The Light Through Me

Prologue

NORTONVILLE, NORTH DAKOTA, YEAR 1996

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For people who lived in Nortonville it was a peaceful night. Adults, tired of their work were deep in sleep already. Kids were dreaming of fairies or cars, while some of teenagers decided to spend the night on playing video games. But for Dean Winchester that night was supposed to prove his father, that he could solve the case of infamous farmer's mystery death himself.

Dean was that kind of child to always argue with his possessive father, since he was "old enough" and so resourceful to go on hunt trips all alone. Despite his arguments, it was never enough for John Winchester. So that's why Dean wanted to show him, that we was wrong.

The teenager tightened his grip around the flashlight handle. He used it to lighten up the area in front of him, but the only thing he could see was an old, rusty pitchfork covered in tons of cobwebs and dust. Dean started looking around through an abandoned barn.

He couldn't help but feel someones eyes on him, even if he tried to convince himself, that it was only his imagination. It seemed like besides him, and the ghost, there was no one else inside. Suddenly, a terrible shiver ran down his spine, which make him realize that the temperature dropped. He took out his EMF from his backpack and once again, he started looking around the barn.

He was able to take less than four steps ahead, becasue all of a sudden he felt a cold breath on his neck, combined with a horrible scent. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He just threw a simple curse word in his thoughts. He didn't had any weapon on him except his flashlight, and an EMF reader. Before he could even turn around, the ghost screamed mournfully and threw the young Winchester against the wall. His vision blured for a while.

He felt a dreadful pain spreading throughout his whole body. The ghost yelled once more, and when Dean finally opened his eyes, instead of the spirit, he saw a girl in front of him. When he got back his vision, he had to admit, that the girl which seemed to be his age, was pretty cute. She had dark brown, wavy hair, and eyes the same color. The girl was breathing heavily and she looked kinda unsettling with anger on her pale face and pitchfork in her hands.

- Come on, get up you dumbass. We're not on vacations. - She rolled her eyes and stuck the pitchfork in the ground.

-...And who are you? - Dean just asked, since he was still a little bit too dizzy to backfire on her with an insult. He watched the girl taking out the camera and taking some pictures of ectoplasm in the place where the ghost was a while ago.

- Esmary. - The girl introduced herself, while measuring the young Winchester with her eyes. He wanted to burst into laughter at the fact, that she was so distrustful towards him. Dean stopped himself from doing that and smirked instead.

- Dean Winchester. - He introduced himself as well. The young hunter grabbed the flashlight and his EMF reader from the ground.

Dean tried to talk with the girl he just met, but she was already about to leave the barn.

He shook his head in amusement and joined her. Esmary didn't really care about seeing the hunter again. She assumed he was another high school boy, who wanted to impress his girl, or equally stupid friends.

- By the way. What are you doin' here? - He asked out of curiosity. He stopped his eyes on Esmary's car. He almost immediately recognized the brand, and year of the car. 1969 Mustang, dark red. While he was admiring it, he felt like he was cheating on his father's Chevrolet.

- You better go home and stay out of trouble. - She murmured unconcernedly. Esmary began rummaging through her trunk, to find a shotgun loaded with salt. Dean this time couldn't help but snort.