the paddocks of grass ran past her. Everywhere she looked, it reminded her of home, especially in Australia, when she had been a young teenager. Carli had lived on a property of twenty or so acres, where her family had dogs, cats, birds, cows, sheep and horses. Some people referred to her home as a farm, but she and her family just called it home. But when her family were forced to move, they decided to move overseas, to start a new life. There was nothing Australian in New Jersey, except for some of the things they had brought from their old home. They moved into a two storey suburban home, on half an acre. There was no Aussie Rules, Netball- none of the things Carli loved to play and watch, so she forced her parents to buy a satellite dish, just so she could keep in touch with the footy.
"We're here."
Carli broke out of her thoughts and looked up as the car began to pass by houses of all shapes and sizes. "Where would you like us to drop you off?" Dean questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Anywhere, I don't care," Carli replied, which caused the Impala to suddenly stop.
"Well, here's your stop," said Dean, as Carli picked up her backpack and placed it on her lap.
"I didn't literally mean anywhere," Carli stated, as Dean turned around in his seat to face her. Seeing a smirk on his face, she knew he was just trying to get to her. "Very funny," she said with sarcasm, as she opened the door closest to her.
"I find it hilarious," Dean replied, as Carli got out of his car and closed the door behind her. She then stood outside Sam's window, which he rolled down.
"Thanks," she said, "maybe I'll see you guys again."
Sam gave a smile. "Can I have your cell phone?" he asked, causing both Carli and his older brother to look at him oddly. "Just in case you need us."
Understanding, Carli pulled out her cell phone, which was a blue colour. She looked down at the small screen before she gave it to Sam. 5:30pm. Pressing a few buttons, Sam entered his number into Carli's phone, as well as Dean's. "Thanks," said Carli, as Sam handed her back her phone.
Without looking back at Carli, Dean put his foot to the gas, and his Impala rolled back out onto the road. "What a nice girl," said Dean, as he glanced over at Sam.
Sam gave a sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah. One that only interests you because she looks nice," he stated.
Dean completely ignored his younger brother's statement. "You wanna check out Joey's place?" he asked.
"Who's Joey?" questioned Sam, but as soon as he had asked, he had already figured out. "Do you even know where he lives?"
"Of course I do," Dean replied, as he flicked the indicator on and the Impala turned around a corner.
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"This is where he lives?" Sam asked, as the black '67 Chevy Impala rolled to a stop outside a bunch of flats.
Dean pulled the keys out of ignition and looked at his younger brother. "Yeah. Why? Is there something wrong?" he asked, as he got out of his car. Sam followed suit, and the two walked up the small footpath leading to the small front porch.
"No. I just expected- something else," Sam replied, as the two stopped in front of the wooden front door. He watched as Dean leaned forward and knocked on the door a couple of times, before the two began to wait patiently for their dad's friend to answer the door.
Not getting a reply, Dean knocked on the door again, his patience beginning to run out. He then knocked a few more times after that, which resulted in Sam grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
"Dean, take it easy," said Sam, as he pulled his brother away from the door. "I guess he's not home."
Dean impatiently shook his head as he shoved his hands into his faded jeans pockets, and he stood on his edge of the porch, where he tapped the ground with his black biker boots. "There's something wrong," he said finally, as he looked over his shoulder at Sam. "And I'm pretty sure the neighbours know why."
Sam looked around, and noticed that people were watching them from the comfort of their homes. But whenever he looked at them, they'd close the curtains, before they'd continue to watch them.
"And I'm not going to wait around for an answer." Sam quickly turned around and watched as Dean kicked the front door, smashing it open.
"Dean!" Sam called quietly, as he watched his older brother enter the dark house. Feeling awkward that the whole neighbourhood was watching him, he quickly slipped into the house. "Dean!" Sam called, as he slowly made his way through the dark house. He had to shield his eyes from the light when Dean switched them on. "What are we doing in here?"
