truth about hunting • supernatural

Chapter 3: The thing about demons...

hey:) so I realised that there is already a character called or nicknamed 'tess' so i changed her name into Louise. It might get confusing, sorry. Thanks for reading my story and here's some more.

Usually, I walked straight home after my shift because I have a social life. (Sarcasm)

But today I had to take a little trip to the gas station close by. It was that time of the month.

Instead of calling it 'period', because it sounds very dull and insensitive, I like to call it the 'satan's week', because it gives you pain both physically and emotionally, which I think is what it will feel like when you have satan inside you.

The Gas 'n' Sip sign was flickering in the dark night. The air was icy cold and whenever I breathed out, my breathe was visible in the form of white mist because of the condensation.

As I got closer to the gas station I was able to see silhouettes inside.

The automatic door slid open as I stepped closer. As it opened a smell of what seemed like rotten egg surrounds my nose.

Note to self: never buy eggs from here again.

There seemed to be no one here. Strange. I thought I saw silhouettes of people inside. There were no sign of the cashier anywhere as well.

I head towards the feminine hygiene section but I stepped on something sticky. Probably some spilt slushie. I looked down and the sticky substance was dark red in colour. Maybe it was raspberry flavoured? But it didn't smell like raspberry, or even sweet.

I heard somthing skid on the floor more towards the back of the gas station. It sounded like someone dragging something. Probably an employee dragging boxes.

As I was 'deducing' the situation, an arm pulled me back, making me stumble. It locked me around my neck. It was strong and it wouldn't budge, even if I pushed it with all of my strength (which is nothing, really), and I was barely getting air into my lungs.

"Why are you here!" The person locking me in their arms demanded for answer. A man.

A horrifying thought striked me.

What if the sticky slushie wasn't a slushie. What if it was blood. And what if the skidding on the floor was actually someone dragging a dead body. Does that mean I'm going to get killed! Is the person locking me in his arms, a murderer!

"Why are you here!" This time his voice was stronger and every word was clearly spoken.

He pulled out a knife and held it against my neck. The cold surface pressed against my skin, sending shivers through my body.

"Let me g-"

Water splashed into my face. Numbing it, which was odd because usually it will wake you up. The cold water soaked into my coat, making it dump.

"W-what are you?" The man who splashed me stuttered. Is he surprised? Why?

"What do you mean, what are you" I snapped. Weird because few seconds ago, I was terrified and now I was furious.

"Why aren't you screaming in agony?" What the hell! Why would water make me scream? Not just scream but scream in agony. Yeah, it was fucking cold as fuck but it wasn't painful.

"Ahh, why would I scream in agony?" I slightly opened my eyes trying to avoid water dripping in.

The guy (who splashed me) looked pretty familiar - the Dean cosplay guy!

Does that mean the guy I'm being locked up by is the Sam cosplay guy?

Wait, but it was just cosplaying. Why were they killing people?

"Are you the Winchesters? Like the actual real life hunters?"

"How do you know us?" Sam spoke, still head-locking me.

"There's a book about you guys."

"I thought we got rid of it?" Dean moved his gaze to Sam. Which wasn't that much moving because his head was near mine. Holy fuck, his head was near mine.

"Have you heard of a thing called the internet?" I know, I was being a sarcastic shit. I just didn't know what to do. Was I suppose to scream, cry, dance around when my favourite characters are actually real? Yeah probably, but holy fuck!

Stay calm Louise, just speak. Let the words out like normally.

"Before we get into the details of why we're here and everything, can you let me go. Please." I gently tapped Sam's arm to get his attention.

"Oh, sorry." He realised and let's go. The situation got a lot more awkward.

"Can I splash you one more time just in case your not a-"

"Demon. Yeah, no. I already proved that I'm not a demon. I got drenched in holy water and if your wondering, it's fucking freezing. If you really want to be sure, I will happily go into a devil's trap and show you that I can walk in and out of it. Much better than getting splashed with freezing water when it's fucking 5 degrees!" I blurted out. Kind of showing off my knowledge, but the last bit was to make them feel guilty.

The Winchesters looked at each other with the impressed and, as planned, the guilty look.

"Wait, so their was a fight in here with demons or something?" I asked, still confused with all of the fictional-character-is-real thing.

"Yeah, that reminds me, we should get out of here soon before more demons come." said Sam in an awfully calm tone when they fucking killed people! I guess they are used to it and the victims were not humans, well, technically they were, but I guess there was no time to exorcise them, so understandable.

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I was waiting for them in their Impala. Well, Dean's Impala.

And it was very old. I don't know what else to say (think) other than I was in the motherfucking impala!

I sat there in silence, waiting for the Winchesters to get rid of evidence. The smell of old furniture and greasy food was becoming more familiar to me, which I don't know if it was a good thing. And the seats were actually comfortable than I thought it will be.

The alone time that I was having was making me lose my mind. I had so many questions unanswered and so many loose ends to tie.

The door to the Impala opened with a screech, making me jump a little. Dean hopped into the car and sat on the driver seat, diagonal to me. Sam later bends down to take the shotgun seat after he threw their belongings in the trunk. His head was only few centimetres away from the roof of the car.

The engine started, followed by classic rock booming through the stereo. Sam lowered the volume down, ignoring Dean's glare.

Dean drove out of the gas station and onto the road.

"So, where's your house?" said Dean, slightly turning his head towards me but kept his eyes on the road.

"The flat in Graham avenue."

"Which is.." Dean trailed off, waiting for me to answer.

"Keep following the road until the next traffic lights. Then turn left and you can drop me off. I can walk from there." I think I did a pretty great job, giving directions using words not actions. Well done me.

"Okay."

The classic rock was playing softly in the background making the silence more unbearable.

"Louise. I'm Louise by the way, if you're wondering."

"Hello Louise." Sam replied.

"I know we just met and you tried to kill me and all, but can I ask you a question? Actually a lot of questions. After you guys answer them I will shut up." Great. This wasn't awkward, not at all.

"Shoot."