Born Under a Bad Sign // Supernatural

prologue

Born Under a Bad Sign: prologue

Behind the bartender, and below the mirrors along the wall is a bottle of whiskey that's cracked. A small crack really, close to the bottom, curling upwards and beneath the label. A steady drip of the liquor inside falls to the shelf that holds many bottles, similar but different only slightly. The bar around that cracked bottle is hot with sweaty bodies and loud voices over the music, the bartender is a young woman in her twenties, flirting with who she deems fit and ignoring those she doesn't.

He watches that leaking whiskey bottles and wishes he could just fade away, he doubted anyone would notice. His brother and father were off somewhere else in that club, drinking until the lights blinded them and the voices where like drums in their heads, they'd forgotten that he was only seventeen, they did often when the thought of vodka and sex overcame logic.

And so he sits in the darkest part of the bar, watching that bottle.

The DJ plays terrible music, it is worse than his brother's classic rock, not that he minds it too much but there are only so many times that one can listen to one ACDC song. But this is hardly music, it's more noise, though he's been to enough places to know that noise is what the crowd likes.

As he sat there he wondered if he could try and kill someone, they would hardly be noticed or missed until at least the morning. It sounds so childish when he thought about it but it was what he and his family did best, not without reason, usually. He had always been bad at the reason part. His father wouldn't be happy if he did, nor would his brother but he couldn't care less what his father thought, he was an angry drunk still after revenge for his wife's death. His brother though...unfortunately, he did care what his sibling thought, a lot.

The battle his mind is having is cut short by a figure sitting down beside him, he glances up to see a man, perhaps two older then him looking back at him.

"Aren't you a little young to be here?" He asks gently, in a sympathetic voice, from a man who felt the world against him. He has think blonde hair and dark blue eyes, he's good enough looking, about twenty years old.

"Aren't you a little young to be asking?" He replies, the man laughs quietly and gives a nod of acceptance.

"I'm Lucifer." He holds out a hand, he observes the man, waiting for him to laugh and say his real name but he doesn't, the seventeen year old quickly decides that perhaps he shouldn't laugh either.

"Aaron." He replies softly, Lucifer gives him a small smile. He's shorter than him, though most people tend to be shorter then him these days. He cocks his head, looking at Lucifer and he thinks how easy it would be to kill this man. He can feel a small knife against his hip, he can draw it faster than Lucifer could blink and then it would be through his heart, or perhaps his throat.

"Are you here alone?" Lucifer asks, he nods even though he can see his brother dancing less than three metres away with a brown haired woman, "how about we ditch this place? They play terrible music."

Lucifer leads him outside where the wind is cool and the air heavy, his breath comes out in white fog that hangs in front of him before fading away. He wishes again, that he could fade like his breath. But after blinking three times in quick succession he's disappointed to see that he hasn't faded and Lucifer is leading him into an alleyway.

It's almost as if Lucifer wants him to stab him, it would be so easy, its dark and no one's around. The body wouldn't be found until the morning and by that time he would be long gone, not that he left much evidence for them to go by. He feels the blade against his skin, its' cool touch and the darkness creeping along in his mind, the want to feel his warm blood spilling across the cold concrete.

But then that urge has vanished, because Lucifer is kissing him, so sweetly and gently, it's making his knees shake and he wants nothing more than to fade into the man. He wears a silver chain with a dog chain and snake charm, it's frozen with the air yet he holds it like an anchor. But suddenly his warmth is gone because there's another man in the alley, one with dark hair and eyes shaped the same as Lucifer only his are a warm green.

"Until we meet again, Aaron." Lucifer says softly, he follows the green man out of the alley way. A piece of paper has been slipped into his hands as he watches the man walk away.

He slides down the wall, falling to the ground and staring at the black concrete. The paper falls from his hand and blows away, he doesn't notice or care, transfixed in whatever state Lucifer had put upon him. He stays there for many hours, his body cold and eyes blank.

A warm hands encloses around his shoulder, he looks up to his brother who isn't as drunk as he'd thought. A dying panic in his eyes, those bright, bright green eyes bore into his and his brother smiles and shakes his head.

"You scared me, c'mon, dad is gone, and we should be back in the motel by the time he gets home." He doesn't bother looking for their father, that's nothing out of the ordinary. His brother pulls him to his feet, he falters when he goes to follow, realising the paper's gone.

"Sammy?" Dean whispers, the fog from his breath fading into the darkness, "you alright?"

"I'm okay." Sam replies, he shoves his hands into his pockets and follows his brother out of the ally, wishing he's brought his jacket.

Ah hello ^_^

The name's Percy and this is my first Supernatural fic, so if its crap, I'm so terrible sorry, I'm new at this. It's going to be a Serial killer AU (because I'm weird like that) with Samifer, though romance isn't going to be massive so if that's not your thing then I hope you'll still consider reading this :). Oh and there will be Destiel....because c'mon, how could there not be?

Please tell me your thoughts!

Percy xx