Dean waited until his brother's eyes adjusted to the light before he began to explain. Handing Sam a piece of folded paper, Dean began to pace around the room. "Something's strange about this place, as if everyone's keeping a secret," he began, as Sam quickly read the words that were written onto the piece of paper. "I feel as if we're being watched the whole time."
"Do you think this has something to do with the Headless Horseman?" asked Sam, looking up from the paper. "Do you think everyone knows about him?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I'll go search the kitchen," he said, causing Sam to sigh.
"And that leaves me with the bedroom," he said quietly, as he began to walk in that direction. Seeing as how it was now around seven o'clock, it was dark outside, so as Sam walked down the hallway to the bedroom, he had to turn on the lights. The floorboards underneath his brown biker boots creaked as he finally arrived at the bedroom. Seeing a shadow sitting on the bed, he knew that someone or something was in the room. Feeling for the gun on his belt, he quickly switched on the light, and to his horror, he found Joey- sitting dead in front of him.
"Dean! Dean!" he called, before he cautiously entered the room. Joey's body was tied to the bed, which caused it to be sitting upright, while his head, lay on the bed next to his body. Someone or something had cut his head off.
Dean ran into the room, and stopped, shocked, at the end of the bed, where Sam was standing. "He's dead?" he choked, as he took a step closer.
Sam nodded his head as he pulled out the folded piece of paper. "Do you think it has anything to do with the Headless Horseman?"
Dean,
I'm sorry if I'm gone when you arrive. I'm paying a visit
to the cemetery, just to visit the grave of my uncle.
I'll talk to you soon
Joey
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Possibly," he said simply, before he walked to the side of the bed, and he gently poked Joey's head with his index finger.
Sam wrinkled his nose with disgust as Joey's head rolled, leaving a patch of blood from where it had been sitting earlier. "Maybe we should get out of here, just in case the cops decide to check this place out," Sam suggested, and, as if on cue, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
Glancing at Sam, Dean followed his brother out of Joey's room, leaving his body and head in the way they were before. Quickly running out of the small flat, the two brothers jumped into the black '67 Chevy Impala, with no time to lose. Putting the keys into ignition, the engine roared to life, and before they knew it, Sam and Dean were back out on the road.
Sam gave a sigh as he leaned back into the front passenger seat. "You should've left Joey's head alone," he said, looking up at his older brother, who was sitting next to him. "When the cops find your fingerprints on his head, they'll come looking for you."
"Don't worry so much Sammy," Dean replied casually, as the Impala drove down another street. "It's not like I have a criminal record or anything."
"In fact you do," said Sam, "because everyone believed that the shapeshifter was actually you."
On one of Sam and Dean's travels, Sam had received an email from one of his close friends named Rebecca, saying that her brother Zach had been charged with murder, which caused the two Winchester brothers to help out. Finding out that Zach had been in two places at the one time, Sam and Dean went and found out that a shapeshifter had caused all the problems. Eventually the creature had taken form of Dean, and therefore it caused him to have a criminal record, even though he had done nothing. A very unfair call if you ask me.
"Well, that wasn't entirely my fault," answered Dean, before he noticed a motel up ahead. "Wanna crash here for the night?" he asked, looking over at Sam.
Sam shrugged his shoulders as the Impala drove off the road and into a parking lot. Rolling to a stop, Sam got out of the car, followed by Dean. "You know what we have to do, don't you?" Sam questioned his older sibling, as the two brothers headed for the front desk of the motel. Entering through a pair of glass doors, the two stopped in front of a large wooden desk, where a man sat behind it, typing on a computer.
"Can I help you?" he asked, looking up from the computer screen sitting in front of him.
Sam quickly nodded his head. "We'd like a room for one night," he said, before Dean could even say a word.
The man gave a smile. "That'll be $250 for the two of you," he said, before he held out his hand to receive the money.
Giving a sigh, Dean dug deep into his jeans pockets before he pulled out a handful of cash. "Here you go," he said, plopping it heavily into the man's palm. "Keep the change."
