The 'Supernatural' Story Of Us

Prologue

Prologue

Flying through the air, Dean hit the head of the junker hard, rolling off the beat up hood and onto the ground. "Son of a bitch..." he grumbled lowly to himself as he rolled over onto his back wincing a little in pain. Oh that was going to leave a bruise. It wouldn't surprise him to find a few broken ribs either.

"You okay?!" Blake called from somewhere out of Dean's line of vision as the young man worked on picking himself up from the ground with a groan.

"Perfect..." Dean growled back as he got up, pulling a knife out as he went. "Just fucking perfect..." he grumbled to himself, eyes darting over the rows of junk in the scrapyard. He was just pissed now. "You see it?" Dean called as he worked his way slowly through the rows of junk, pausing at where he had dropped his gun.

"No..." Blake responded from just the other side of the wall of junk. "Do we know what it is yet? Because I don't like this not knowing..." Blake grumbled, Dean nodding slowly even if his friend couldn't see.

"Yeah... werewolf." Dean said, slowly working his way around to his friend on the other side.

"Great..." Blake mumbled as the two boys found one another, turning back to back now, guns raised. "Have I ever mentioned how much I hate werewolves?" Blake mumbled.

"You hate everything." Dean snorted.

"Yeah... but I really hate werewolves." He said lowly before catching the rustling and scraping over metal, getting both boys attention to snap around.

"I don't think it's very fond of you either..." Dean whispered lowly, heart racing.

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"Macy I swear... If you get us arrested again..." Astraea whispered as she stood watch, glancing behind her to where her friend worked on pulling back a gap in the chain link fence.

"They didn't press any charges... Now shush!" Macy hissed lowly to her friend who just rolled her eyes before looking back around. "I'm... almost... through..." She grumbled trying to slip through the gap in the fence before finally getting through and letting out a little whoop.

"Shh!" Astraea hissed before stepping to the fence herself to slide through with similar difficulties, stumbling as she finally got past the fence before looking up to her friend with a grin.

"Come on!" Macy whispered excitedly, grabbing her friends hand and pulling her off into the depths of the scrap yard.

"Macy slow down!" Astraea said through a fit of giggles. "I swear... I don't see what you love about this place." She said as they finally slowed down, Macy letting go of her friends hand as she wandered over to a dead car. It was a piece of junk in Astraea's opinion, but she knew Macy saw it as so much more. To her friend, this thing might as well have been the Holy Grail.

"Are you kidding! This place is a gold mine!" she said, dropping the whisper, running her hands almost tenderly over the top of the car. "Do you not know what this is?!" she asked excitedly as Astraea slid onto the hood of another junker, laying back against the hood as she let Macy do her thing.

"I'm going to guess some classic car or something." The woman said as she lay back and closed her eyes.

"It's a nineteen sixty Pontiac Firebird! Not bad condition either... Obviously not my dream car... but not bad." She said with admiration.

"You're so weird." Astraea said with a snort glancing side long at her friend.

"That's why you love me." Macy said not even bothering to look over as she started scrounging for parts as her friend lounged on the hood of the car under the dim flickering street light, the two in their own little world for the time. Sitting up suddenly from where she laid Astraea frowned, her gaze glancing to the side.