Kendall & Cameron | A Supernatural fan fiction |

|10| Green River County | Part 1 |

The cold wash concrete was cold, and the moon light sent harsh shadows of metal bars onto the ground. The wind whistled and blew outside, and further down the hallway, in one particular cell, the metal door shook. The sounds of clanging metal and wind creeping through chipped window panes created a strange atmosphere.

The cells were empty, at least they seemed it, and the hallway was taped off. Distant footsteps could be heard from beyond the almost forgotten hallway. The oldest part of the prison, reserved for only the worst of inmates, was usually swarming with security guards, and the air was usually filled with the shouting of criminals. It had been out of action for the past few weeks due to... certain happenings.

A security guard sighed as he reached the large metal door, no one wanted to check down here. The guards had argued about who had the job tonight, and after a terrible loss of rock paper scissors, the guard had slowly made his way down to the far east side of the prison.

He scanned the card from around his neck, and the door clicked open. He pushed the heavy door and it swung around, hitting the brick wall with a thud. He jumped at the sudden sound, shaking his head and walking forwards when he realised he was simply being paranoid.

He lifted his arm slightly shakily, clicking on his flash light, and taking slow and small steps down the hallway, further into the uninviting darkness. The sounds of clanging metal and howling wind still blanketed the surroundings.

He passed cell after cell, and his nerves began to increase. The rumours, the stories and the unfortunate facts that surrounded this hallway wouldn't leave his mind, and he stopped before he reached the cell.

It was the fourth cell to the end, insignificant in others minds, but not to those who knew. He didn't want to walk further, and he definitely did not want to shine his flashlight into that cell. But of course, this was his job, so he took the steps quickly, shining the light first to the end of the hallway, and quickly turning into cell 6.

He quickly moved on, going to turn around and race back quickly, but something stopped him. A flicker of something caught his attention. He'd moved his light too quickly, but he knew he'd seen something. A shadow, a black figure in the light of the moon. He didn't want to shine his light on it again, and his heart felt as if it were about to jump from his chest. He breathed out slowly, before stopping.

The slight clang of metal came from right beside him. The cells were empty. No person could get down here, he continued to tell him self as he turned slowly. Although it wasn't much consolation since the nagging thought at the back of his mind was that maybe it wasn't a person.

He lifted his hand, it shaking terribly and the light shaking with it. He moved the flash light slowly, until it layed upon cell 7.

The seemingly hooded figure stood in the corner, the guard was momentarily distracted by remnants of blood splatters on the wall. His eyes darted back to the corner quickly, and upon seeing it empty, he took a step forward. He shined his flash light around the cell, his eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head. Clearly he'd been seeing things, his imagination fueled by fear, or so he had thought.

He sighed out a breath he had been holding before lowering his flash light, trying to ignore the remnants of blood stains. He turned to leave, to join his colleagues and to tell them he would never be the one to search that cell block again, but it seemed as though he'd never get the chance.