Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Part 1

"I think my husband's cheating on me," a dark-haired, blue-eyed woman declared.

She and another woman were sitting in a dark room with the only light being from the candles. They sat across from each other on a small-sized round table. A crystal ball was situated in the middle of it.

"Give me your hands," the other woman demanded.

The blue-eyed lady nodded her head and outstretched her palms. The olive-skinned and green-eyed fortune-teller, who sported beads on the sides of her hair under an orange scarf, closed her eyes.

She began running her fingers across the palm lines.

"Yes, it is true Mary," the creepy but mildly attractive woman stated.

"I knew it." Mary replied angrily almost pulling her hands away.

"I know what you have to do."

The fortune-teller held Mary's palms tightly.

"Hey!" Mary exclaimed.

She transferred red energy through Mary's veins. Mary's eyes sparked red before returning to their original color.

***

Mary's husband entered their bedroom. "Honey, I've been calling-"

He paused with a dreamy expression on his face, looking at his wife in black lingerie and seductively sprawled over their bed.

"What were you saying honey?" She asked biting her lower lip.

"I-I was saying how beautiful you look tonight." He took off his tie and suit then jumped onto the bed beside her.

They started kissing passionately and the intense foreplay led to even more intense love-making later on.

***

Mary woke up blocking her eyes from the yellow glow. Her hand reached for her husband as she put her back on the pillow, but all she felt was the mattress. She sat up and realized he wasn't there.

"Clark?" She called out.

No reply. She gazed at the bathroom door. It was closed. She got up from the bed. The door slightly creaked as she opened it ajar. The room was empty.

She quietly went downstairs. She gazed at the bottom floor when she reached it. Blood droplets were leading to the kitchen to the left. She followed the trail and took a hesitant step inside the kitchen

"Clark what are you-" she stopped dead in her speech.

Clark turned around to face her. His whole upper body and jeans were blood-stained. He held a butcher knife in one hand and a beheaded woman's head in the other. She saw the dead body on top of the kitchen table behind him, all cut up.

Mary's eyes almost popped out of her skull and her scream resonated throughout their two-storey house.

***

The next morning.

Sunlight sprayed over the black Chevy Impala. The sky was clear of clouds and the breeze was mild. The brothers had their windows pulled down.

"I'm on a highway to hell!" The AC-DC song was playing on the stereo.

Dean drummed his fingers on the old-fashioned steering wheel.

"Highway to hell," Dean sang along with the band.

He glanced at his little brother who was busy with his cellphone.

"Hey, what's up Sammie? Dean asked him. "I thought you hated me singing that song."

"I do," Sam replied. "But I'm busy with this game."