Something Wicked (Dean Winchester Love Story)

"No Johnathan, no way am I doing that! You're out of your mind!" I yelled as I stomped up my steps, "Come on Marie! Let's just try it!" He begged, "No way! That is way to dangerous, scary shit can happen when you play with those things, don't turn my life into a horror movie." I said walking backwards and pointing my finger at him, "Well then I'll just ask Tara if she wants to do it with me." Johnathan said running up the steps, "Fine." I mumbled as he opened the door, "Oh my God!" He yelled, there was my sister on the floor, I screamed and fell to my knees, her skin was devoured, I closed my eyes, "We have to call the police." Johnathan said, I nodded and grabbed my phone.

The police have been in and out of the house all day, I sat down on the sofa staring at where my identical twin laid just a few hours ago, the police said it was an animal, an animal just waltzed into my house and ate my sister, no way. I drank more of the brandy out of the bottle, Johnathan sat next to me and stared at the windchimes out the window. "Your parents did love brass a lot." He commented looking around the house, "What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, he shrugged and grabbed the brandy bottle away from he, "That's enough of that." I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't tell me what I have had enough of." He set the bottle down on the table, "That couldn't have been an animal." I mumbled, "Of course it was an animal, what else could it have been?" He asked looking at me, "Animals don't just walk into houses John, there's something seriously wrong with this picture." "You're thinnking to hard about this, you've had an awful day, why don't you get some rest." John said rubbing my arm. I frowned, "Maybe you're right, I need to sleep." "Do you want me to stay?" I shook my head, "I'll be okay." I said getting up to show him out, "Call me if you need anything." He hugged me tightly, "You're strong, we'll get through this." I nodded and opened the door. He waved at me as he walked out. I slammed the door behind me as I walked over to the couch, I grabbed the liqour bottle and stared at the ground, "A fucking animal." I said unscrewing the top of the bottle.

The doorbell rang and woke me up out of my drunken sleep, I looked at the clock, 10:30 P.M. "Who the fuck..." I opened the door to two men in suits, "Marie Leobell?" I nodded and rubbed my eyes, "Sorry to come over so late but I am Detective Simmons and this is Detective Thayer from the FBI, may we come in?" I snorted, "Yeah come in Kiss." I mumbled walking back inside, "Can I get you something? Tea, coffee, brandy?" I asked, "No, thank you." Detective Thayer said sitting down, he had long brown hair and was about 6'4. "I told the police everything." I said before giving a yawn and grabbing the brandy bottle. "You don't strike me as a brandy drinker." Detective Simmons stated, "You don't strike me as a detective." I said before taking a swig, "Touche." He mumbled, "So now the police said this was an animal attack." Thayer said, "First of all this wasn't an animal attack." Simmons went wide eyed, "What do you think happened?" "Do I look like a goddamn scholar over here? I don't know what happened, all I know is that animals don't walk into peoples house then close the doors behind them when they are done eating them. No windows are broken and Tara was attacked from behind. Any more riveting questions?" I asked, Thayer's jaw dropped, "I see." "Nothing else in the house was touched besides Tara so the 'animal' wasn't looking for anything." I said before drinking more, "Your family seems to keep a lot of brass and silver around." Simmons said looking around. "Why is everyone saying that today?" I asked leaving back into my chair, "What?" Thayer asked, "My friend Johnathan said I keep a lot of brass around, like, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?" I asked, "Rakshasa." Simmons said to Thayer and Thayer nodded, Rakshasa...

"I want you to keep brass and silver around for a long time, darling, because the werewolves and the Rakshasa will be back, they'll be back for both of you." I was only 5, how could I save Tara and I from the monsters who got daddy.

"Marie? Marie you okay?" Simmons asked, I shook my head, "Rakshasa... they came back for us." I mumbled, "What do you mean? You've seen a Rakshasa before?" I nodded, "When?" "When I was 5, the killed my dad, Rakshasa's and werewolves, killed my dad. How do you know about them? You're only FBI? " I said setting the brandy bottle down. "Okay, we aren't FBI, we're Sam and Dean Winchester." Winchester, "Oh yeah, Bobby used to talk about you all the time." "You know Bobby?" Sam asked fondly, I nodded, "After my dad died, my mom took us to Bobby's when she left us." "Where'd she go?" I shrugged, "Not sure, haven't seen her in 15 years." "Bobby didn't teach you to be a hunter? You or your sister?" I shook my head and shrugged, "I don't even know what a hunter really is." I said, Dean smirked at me, "We're hunters, and we're gunna save your life, cause our next guess is the Rakshasa's coming for you." "Do you always use those stupid catch phrases to make yourself look cool? Come with me, Bobby gave me a present and told me not to open it until the right time... I think that time is now." I said getting up and walking down towards the basement. "So for Rakshasa's to be able to kill your sister they need to have been invited in, who have you invited in Johnathan?" "Yeah..." I said walking down the stairs. Dean held my arm as we walked down, "I'm not that drunk." I said, "Just making sure and if I get to hold a prety girl whil keeping her safe that's just a plus." I snorted, "Yeah, okay." I grabbed the box and blew dust off the top, I broke the lock off of it and opened the box to a bunch of silver and brass knives. "Thank you Bobby." Dean said grabbing the box.