A greedy smile appeared on the man's face as he placed the cash on the desk next to him. Opening a draw, he pulled out a key, with the number 81 engraved into it. "Your room's off in that direction," he stated, pointing in the direction of the room. Completely ignoring the man's help, Dean took the key from him, and headed out, followed by Sam.
"You could learn to be nice once in a while," he stated, as the two walked back to Dean's Impala.
Opening one of the backdoors, Dean reached in and pulled out two duffel bags. Tossing one ot Sam, he closed the door behind him, before he locked his car. "Why should I be nice to a greedy ******* like himself?" he questioned, looking up at Sam. Seeing as how Sam was a few inches taller than Dean, Dean always had to look up just to make eye contact.
Shaking his head, Dean slung his bag over his shoulder, before he began to search for their room. Finding their room with ease, Dean slid the key into the lock, before he opened it. "Hurry up Sammy! I'd like to find this headless dude before dawn!" Dean called over his shoulder, as he entered the small motel room.
Tossing his duffel bag onto one of the two single beds of the room, Dean entered the bathroom, before he reentered the bedroom. "You took your time," Dean said, as Sam finally entered the room, and turned on the light.
"You spend too much time in the dark," said Sam, as he placed his duffel bag onto the other bed, where he opened it. He pulled out a clean t-shirt, which was a blue colour. "You should change too."
Dean gave a small laugh as he pulled his duffel bag towards him, and he opened it, before pulling out a black t-shirt. Rising to his feet, he pulled off his leather jacket, along with the blue t-shirt he had been wearing earlier. About to pull on his clean t-shirt, there was a small knock at the door.
"Do you want me to get it?" Sam asked, as he quickly pulled his clean t-shirt over his head and body.
Dean shook his head as he gave a smile. "I'll be really happy if it's a girl," he said, before he opened the door, causing cold, fresh air to fly into the room. There, standing in front of him, was a girl five or so inches shorter than him, standing at 5'8. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, and lovely hazel green eyes. She wore a pair of black, knee high boots, a pair of black, leg hugging, straight cut jeans, and a red, figure hugging t-shirt. Dean knew exactly who this girl was.
"Hey Carli," he greeted, giving a smile. "Fancy seeing you here."
Carli flushed a light shade of pink at the sight of Dean's body. All he had on were a pair of faded jeans, and his black biker boots. She also saw that he wore some odd Egyptian pendant around his neck. Standing behind him, she noticed, was Sam. Luckily he wasn't shirtless as well, or else she would've died! He was wearing a pair of jeans, brown biker boots, a blue t-shirt, with a black hoodie over the top.
Finally being able to find her voice, Carli began to speak. "You said if I ever needed you I could come and talk to you," she said, trying to forget about Dean's body for a second.
Sam now looked worried. "Why-did something happen?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
Carli sheepishly rubbed the back of her head as Dean allowed her to enter the room. As soon as Dean had locked the door behind her, she began to explain. "I heard people talking," she began, and she glanced over at Dean, who threw on his black t-shirt. "They were saying something about a story. So I sorta listened and they began talking about something living in the cemetery. Since I'm so curious, I decided to go check it out."
"And why do we need to know this?" Dean asked, as he pulled on his leather jacket. He then received a punch in the arm from Sam.
"Sam did say that if I needed you, I could call."
"Well, you didn't exactly call us. You sorta barged in while I was getting dressed," stated Dean.
Carli pulled a face at him. "Anyway, while I was there, I was attacked."
Sam looked at Carli with interest as she pulled up her t-shirt, only revealing her stomach. There was a huge gash running diagonally down her stomach, as if someone had run a knife through her skin. "When did you go to the cemetery?" Sam asked, as Carli pulled her t-shirt back down.
"About half an hour ago. I got a lift from a taxi back here, 'cos this is where I'm staying. I was so scared, because I couldn't see the thing that attacked me," she continued, causing Sam to look at Dean.
To find the Headless Horseman, they had to bring Carli back with them to the cemetery, whether she liked it or not. "Do you think you can show us where you were attacked?" Dean asked, as Carli turned back to him.
