Feathers & Fur [Destiel]

Chapter 1: Fallen Savior

He bit his lip, clamping his glistening white teeth on them, his glowing green eyes gazed through the transparent surface. Crimson liquid splattered across gravel, up the side of a yellow SUV and small spots leading into the garage. He could smell it clear as day. The blood. Hear everything-hell he could hear the conversation the victim was having with the young police woman. Everything was so clear. His eyes flickered to his little brother, dressed in a professional suit, his hair neatly combed. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Sam's heart. He was as calm as he could be. He was used to this by now. Sam shot his brother a look, grabbing his shoulder softly, "You okay?" Sam inquired, concerned on his features, they were usually soft but this time something was off. Like he knew something was different with this case. Dean cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

"Umm...yeah I was just thinking." Dean replied, smiling softly. He met his brother's gaze for a split second. That's when he knew something was wrong. He shoved his hands into his pockets-the wooden floor boards creaked. The house had to be at least 50 years old or more, it smelled strongly of animal urine and cats. Dean's nose wrinkled in disgust-he hated cats. He traced a small framed picture of a woman in her early twenties and a male that looked about 17. In his eyes you could see the reflection of sadness, and loss. He frowned, shuffling down the small hall that lead to a back door. A police woman greeted him once again, Dean replied with a small, 'hello' navigating to the front yard where it all happened. Sam questioned the victim, twenty-two year old Vicky. She had explained her boyfriend, Alex, and her were outside by the fire. When rustling in the woods continued to grow louder and louder-like something was stalking them.

"We ignored it, thinking it was a loose dog," She swallowed hard holding back tears, and hid her face in her pale hands. "It wasn't a stray dog..."

"What was it?" Sam asked, an interested eyebrow arched.

"Don't you see! I don't know! It was the size of-of a lion. But dark as night! It moved so fast I couldn't see it!" Vicky said, trying to catch her breath, her words were moving at 100mph. "T-Then...Then Alex was flying out of his chair being dragged through the yard. I tried to stop it. Only it was so fast. Alex was hitting it with rocks, that thing slammed his head into the side of the SUV knocking him unconscious." Sam looked down at the stained gravel then back to Vicky.

Dean spun around, looking around the foundation. Mostly at the blood. If it dragged a fully grown man, it had to be pretty damn strong. Maybe a black dog? Hell hound? No, she wouldn't be able to see it. He bit his bottom lip once again, "That's why we're here, Mrs.Hill. Agent Stark and I'll find what did this." Sam cleared his throat. The eldest Winchester turned back around, his eyes colliding with his brother's.

"Yes, Mrs.Hill. There has been several cases like yours. It's been happening for months. Once we've captured whatever did this we'll contact you." Dean half smiled, in between unsteady breaths. Sam continued talking to the victim, but he kind of blocked him out, his eyes followed the trail of blood into the garage. Taking a breath he followed it, stopping in the musty smelling space. Tools were scattered everywhere, the navy blue mustang had a large claw mark down the side. Front tire was slashed. Dean sighed, trying to swallow the lump in his throat-he couldn't.

"It was some animal." An officer spoke up, standing beside the navy mustang. Dean raised his head, raising an eyebrow.

"Really? An animal the size of a lion, that moves like a cheetah. Sounds pretty cheesy to me." Dean stated, taking a step forward. The officer shrugged, his hands in his pockets. A hand grabbed his shoulder, pulling him out of the must smelling garage.

"It's not what you think." Sam whispered, he pulled his brother towards the impala. Dean jerked away from his younger sibling's grasp, stopping. "Dean." Sam threw himself into the passenger's seat, awaiting his brother to get in. Dean sighed; climbing in the drivers seat.