Supernatural . . .The Truth Shall Set You Free

                                                          Supernatural: The Truth Shall Set You Free

AN: Before I start I would like to say that I'm a huge Supernatural fan, and as much as I would like to I don't own any of the character or anything to do with show. I'm simply using Eric Kripke's character's and theme to create a story of how I thought an episode should go. Enjoy!

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Linda Thompson's POV

"So, I say we raise our glasses and toast to Miss Linda here." Kylie, my best friend and partner said while raising her shot glass.

When you live in Westchester Pennsylvania the only thing people could think about was booze, booze, booze. Well except for the men. All they thought about was women and booze, which is why Ryan's Bar was the best thing we had in this town, but now I was leaving to do something ten times better than being a bartender. Which is why we are all here the girls and I, to celebrate my leaving.

"I mean our little Linda is going to college to become a nurse. Chelsea, are little girl is growing up." Kylie said pretending to have tears running down her face.

"I know, Kylie. Are little girl is going from serving Purple Hooter Shooter to giving cough medicine to sick people." She said laughing. Yep the girl was already drunk.

"Well ladies, since this is my last night here I would like to give a toast to the girl who will be stepping up to my neck of the woods, I drink to Kylie tonight." Together us three girls clicked our glasses together and took the shot. I checked my watch and saw that it was really, really late and I had to pick up my stuff for school.

"Well ladies, I think this is it for me. I got to head out."

"Oh come on party pooper.Stay out just a little longer." Chelsea groaned and I laughed.

"Kylie, Chelsea is a little drunk here, make sure she gets home okay." I stood up and grabbed my leather jacket off the back of my chair. "Well ladies, it's been fun but I got to head out. I love you ladies." I heard the sound of goodbyes as I walked out the door. That place was fun and pretty much my home but now it was time to leave.

I decided to take the short cut home since it was close, but it was scary and involved an ally way which involved darkness and creepers but I needed to get home.

So I took the way and the thoughts of my new life were the things that kept me some what safe, or at least that's what I thought untl I heard a sound. It sounded like a growl but I wasn't too sure.

"Kylie? Chelsea?" I continued walking this time a little faster, but stopped once I heard the noise again. "This isn't funny bitches! This is not how I wanted to spend my last night." I heard the growl sound again and tried to run, but something grabbed my ankle and dragged me down the ally way. The feeling of burns against my stomach were terrible and no matter how loud I screamed nobody seemed to hear me. 

Finally we came to a stop and I was flipped over and hit against the ground hard. My vision was blurry and I could not see anything except for a dark, pitch black figure. "MINE" It growled before I felt an instant pain against my stomach and I saw my own blood against the wall. I screamed as loud as I could but instantly I felt nothing and saw darkness.

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Dean's POV

"So what's in Westchester PA?" I had to ask. Sam and I have been driving around for over an hour now and he kept going on about this case in Pennsylvania.

"Well, a young girl, Linda Thompson, was found behind the bar she was working, dead." I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and then back to the road.

"Doesn't sound like our type of case there Sam." I said truthfully. Sam was my brother and I loved him, but sometimes he looked into things too much.

"She was decapitated." I didn't say anything but he continued.

"With a upside down triangle carved into her forehead."

"Okay, now that sounds like our type of case, but why the hell do you keep going on an on about this. I mean I've heard you obsess about cases but man this is a new type of obsession." Sam got quiet and that's how you knew things were important when it came to Sam. "Sam?"

"There's a girl down there. A friend."

"A friend? You mean like a college friend?" The last college friend of Sam's we met was a shapeshifter who attacked women. One night it took on my form and attacked Sam's friend. It didn't exactly go down the greatest, but in the end things were cleared up.

"No. Do you remember dad's friend Lawrence, Jack Lawrence?"

"Not ringing a bell there Sammy. But this Jack Lawrence has something to do with the case."

"No, Jack has been dead for a couple years now, but his daughter Kylie Lawrence is a bartender down at Ryan's bar in Westchester."

"Kylie Lawrence? Why does that name sound familiar?" The name was something that I knew but I just couldn't place the name and the person.

"Dad worked with Jack once, you and Kylie are the same age and I think you were both like twelve at the time. You had like the biggest crush on her."

"Oh now I remember. Kylie. Oh Kylie." Kylie was a beautiful girl even at a young age and she was a kick ass hunter too, but she was never in to me and that was weird because any and every girl fell for my charm except for her.

"Can you start thinking with your upstairs brain for two minutes?"

"Hey I'm using my upstairs brain. So, let's head out to Pennsylvania." I said with a smirk. I turned up the radio and AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" Blasted through my speakers as we headed to PA.