Winchesters Willow (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

Howloween

"Tomorrow is Halloween!" I smiled at my brothers. It may have been just last month that dad died, but Halloween sure did help me brighten up. "Aren't you two excited?"

Dean chuckled "I don't 'do' Halloween." It was mid day, we were relaxing in a motel in Dallas Texas.

"Oh, Dean, remember dressing up and taking Sam and I to trick or treat?" I lightly punched Sam's shoulder. He gave me a weak smile, then frowned and stared at the window. "Sam, you alright?"

Sam clenched his teeth, closed his eyes tight, then grabbed his head. He slowly sat on the floor and groaned, nearly yelling in pain.

I widened my eyes, looking at Dean who got right by Sam. "Dean, what's happening to him?"

Sam stopped, kept a hand on his head, then said "Willow, you can't leave our sight."

"Why?"

"The Hellhounds," Sam winced as his head began to ache more. "They're coming for you."

I gulped. "Hellhounds? What's a Hellhound?"

"Demonic Pit Bull," Sam took a deep breath. "They hunt for people and take their souls, they don't stop hunting until the human or themselves die."

I sat down on the bed. "So I'm going to die?"

Dean sat by me after helping Sam up, and rubbed my shoulder. "No, kid, we won't let anything happen to you."

"That's what you said last time, then we got nearly killed by some demon in dad's body, then hit by a truck, and now dad's dead!" I raised my voice, then sat down. "Sorry."

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, slightly fixing it. "Hey, Willow, we'll keep you safe, alright? Just stay with one of us, keep salt on hand, and we'll keep iron around, alright?" I nodded slowly. "Ok," Sam clapped his hands together "We should go get lunch or something, then come back and work on a plan."

I nodded again. "Let's get pizza or something, I just want something simple."

We took the Impala to a close by pizzeria, got a large pepperoni, three beers, and stayed for about fourth minutes to eat.

"What if the Hellhounds don't stop hunting for me?" I asked out of no where.

Dean in a quieter voice said "That won't happen."

Sam agreed with him, adding "Besides, all we have to do is find the demon controlling the little monsters-"

"Little?" Dean laughed so hard, he almost ripped his beer bottle over. "Sam, these things are the size of a very large dog, or a miniature horse!"

I took a sip of my beer. "Holy crap, that's huge."

Dean chuckled and said "Yeah! These things are invisible, fast, have a very strong sent, and aren't easy to kill."

"I'm not going to run from an invisible dog all my life," I fake laughed, then putting some pizza in my mouth. I better eat now while I'm safe. Or, "safe."

My brothers helped me grab anything I might need, I sat on my bed, and they sprinkled salt around the bed. This motel was pretty empty, luckily.

I gazed up at Sam, asking "How long until the Hellhound will be here?"

Sam swallowed hard, "Tonight."

"Oh." I bit my lip, then played around with my hair. "So the salt, it'll keep me safe as long as I stay inside the circle?" Sam nodded to my question. "And, these dogs, only I'll be able to see them, correct?" Another nod from
Sam.

I heard a low snarl, followed by a growl. My breathing picked up, matching my quickly rhythmic heartbeat. "S-Sam..." I payed his shoulder, my whole body slightly shaking. "I-" I looked outside the window, I saw glowing eyes starting at me. Staring into my soul. "It's right outside the window."