The Man with the Anti-Possesion Tattoo (on hold)

Chapter 1~ Unexpected Guests

   Chole's POV

     I woke up hearing a loud thud from downstairs. It sounded like there might be someone inside the house. I slipped out of bed and grabbed the old baseball bat from my softball days by my nightstand. I crept downstairs and saw someone heading towards my parents bedroom. I walked toward their door and barely pushed it open when I saw some god awful creature hovering over my parents. It looked like it was sucking out their very souls, for moment I thought I imagined it but realized that that thing was sucking out their very souls. I stood frozen on the spot as I watched it take them from me. I stood there like a coward as it ended their lives in a flash. My feet finally came unglued and I tore through the door my bat lifted high. I was ready to strike down that SOB when someone jumped thru the window, glass shattering and skidding across the room. It was a man. I had no clue who he was or why he was here but he had a gun in his right hand and a bright flashlight in the other. The flashlight blinded me for a second then I heard a gunshot followed by a loud wailing noise, which must have come from the creature. Whoever was behind the flashlight let it drop and I could see his face from the moonlight. He had bright green eyes like emeralds and brown hair with the perfect amount of scruff. He had that perfect jawline every girl wants and I took the moment to enjoy his features, even tho it wasn't the best time.

     "Who are you?" I questioned. Wondering why he was in my house and what just killed my parents, I was in too much shock to truly grieve yet.

     "I'm Dean Winchester and I'm here to save you so try not to get yourself killed on the way out."

     "Yes sir," I replied a small hint of sarcasm in my voice. (Don't judge me everyone grieves differently I choose not to use emotions) This guy seemed a little on the rough side, but I had no where else to go and he just saved my life so whats the most harm he could do? Kill me? Thats already been attempted tonight.

     I followed this Dean guy to a sleek black car and saw another man with longer brown hair sitting in the passenger seat. Dean opened the back door and I climbed in sliding right into the center. "So whats up?" I asked referencing to the guy upfront, "Whats your name?"

"Names Sam," he gruffly replied, and Dean slid into the drivers seat after he shut the back door. "So Sam where are we going?" I questioned. Dean put the keys in the ignition and started up his muscle car. I looked back for what may be the last time I ever see the only home I've ever known. The realization hit me and a tear fell form my eye.

  "We are taking you somewhere safe," Sam replied.

  "What was that thing, why was it after me?" I asked with so many more questions waiting to be answered. 

  "That was a soul eater and if we had gotten there a minute later you'd be dead meat," Dean flatly responded.

"A what?" I asked not understanding what this soul eater was or could be.

"A soul eater," Dean repeated as if this was something people normally talked about, "it feeds off the souls of the family that lives in the house where its nest is which happens to be yours."     "Now if you'll just wait till we get to the bunker we'll explain everything... scouts honor," Dean joked.

"Bunker? Why are we going to a bunker?" I questioned once more pressing for more answers.

"Its not really a bunker," Same went on, "well sort of just wait."

     We drove for hours until I eventually willed myself to sleep. I focused on the memories that I had made and cried softly until I couldn't stay awake any longer.

SORRY THIS WAS SHORT! This is my first story but please comment, share,  and vote it would mean the world I'll post the next chapter soon. Thinking of posting a chapter a week.