**This is a Supernatural story containing one of my OCs, who you will meet later.**
“We shouldn’t be here,” an ex-military commander muttered as 20 others secured the perimeter of a large warehouse.
“Would you shut it, Thanatou?” A tall man in a business suit snapped. “I don’t like being here any more than you. But these are the orders. Besides, this might be the one place on earth that Crowley won’t follow.”
“What about the other one? The redhead?” Thanatou was visibly nervous, an interesting look on a camo-clad 6’4” man with a buzz cut and battle scars.
“No. She won’t care. She’d march straight in here; that’s why we have to keep this quiet.” The suited man studied Thanatou with a slight smirk. “But that’s not what you’re worried about, huh?”
“Shut up, Vasanastis.”
“Look, don’t worry. They’ve only ever dealt with the Commons.”
“But this is their turf,” Thanatou insisted. “This is their home.”
“It will be fine. There are 30 of us. They won’t -” Suddenly both men snapped to attention.
“Intruders?” The faint rumbling of an engine sounded from a highway to the east.
“Lost visitors, probably,” Vasanastis murmured. “Use them to contact the boss.”
Thanatou nodded and ran off to the street. Minutes later, screams pierced the night sky - and if real life had a title sequence, it would play as incantations were spoken into a pool of human blood.
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Ancient Powers
ParanormalSam and Dean go work a case in their hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, to find that they don't know quite everything about demons. *contains one of my OCs.
