Sam POV
“David and Goliath are outside the door,” I heard a a light, feminine voice say. Dean and I exchanged a faintly amused glance.
“That’s a new one,” Dean muttered quietly.
We moved closer to the door, armed with pocket knives, fake passports and the shotgun.
“Do we knock?” I asked.
“Well duh.” Dean said in a low voice. He walked up to the wooden front door, and knocked. Once, twice and three times.
“Don’t let them in,” the same trilling voice that had called us David and Goliath said. “They’re monster hunters.”
“Shoot,” Dean muttered, giving me a scared, worried glance. “Time for plan B.”
“And what is that?” I demanded quietly, we hadn’t even discussed a plan B.
“We barge in,” my older brother replied grimly.
I stepped up beside him and raised the gun, preparing to fire.
Dean grabbed my arm. He shook his head sternly, and pushed on the door. I followed suit and shoved, hard. I felt pain shoot up my wrist and I stepped back, yelping in pain and clutching my sore hand. Dean put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, and gritting my teeth against the pain, I pushed again.
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FanfictionBook 1 of my supernatural series. When Sam and Dean travel to Forks to follow up a series of disappearances they find something that is not entirely what it seems. The Winchesters team up with the Cullens on what seems to be their most confusing cas...
