нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

WildFire Road

It was just my normal Sunday afternoon, That is until, my life pulled a 180 on me.

My step-dad came in earlier and did his normal routine of hitting today, this time trying something new and cutting my cheek with some iron knuckles, which are illegal in the USA by the way. So ya know, that's just awesome.

I'm currently in my bathroom, trying to die down the swelling in my cheek, I can't do much, it's still gonna be black, blue and bloody tomorrow for school, but I'll use my normal lie of how I do wrestling for a club, which is a complete lie, but hey, I'm not gonna go to the office and say,

"By the way, my step-dad hits me everyday while my mom watches, so how bout you send me down to some half crazed aunt I have somewhere half way around the world?"

No thanks, Rain check!

So I deal with it, on top of that I have been having these killer nightmares, worst then I usually have, about almost anything, people burning alive, including my mom, and crazy stuff like that. I'm a senior in highschool, 19 years old, almost 20. I'm pretty old for my grade but it's not my fault I got held back in freshman year for getting in a fight. The girl lived, so who cares?

But anyways, I'm pretty popular due to my "rebellious" ways. Although that does not mean that I like my life, in fact, I hate it, my mom doesn't love me, my real dad is dead, and my step dad slaps me around like I'm a chew toy.

I guess it doesn't matter, I'll be outta here in a few months, I'm going to try and travel.

"Bang!" I loud noise vibrates around my house, coming from my 'parents' room.

I get up, not bothering to call if they are okay, they probably wouldn't answer ether way.

"Mom?" I call out, looking around the dim lighted room.

Nope

"Eric?" I yell, calling for my step-dad

I get a scream for a response.

"Holy shi-!" I yell, tripping over a pair of shoes that are sprawled over the floor, at the moment Eric is pushed up against the wall, blood trickling down his stomach.

"Eric?!" I repeat, trying to get him to look at me.

He gets thrown up to the ceiling by an invisible force, while heat starts to radiate off the walls, creating some flames to start to dance across the walls and ceiling.

They give another flicker before bursting into more like a bonfire explosion, turning Eric to ash, and if I don't get out now, I would be included.

"Help!" I scream out when I realize the door has been locked,

"Great, cause of death? By fucken fire! Just great." I mutter to myself looking around the room for something I can break the door down with.

I think I would've gotten out rather easily, if it wasn't for the smoke I was inhaling every 5 seconds, causing me to start to choke on the friggen air. I do one last wheeze, my eyelids slowly drooping, But not before I see a man, about 35 I think, but I have to be hallucinating, because when I look at his skin, half of it is peeling off and red underneath. Not a pretty sight.

"Hello sweety, I think you'll do perfectly, so what do you say about gettin outta here, huh?" He says to me, slightly rushed, but I can't stand his voice, it's like what a cocky son of a bitch sounds like, and I have a lot of experience with assholes.

He wraps one arm around my waist, but almost immediately has to let go when I hit him in the jewels and make my escape,

I have 2 options, window or getting kidnapped by this skin disease dude.

1 sounds pretty good.

I leap through my moms second story window and land sprawled over the grass, every bone in my body aching.

But against all the nerves in my body, I get up and run.

-//-

My high waisted shorts and crop top with RᏋᏰᏋL ᏨHILᎠ written on it is not sufficing in keeping me warm as the temperature drops a couple degrees since it's getting later. Pretty sure its about 20 degrees out, and its not even midnight yet.

After a bit more of walking, I finally take a look at my surroundings and notice a junk yard to my right.

Maybe a ride could be found in there, probably not but worth a shot.

-//-

It's been at least 45 minutes of endlessly wondering around here and nothing, not a single car with all the right parts, or even ones that would slightly work.

"My luck just keeps getting worse and worse." I tell myself as I walk down the black pitched street, finally noticing all the blood splattered across my body and clothes from all the glass. Oh but wait, it gets better! It's pouring fuckin rain! Yay for me.

Maybe someone will pity me and give me a ride? Or they'll call the cops thinking I'm a serial killer, 50-50 chance. Or I die of hypothermia...

I'm not sure but my head hurts and I have a craving for a double cheeseburger.

-//-

Sam's Pov:

"What do you mean,'I had another vision?!' I thought those have been gone since we killed Azazel!" My brother yells, clearly pissed about my visions acting up after all these years.

"Uh, exactly that, we have to go now though, if we don't hurry, she'll end up dead...or worst." I respond, hoping in Deans "baby".

"Maybe it was just a weird dream..." I give my brother a pointed look,

"After all the weird shit we've been through, you think its a dream? Do you really even wanna try that card?"

"Fine, where to?"

"Nashville, Tennessee"

And off we go.

-//-

14 hours.

That's how long we've been driving, thankfully we just reached the girls neighbor hood. WildFire Road.

Dean twists down the volume on his Metallica that was just blaring throughout the car.

"So, what she look like? Hot?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes in response, but not hesitating to reply,

"Dark Red hair, bright green eyes, white, medium height, that's all I got." I'd been going over her physical features the whole ride.

We drive for a couple more minutes before I order him to halt,

"Stop stop, it's this one!" I point to a two story house, painted green with an American and marine corp flag hanging out side.

Just as we slammed the doors, one of the windows up stairs flew open with a ball of fire following it.

"Crap" Dean mumbles as he sprints up to the front door.

But when we bust open a door, no ones there, just fire and a broken window.

"Great, now we're on a man hunt." My brother speaks aloud, trudging back down stairs.

He needs pie. I think to myself before walking back to him.