Stories to Awaken Terror

The Lottery

Sitting in the back next to Cas, you were almost giddy with excitement. Sure, you had just gone through a horrible time with that creepy baby, but you had finally received some good news. The torment was almost over, and soon you would be free of those kids and that evil book. Free to finally have a relationship with Dean.

"You seem happy," Cas spoke up finally, smiling over at you.

"That's because this is almost over! You found the kids, and we'll get rid of the book, and we can go back to our normal lives."

"Y/N, I don't think it will be that simple," Cas answered. "That book is very powerful, and why would it be warded against Angels? I think the worst is yet to come."

"Dude, Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "A little positive outlook, okay?"

"I was just telling the truth. We all want this to be done, but it's going to be hard."

"It's alright Cas, I know that. I'm just excited that we finally have a lead," you mumbled, even though your good mood had vanished. "I'm just ready for the day this book isn't hanging over our heads anymore!"

"We're about an hour outside of...," Dean started. "Wait, where are we? This isn't the road we were just on."

"What do you mean?" You asked as Sam woke up.

"You weren't paying attention, were you? We were on a four-lane road back there. This is only two! And it's heading right into a creepy looking forest!"

"The book must have realized we were close. Trapping us in another story, trying to keep us off of its trail," Sam said in the middle of his yawn. "I wonder what we're facing this time."

"At least all four of us are together," you piped up. "And with an Angel maybe it won't be as bad. I mean, anything can't be as freaky as that baby."

"I have to agree with Y/N. That baby was freaking," Dean said, just as a small town came into view. With huge forests surround it, the town seemed secluded and antique. The buildings were all old fashioned, and Dean's Impala had to be one of the newest cars on the street.

"What is this place?" You asked, staring at the women wearing sundresses, while the men were dressed in suits.

"It's called Burkesville," Sam read the sign as Dean slowed the Impala down. Coasting down main street, you could see the banners and sashes proclaiming the Annual Lottery Festival.

"A Lottery Festival? I wonder what that is?" You asked as Dean came to the end of the street. Nothing but trees in front of you.

"I really don't want to find out," Dean grumbled, turning the Impala around, heading back the way you had come. "Let's get out of here, and find that highway again.

But as you came to the only way out of town, big wooden barricades were placed on the road, stopping anyone from entering, or anyone from leaving.

A man in his thirties, wearing a grey tweed suit and a black hat came walking over, leaning down to talk to Dean. "I don't think we've seen you around here before."

"We're lost," Dean spoke quickly. "We need to get back on the road as quick as we can. We have people waiting for us to arrive. Tonight."

"I'm sorry, but nobody's going anywhere tonight. It's Festival time! The whole city shuts down. It's a pretty big affair."

"Where's a hotel?" Dean grumbled, even though you could see him trying to figure out a way around the barricades. But he didn't want to cause a scene."

"We have a nice little homey place right there. Tell them Paul sent ya," he told Dean, pointing to the right of him. "Get settled in, and then come to Main Street. And it isn't really an invitation, it's a must. If you don't show, the Sheriff will be more than willing to guide you there himself."