With surprise, he watched as her face suddenly lit up. "If you're willing to die, of course I'll show you."
Sam stiffled a laugh at Carli's comment towards Dean, which left him with his mouth hanging half open.
"Well Princess, you can gladly show us the way," said Dean, as he unlocked the door and opened it wide.
Here's the second half:
The Headless Horseman PT.2
The black '67 Chevy Impala rolled to a stop outside the Yosemite Village cemetery. It was now eleven o'clock at night, so it was very hard to see anything that moved. Luckily, the headlights of the Impala were on, giving Dean, Sam and Carli a clear view of what was ahead of them.
Dean climbed out of his car, followed by Sam and Carli. Mist had formed close to the ground, so it was hard to see if they stepped on something. It also gave off an eerie feeling, as if someone or something was waiting for them in the dark. Dean walked around to the trunk of his car, while Carli stood with Sam at the hood, pretty much terrified if you ask me.
"You know, it's okay to be afraid," Sam said to her calmly, as Carli held onto his jacket. "I'd be scared too if I got attacked by something I couldn't see." Not exactly true. Sam did get scared of things, but he ended up destroying them in the end.
"It's not that," Carli said quietly, as she let go of his jacket and took a step back. Looking up at him, she continued: "I sorta have a fear of the dark. Not inside, only outside because you never know what could be out there."
"Do you really sweetheart?" Dean asked, as he walked around to the front of his car, carrying a shovel, a box of matches and a packet of salt. He also had a smug smirk on his face, seeing as how Carli was so scared.
Carli placed her hands on her hips, annoyed. "Well, at least I decided to come out here to face my fear," she said, before she quickly looked away. Seeing a shadow move against the light from the headlights, Carli shook her head, thinking she was seeing something.
"So you jumped at the chance to face your fear?" questioned Dean, as he stuck the end of the shovel into the ground, before he leaned against it.
Carli immediately crossed her arms over her chest, as soon as Dean began to look her up and down. "Well, how else am I supposed to face my fears? Just sit around and be afraid for the rest of my life?"
She did have a point. Why would you just wanna sit around and be scared of something- when you could overcome it? Hearing a noise, Sam turned his back on Dean and Carli, to face the cemetery. "Did you hear that?" he asked, not turning to look at the two.
Carli looked left to right, obviously scared out of her mind. She quickly grabbed the thing closest to her, which happened to be Dean. But before Dean could even make a remark, something hard made contact with Carli, yanking her away from him.
The sound of a galloping horse could be heard as Carli made contact with the ground. Painfully wiping the dust from her eyes and the dirt from her face, Carli rose to her feet and watched as a horse- which she could see through, galloped in circles around Dean's Impala, with a headless rider sitting on its back.
"Sam! The shovel! He's after the shovel, matches and salt!" Carli cried out, as she began to run in the direction of where the headlights of the car were shining.
Sam watched carefully as the Headless Horseman galloped around him, his older brother and the Impala. Sam and Dean quickly ducked down as an axe appeared in the rider's hand, and he swung it at them. Grabbing the shovel from Dean, Sam threw it away in Carli's direction, where the metal point stuck well into the ground. He then threw the box of matches and packet of salt, which landed nearby.
Rising to his feet, Dean pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at the Headless Horseman. Pulling the trigger, a silver bullet flew, but it whizzed past the horse, and it pierced a tree nearby. "It's too quick!" he cried, as his hand followed the horse around the car, with his finger still on the trigger. He and Sam were forced to duck down again when the Headless Horseman swung at them with its axe. "Where's Carli?" Dean asked Sam, as he looked up at him.
Sam looked over his shoulder and noticed that Carli had begun digging up a grave. "She's found the Horseman's grave," he whispered in reply.
Upon sensing something, the horse stopped galloping, and it reared. The two Winchester brothers watched as the horse turned away from them, and began to gallop towards Carli.
