Journey

Yellow Eyes

A/N:  I do not own the Supernatural characters and plots.  I only own characters and plots you have never heard about on the show.  All rights go to the creator's of Supernatural.

Three years ago.

Shadow lay awake on her bed, pondering the event that just took place in the kitchen.  He hit her; again.  Shadow knew that this wasn't an unusual event to take place, but, he hadn't laid a finger on her in months.  She was just so upset that he gave up on trying to stop the abusive relationship.

She started to drift off into a peaceful slumber until she heard a blood curling scream come from her father's room.  Without hesitation, she practically jumped off of her makeshift bed in her motel room, and raced to her father's room.

Shadow crashed through the door to see her father laying on the ground; mutilated and barely alive.  She looked to the window and saw a tall man with yellow eyes.  That's when her walls came tumbling down.  Her dad had been hunting something, and she was standing there, dumbstruck, at the realization that this was the monster her dad had been tracking.

"I warned you this would happen, Shadow," Azazel told her, before vanishing.

She ran over to her father's mutilated body, attempting, but failing, to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.  The tears came streaming down her face as she stifled a sob.

"Shadow," her dad started.  "I'm-I'm so sorry for the ass I have been.  I'm s-sorry for abusing you, and most of all, I'm s-s-sorry I was such a shifty, deadbeat father."

Before Shadow could respond, the man took his last breath and stared blankly into her eyes, the eyes that showed pure sorrow stared into the eyes of someone ready to fall apart.

"I love you dad," she managed to say before sobbing into her father's cut up, practically gutted, chest.  "I love you."

Now.

Shadow sat in the driver's seat of her father's '64 Chevy Nova, bottle of beer constantly being pressed against her lips.  Her long blonde hair reached her waist, and her pale green eyes stared in anguish down the road in front of her, thinking about how she was going to gank Azazel.  The only thought on her mind for three years.

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Sam and Dean pulled up to the motel in their '67 Chevy Impala.  Another town, another case.  Sam was getting tired of moving around, but still had his mind set on finding the son of a bitch that burned Jessica on the ceiling of his apartment just weeks before.

"You okay Sam," Dean asked, concern showering his face.

Sam looked at his brother with an exasperated look, asking, "Is Dean Winchester showing emotion?"

"I'm serious, Sam," Dean retorted.  "You keep having nightmares, and you aren't letting me in."

Sam, who decided to keep his annoying humour up, responded, "You're going soft.  Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"

Dean let a sigh escape his mouth, knowing that no matter what he did to get through to his brother, he wasn't going to let him in.  Although he decided this, he kept pushing, "I'm serious, Sam.  What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sam lied.

"Bullshit," Dean responded, slamming his hand on his baby, fed up with Sam blocking him out.  "That's bullying and you know it.  Now, Sam, tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing Dean.  I'm just trying to get passed the past."

Sam and Dean both chuckled at the sentence Sam just stated.  Although Dean was passed Sam wasn't letting him in, he had to admit; that was pretty funny.

After a moment of awkward silence, Dean spoke up saying," Ya know, Sammy-"

"Don't call me that."

Dean continued as if Sam hadn't said anything.  "If you need to talk to anyone about what happened to Jessica, I'm here."

Sam nodded, knowing it was true.  "Yeah, I know."

"Well then," Dean said, changing the subject.  "Beer?"

Sam took the bottle, struggling to open it, motioning Dean to help him.  He heard Dean's quite annoyed sigh, and smiled as he saw Dean's bitch face pointed at him.

"Jerk," Sam said.

"Bitch," Dean responded.

They walked to the desk of the Dairy Inn, not knowing about the events that were to take place later that week.

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Beep!  Beep!  Bee-

Shadow quieted the alarm, annoyed by the fact that it was now six thirty in the morning.  She hated mornings so much.  That meant one more day that that stupid yellow eyes is still out there.  One more day that someone dies, or sells their soul.  Sometimes, she wished all this demon, and monster shut wasn't real, and that she could wake up at home, with her father and mother.

Ugh.  Morning.

She climbed out of bed, and made her way over to the bathroom.  She walked in and thought, All I need is a nice, hot, steamy shower to calm my nerves.

Just as she started to strip off her clothing, she heard a knock come from her room door.

If the stupid Dairy Inn staff could leave me alone for more than twenty-four hours, that would be wonderful.

Shadow trudged over to the door, gun in hand and loaded, as she peeked through the peep hole.  She saw two men standing there.  One was giant, and, if she had to be honest, kind of looked like a moose.  Why wouldn't she; that long brown hair kind said that to her.  The shorter one, however, had green eyes, and kind of looked like a squirrel.

Great.  Now I'm comparing people to animals.  Good job Shadow.

She hid the gun, still loaded, in her hand, behind the slightly ajar door, and asked the two men, "Can I help you?"

The moose answered, "Yes.  I am special agent Smalls, and this is special agent Jackson. We understand that there have been a multitude of people vanishing and we were wondering if you could answer a few questions for us."

Shadow gave the two, obviously built, men, who were both at least six inches taller than her, a confused look and responded, "Why do I have to?  I don't know anyone who has gone missing."

"We just need to bask a few... routine questions," squirrel answered hesitantly.  She knew there was something off about these two men.

"Can I see your badges," Shadow questioned, hoping she was wrong about what she was thinking.

They pulled out their badges, but, before they could put them back rather quickly, Shadow snatched the fake ID's, and looked at them.

"You guys are off your game."

What are you doing Shadow?  Maybe your just paranoid.

No, I'm not.  These are fake ID's.

Great.  Now she was arguing with herself.

"What," the moose responded. 

"I know fake ID's when I see them.  You're going to have to try harder.  Also, these two agents are dead.  They died three years ago."

Shadow closed the door, leaving the two men outside confused on what had just happened.

Shadow turned away from the door, knowing who the two men really were now.

Winchester.