Chapter One:
The heavy rain was pouring like cats and dogs in the northern Seattle, and frankly Dean was beginning to get sick of it. "It was just so damn moody," he would grumble to himself repeatedly as he drove his 1967 Chevy Impala -- or his Baby, as he like to call it -- down the rain-slicked streets with mud.
His younger brother, Sam, had found the constant rain rather peaceful and had taken the opportunity to lean his chair back and fall asleep. His long brown locks messily covering half his face with his eyes closed shut. His snoring mixed with the the softy rumbling noises his Baby would make occasionally make as it drove down the road.
The silence was deafening, and Dean couldn't take it anymore. He yearned to blast some AC/DC, one of the rock bands he favored, but he also knew that Sammy hadn't gotten very much sleep for a few nights, and had been up researching for a case instead. A deep sigh left his throat as he gripped his shiny black steering wheel tighter, and carried on down the road.
He tapped absentmindedly on the steering wheel to a beat of a song that he favored as he kept his eyes on the road. The window wiper slewing any unwanted rainwater out of his vision, also creating a small slurping sound while doing so. It was quite annoying.
Now, Dean was beginning to get bored. And tired. And rock music-deprived, if that was even a thing. He half wished something interesting would happen.
And, his prayers were answers. A dark figure ran out of the woods and into the street, not twenty feet from his Baby. He barely had time to slam his heels on the breaks, but it wasn't enough.
He hit the figure, making it fall down, the slippery streets had made the body fly back a few feet farther, but so did the car, and nearly got it ran over. "HOLY SHIT!" Dean shouted, making his brother shoot up at the commotion. Sam's eyes were wide but you could see the obvious bags hanging underneath of them.
Loud gunshots could be heard from the woods, and the two brothers looked at each other. They swung the door open and jumped out of the car, not bothering to car about the rain that would soak them to the bone and most likely stain the leather seats of their Impala.
Dean half hoped that he had just accidentally hit a moose, or even Bambi's mom, but what he had found was much worse.
A dark-skinned girl, laid just underneath the front of the car, motionless. Even in the dark he could see blood everywhere, which was probably looked worse that it was due to the rain, but it still was far more than the healthy amount.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her lips just a bit blue, signaling that she must've been out in the cold rain for far too long. Her thick hair was a cut short, and messy. You could see the occasional branch or leaf sticking out of it.
Several more gunshots sounded, which was far to close for comfort. "Dean, we need to get her out of here," Sam said, and gently moved the girl from out of under the car, carrying her bridal style, and brought her into the backseat of his Baby. Sammy sat there with her, and began to help her injuries, as Dean slid into the front seat and slamming on the gas pedal.
An older man emerged from the forest, as he was getting I the car, a silver gun gleaming in the man's hands. "FELIX!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, "GET YOUR SHITTY ASS BACK HERE, YOU BIT--" His insult died away as he drove farther and farther from the seemingly insane man.
I guess her name is Felix, Dean assumed, and looked at his brother in the rear-view mirror, while trying to keep his eyes on the road. "What the hell happened, Dean?" Sam demanded, as he took one of the several raggedy towels they had kept in the backseat for situations like this.