"Carli!" Sam cried, as he and Dean quickly jumped to their feet. The two ran forward, and as they did so, Dean shot at the two ghosts with his pistol. That was before the horse turned around and turned on them.
As the horse galloped towards them, Dean pushed Sam out of its path, causing Sam to lose his footing and fall to the ground. He looked up just in time to see the Headless Horseman swipe at Dean with its axe, causing him to fall backwards, and blood to fly.
"Dean!" yelled Sam, as he got to his feet. He was about to run forward, but something stopped him. Hearing Carli call him, he turned around, and saw that she hadn't even removed the top layer of soil yet!
Knowing what to do, Sam turned around and ran towards Carli, where he grabbed the shovel from her and began to dig. "Carli! Grab my pistol!" he said, as a dirt pile began to form off to one of the sides of the grave.
Doing as she was told, Carli ran over to Sam and pulled the pistol that was on his belt. Aiming at the Headless Horseman, she pulled the trigger, just before the horse was about to land on top of Dean. The horse reared in pain, and took a few steps back away from him. Carli was about to run forward and help Dean get away, but she knew the only way to save him from the Headless Horseman was to destroy his head- which should be in the grave Sam was digging up!
Sam dug as quickly as he could- soil was flying in every direction over his shoulder. All he knew was that below the dirt that he was currently digging up had a coffin down below, with maybe the head or the body of the Headless Horseman. Hearing a strange noise, he turned around, still holding the shovel in his hands. He watched with horror as the Headless Horseman jumped down from the saddle of his horse, and began to stride towards Dean, who could hardly even sit up. "Dean!"
Dean gave a groan as he tried to get to his feet. Painfully looking up, he watched as the Headless Horseman strided towards him, with the axe by his side. He quickly rolled to the side as the Headless Horseman brought the axe down, and it just missed his body. But, the next time he wasn't so lucky. Pulling the axe from the ground, the Horseman held onto the metal point, before he struck Dean with the handle- causing more blood to fly. Waiting for the Horseman to strike again, Dean quickly rolled away, leaving a trail of blood. Luckily something had drawn the Horseman's attention or else he would've been finished.
Hearing a strange noise, Dean looked up, and realised that Sam must have struck the wood of the coffin.
"Sam! Destroy that thing!"
Sam looked up at his older brother, and noticed that the Horseman was striding towards him and Carli. Carli shot at the Horseman numerous of times, until the pistol was out of ammo. "Sam! I'm out of ammo!" she exclaimed, before she ran over to him, and the grave that he had dug up.
Using the metal tip of the shovel, Sam opened the coffin, where only a head lay. Carli couldn't believe what she was seeing. She ripped open the small packet of salt, before she began to cover the shrivelled head with salt. Discarding the packet, she opened the box of matches before she lit one up. Giving a smirk, she threw the match into the coffin, causing the head to go up in flames.
Hearing a cry, Sam and Carli turned away from the coffin and watched as the horse of the Horseman suddenly disappeared. With a scream, the Headless horseman also disappeared, along with the bloody axe in his hand. As soon as the Headless horseman had disappeared, Sam ran towards his older brother, who lay on the ground in a pool of blood. "Dean! Dean! Can you hear me!" Sam cried, as he fell to his knee and lifted his brother onto his lap. Tears welled up in his eyes when there was no reply. As soon as tears began to roll down his cheeks, he heard a long, low groan come his brother, and he coughed.
"I'm alright Sammy," Dean whispered, as he opened his eyes. The only way for him to sit up was with the help of his brother. "It takes more than an axe to get rid of me."
"Oh my god! Are you okay!" Carli asked, as she rushed over to Sam's side. Noticing a pool of blood, Carli knew that Dean wasn't alright. "Maybe we should get you in the car," she suggested, as she and Sam helped Dean to his feet. Draping Dean's arm over her shoulder, Carli and Sam helped Dean walk over to the Impala, where they put him on the backseat.
"Thanks so much for helping," Sam thanked, as Carli handed him back his pistol. "We're totally grateful."
