The Meeting (A Supernatural/ Crowley Fic)

Chapter One

 Wham!  Like that, seventeen year old Geneviene Castalia was lying on the floor, her bones shattered, body sprawled out. It was obvious that she was dead.  Whatever had tried to attack her was gone now, and no one was around to help her. Her eyes were open, but they had faded into a pale milky color. Her last gasp was raspy enough to summon over a hundred hellhounds. She hadn’t ever experienced anything like what her death was consumed of. Something had attacked her, and she didn’t know how to defend herself from it. And in that case, she was ripped to shreds and died.  

The thing was, she didn’t stay dead for long. Little by little, pieces of her body started to piece back together, little by little until her body looked the same as it was before she died. Geneviene’s eyes also went back to their normal state, the innocence finally returning. It wasn’t normal for someone to be put back together. It all seemed supernatural. She hadn’t regained her conscience just yet. A male’s voice entered Genevieve’s mind telling her to wake up and that she had been put back together.   Geneviene was a beautiful teenager. She had everything that any girl wished for: the hair, the body, the posture. That’s what every girl wanted.

Geneviene was almost five feet eleven, had reddish hair, and had piercing blue eyes that cut your soul into fragmented pieces.  She didn’t have any enemies that she knew of, but she was sure there were at least a few people that loathed the way that she looked.            

  Within a few minutes, Geneviene was up off the ground. She brushed herself off and looked around. There was still a lot of blood spatter around, especially on the ceiling and on the far wall. Her eyes widened, bewildered by the fact that something had attacked her. She remembered every bit and piece of it, but she didn’t realize that it had been that bad, more or less, with the blood spatter. Genevieve went to go get a  few cleaning supplies to go ahead and clean up the mess. Her parents hadn’t been home, so thank God they didn’t have to grieve only to be stricken with a resurrection within a matter of minutes, which she still didn’t understand.          

Geneviene went back in the living room to clean up the blood, where she had been initially killed, when she heard a voice coming from somewhere in the house. ‘What the hell would be in here?’ she thought to herself. Either way, she needed to continue the work.  It seemed to have still been fresh. The smell was still there and Geneviene had to put on a surgeon’s mask in order to breath properly. She was able to clean it up, but it took her awhile to get things looking spick and span again.           

There were still noises coming from the upper floor, just above where Geneviene’s head was. “What the hell is up there?” she thought out loud. Surely whatever it was, it was here for a reason. The stairs creaked a bit as Geneviene went up the stairs. The sounds got louder, and it was then revealed to be a male’s voice. Then another voice started to talking. They were both interesting in their own ways. Genevieve strolled over to the door, where she thought she heard voices coming out of it. She peered around the corner and there were two men standing in what would be her bedroom.           

“I don’t know Sammy, that girl looked like dead meat when we came in,” one of them said.           

“Dean, I’m not so sure that it happened for a reason. She obviously looked stunned when the attack happened,” said the other one who was named Sammy or whatever.           

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” Geneviene spoke up. Her arms were folded, standing in a defensive position. She somewhat glared at the two men, irritated that they had done breaking and entering.            

Sam and Dean looked at Geneviene with horror. They had just seen her broken body on the living room floor, and now here she was, demanding answers out of the both of them. They neared her and attacked with salt. Genevieve looked down at the salt that was splattered on the floor and then looked back up at the duo.