Crossroads - Supernatural Rewrite

Bloody Mary

Kat stood in a dimly lit room, the smell of sulfur thick in the air. Shadows danced across the walls like living things. A figure emerged from the darkness, a demon with eyes as black as pitch, its voice like nails scraping on metal.

"You've always been one of us, Kat," it hissed, circling her like a predator stalking its prey, "Mommy can't shield you from it anymore. You can't deny it—it's in your blood. It's what makes you strong."

Kat's breath hitched at the mention of her mother. She tried to question it—to argue, to scream—but her voice wouldn't come.

Images flashed around her, her hands drenched in blood, standing over bodies she didn't remember killing. Her reflection in a cracked mirror shifted, her eyes flickering black.

"No! I'm nothing like you!" she finally managed to cry out, her voice raw with panic.

The demon chuckled darkly, its face inches from hers now. "Oh, but you are. You've always been. That's why John left, isn't it? Even he was afraid of what you'd become."

The words struck like a dagger, and the room began to spin. Kat dropped to her knees, clutching her head, trying to block out the whispers that suddenly surrounded her.

"You're one of us," the voices chanted in unison, "One of us."

Suddenly, flames erupted around her, licking at her skin but never burning—they consumed her vision completely.

The faint hum of the Impala's engine purred softly, broken only by the rustle of Dean shifting in the driver's seat. He glanced over his shoulder to where Kat was sprawled out in the backseat. His brow furrowed when he noticed the way her face twitched, like she was wrestling with something in her sleep.

He exhaled sharply, his voice low but edged with concern. "Kat," he called, leaning over the seat and gently tapping her shoulder. "Wake up."

Kat stirred but didn't wake. Dean tried again, his hand resting on her arm a moment longer this time. "Kat."

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, and she jolted upright. Her breath hitched as she scanned her surroundings, disoriented. The early morning light streamed through the Impala's windows, a familiar and grounding sight.

Kat exhaled in relief, her fingers raking through her hair as she murmured under her breath. "It was just a dream," she said, as much to herself as to Dean.

Dean frowned slightly, his hand still resting lightly on her shoulder. "Yeah? What about?"

Kat hesitated, shaking her head. "Nothing, I'm fine." she muttered.

Dean's eyes narrowed, but he let it slide, pulling back. He shifted his focus to Sam, who also seemed uneasy in his sleep, waking him up next.

Sam stirred awake, groggy and confused, his head turning to look around. "I take it I was having a nightmare," he muttered, sitting up straighter and rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, another one. You and Kat both," he said casually, his voice tinged with concern that only someone who knew him well could detect.

Sam forced a half smile, trying to shake off the tension. "Hey, at least I got some sleep."

Dean looked over, raising an eyebrow. "You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this."

"Are we here?" Sam deflected, picking up the newspaper on the dash with 'Steven Shoemakers' obituary circled.

Dean sighed, "Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio."

Kat remained silent, her breathing slowing as she watched Sam skim the obituary in hand, his expression sharpening into focus.