Carli gave a weak smile. "I was glad to help," she said, before she looked at Dean, and then back up at Sam. "Are you two by any chance related to John Winchester?" she asked.
Dean looked at Carli oddly before he cocked an eyebrow. "You know him?"
Carli shook her head. "I met him once when I was out on the road," she answered, "but I must say- I can't believe I didn't notice the resemblance when I first met you two."
"So in other words you hunt supernatural things like us?" asked Sam, getting down to the point. Carli nodded her head as Sam continued: "And that's the reason you came here? Because of the Headless Horseman?" He couldn't help but feel used. Carli knew exactly who he and his brother were from the start, and she knew that they were heading in the same direction as her.
Carli gave a sigh before she looked down at the ground and began to shift her feet. "Listen, I'm sorry if you feel used," she began, as though she had read Sam's mind. "But I was scared. I thought I was the only who hunted supernatural things. That was until I met John and he told me that he had two sons around my age that huntd abnormal things too."
"Freak," Dean stated, giving a cheeky smile.
Carli couldn't help but look at Dean and smile. But her smile soon faded when Sam handed her a yellowed piece of paper- which happened to be an old newspaper article. "This is about your family- isn't it?" Sam questioned, as Carli began to scrunch up the piece of paper. It wasn't long before it had been ripped to pieces.
"I had a dream," she stated, as tears appeared in the corner of her eyes. "All I wanted was a normal life. I dreamt of going to uni (university) in Australia, until the accident. When we moved, I wanted to go to college, but I gave that up for my older sister. That was her dream. But who was I kidding? I wanted to be a journalist, but now I can't. I have nothing- no family, no friends- nothing. And why? Because of a stupid ****ing demon!"
Sam and Dean watched as Carli kicked the ground with her foot. "So I demon killed your family?" asked Dean, as tears rolled down Carli's cheeks.
"No! It destroyed my family!" Sniffling, Carli collapsed onto the ground. "I lived in Australia up until I was eighteen. I had a loving family- a dad, a mum, an older sister, and a younger sister. But that all changed one fateful day. My little sister was killed in a freak accident, which resulted in my family moving to New Jersey. No one could get over it. My sister was thinking about quitting school, and I was barely passing. Everything was like that until the weekend before my older sister started college. I decided to take a shower, and while I was doing so, everything fell apart. I got the biggest fright of my life when my older sister entered the bathroom, her hands covered in blood. Her eyes glowed, and I could never forget the look in her eyes. As soon as I got out of the shower, I searched for my mum and dad, and my sister, and I found them all dead- throats slit, lying on the beds in their bedrooms."
Sam didn't know what to say- nothing could make Carli feel any better. Grabbing her small frame, he lifted her to her feet. "We have no one either," he said, glancing over at Dean. "Our mum died when I was a baby. Our dad's off on a hunting trip and we haven't had any contact with him. It's only us."
Carli wiped her eyes, and sniffled again. "I guess your family history is worse than mine," she stated.
Dean shook his head. "It is bad, but not as bad as yours," he said, "like Sammy said, our mum died when we were young. Dad found her on the ceiling, and she erupted into flames. We were then trained to hunt things, because dad was determined to find the thing that killed mum."
Sam grabbed Carli's arms and held her small figure in front of him. "Why don't you join us? You are one of us in fact, and we'd love to have you come along with us."
Carli wiped her eyes again. "I dunno..." she whispered, looking around. "Only if you really want me to."
Sam gave a smile as he let go of Carli. "Of course we do! Don't we Dean?"
Dean looked at his younger brother as if he'd grown two heads. "I guess... but I don't wanna hear anymore crying when we get out onto the road."
Carli gave a smile as she walked over to the passenger side of the Impala and jumped into the front seat. Sam jumped into the driver's seat next to her, where he placed the keys into the ignition. Hearing the roar of the engine, Sam turned the Impala out onto the road.
Sorry guys if it was a bit long- and I hoped you all liked it! If you wanna read the rest of my fic, just click on the link above!