The Orphan // A Supernatural Fan-Fic

Chapter 1

Shane closed her eyes and leaned her head against the trunk of the tree in which she was sitting.  She had slipped out of her "home" and into the forest behind it. It was long after midnight, but she couldn't sleep. Even though it'd been eight years since the incident that put her there, she still had nightmares. She looked down and fidgeted with the flourescent pink glow stick strapped around her neck, preventing the dark from enclosing around her. Ever since that dreaded night, she couldn't be in the dark without having a panic attack.

When her family died, everything changed for Shane. She had no one left that cared about her. No one left who mattered to her. She had been abandoned in an orphanage, marked forever as a crazy child no one would understand. No one could ever understand what she saw.

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Rain slowly beat against the black roof of the Impala as Dean drove down the tree-lined highway into Wisconsin. Sam was reviewing some newspaper articles while Metalica played in the background. 

"You sure this is our kind of job, Sam? I mean, people go insane all the time." 

"Have you ever heard of five people, who were entirely normal, living normal lives, going crazy and killing their families? All one after another? I hightly doubt that's a coincidence." 

"So what do you think it is, exactly," Dean asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road.

"I don't know. Angry spirit? Shapeshifter? A demon maybe. Could be anything really." 

"Yeah, well, the sooner we figure it out the sooner we can get out of here," Dean paused, "I hate small towns."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, small towns are practically all we go to!" 

"Yeah? And that's were all the weird shit is. Everybody knows everybody, creepy stuff always seems to happen in places like this," Dean muttered as they pulled into a parking space outside a non-descript diner. 

"Well," Sam smirked as the stepped out of the car, "if the 'creepy' stuff is here, then we're in the right place." 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Sammy." Sam rolled his eyes as they walked up to a man sitting on a patio chair outside the establishment. 

"Excuse me," Sam asked the middle-aged, grungy, unshaved man, "do you know how to get to The Kendric House from here?" 

The gruff man shot them a meanicing glare, which took Sam and Dean off gaurd, "Why in hell's name do you wanna go there?" 

"We're lookin' for someone," Dean answered, glancing at his brother, "Family member." 

The man sneered. "Only people there are the owners, few orphans, and this crazy kid. If you had any family there, they're probably long gone." 

Sam and Dean exchanged a quizical glance, "Crazy kid," Sam questioned, "What do you mean?" 

"Few years back," the man began, spitting on the sidewalk, "this kid's dad went pyscho. Killed the whole family 'cept for the little girl. Killed himself right afterwards. Kid's been saying crazy stuff, from what I've heard. Somethin' 'bout her dad not killing 'em, somethin' taking control of 'im. You know, crazy stuff." The man shrugged his shoulders and turned away. 

"We'd still like to go see for ourselves." Sam stated coolly, 

"If you really wanna see it that bad, just follow the main road East and turn onto Dalton Street." 

"Thanks," Sam mutterd as they climbed back into the car.

"So this kid says something took control of her dad. Sounds like this is our kind of thing." Dean huffed as he turned the engine on and drove down the road.