Christan and Amara were inside of an abandoned building, exploring at night. Christan said it would be fun but Amara said it would be not but they still went.
"Tantan, this is a bad idea-" Amara was about to say something before she was interrupted by him saying, "I agree."
"Then why the heck are we here in the first place!?!" She whispered shout at her best friend for 5 years.
"I thought it would be cool-" Christan said but Amara shushed him when she saw something, Christan took a peek as well, two tall men are holding a machete and a severed head of a person, (it's a vampire, but they didn't know that.)
Their eyes widen and they slowly back away when Christan stepped on a stick and it broke, Amara sighed and facepalmed but not that loudly. Christan then looked at her and whispered, "Sorry," Then when they heard footsteps that were walking towards them, they started to run so fast but they were gaining on them.
"Shize! Why did you step on that stick in the first place!" Amara shouted at Christan while they were running away from the potential serial killers.
"I don't know! This was a bad idea!" Christan shouted back.
"No shit, Sherlock!," She said to him as she started to climb a tree while helping Christan to climb.
"Fuck you, Watson!" Christan retorted as he accepted help from her and now they were just chilling in the branches.
They both sighed then they looked at each other before bursting out laughing. The laughter died down,
"This feels like Budapest all over again," She said as she looks at her watch to check the time.
"You do not remember Budapest as I do," Christan told her then he whispered something in her ear.
She nodded and she took out a gun and shoot one of the men in the head, this made them slow down and the two friends jumped down from the tree and ran. They got away.
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Dean groaned when he got shot in the head, he sat up when Sam went to him, "Dean! You're not dead!"
"No, they shot me with a paintball," Dean said as he rubbed his head because the paintball hurt. When they looked at his hand, it was red.
"I'm bleeding," Dean said as he looks at the paint on his hand
"No, Dean, it's red paint," Sam said as he rolled his eyes
"Oh, Okay. Did we lost them?" Dean asked Sam as he wiped the paint on his red flannel.
"Yep. We'll get them next time " Sam said as he helped Dean up and they went back to the building to clean up the remains.
-The next day-
Christan is sitting on the bench in a laundry shop while Amara is doing their laundry.
"So that was a bad idea." Christan began to say.
"Yeah, no strawberry cheesecake, Sherlock," Amara said
"Why don't you just curse like everybody else?! You cursed like a normal person last night in the woods!" Christan exclaimed to her, flailing his arms up in the air.
"Well, maybe it's because you woke me up from my sleep. And because of you, I almost got late to class this morning." She said as she puts the wet clothes into the dryer next and puts in the time cycle
"You mean online?" Christan said as he crosses his arms.
"Yeah, still. I don't want to be late ever!" She told as she turns around to look at Christan.
"Yeah, you're an early bird, you literally wake up at 5:30 am with Metallica as your alarm clock! Not to mention, you're also a goody two shoes." Christan retorted.
"I love being a goody-two-shoes! What's wrong with it?" She asked him with the cutest pout ever.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just... Your life is.... boring if you're a goody-two-shoes forever." Christan said slowly, standing up
"Well, I take offense to that," Amara said to Christan as she raises an eyebrow
"I'm sorry, plus you're too cute, sis!" Christan said before pinching her cheeks then let go.
"Yes I am, and you're not that smart," Amara stated.
"Ugh. How about you?" Christan asked her with sarcasm
"Yes, I am! Smart enough to know that last night was a bad idea. We almost got killed!" She almost shouted at him.
"I- look, I said I was sorry!" Christan almost whined
"and I said you are forgiven. Now, here, 20 bucks, go buy yourself some ice cream." She said as she smiled cutely at him while giving him 20 dollars.
"Okay!" Christan said before he skipped merrily to the ice cream shop nearby.
She giggled at her friend's antics before turning around when the dryer was done drying their clothes and started folding it, she was just humming 'Hey Jude' when black encompassed her vision.
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She then woke up in a cemented room that looks like a dungeon with all the chins here and there, where she was gagged and tied up in a chair, she then looked around to see that no one else was here except for her and her backpack.
'Why is my backpack here?' She thought to herself which then lead the thought of Christan, 'Poor Christan, he must be so worried. ' She suddenly felt guilty for making him worried, she almost cried from then and there but the door opened revealing two men, this causes her to think, 'Holy Moly, is that Sam and Dean Winchester?! Maybe they're here to save me-' but then she saw that they were wheeling in some torture devices "-or not. Frick!"
Sam went behind her and took off the piece of clothing that was gagging her and she took slow and steady deep breaths.
Dean then grabbed an angel blade and asked her, "Look, girly, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
'You know what? Imma mess with them' She thought to herself giving the Winchesters the thought that she doesn't want to answer them by clenching her jaw.
"The hard way it is then," Dean said as Sam went to a corner and lean there while went ahead and slice her arm with the angel blade, it was very sharp and painful. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her jaw clenching harder.
After Dean tortured her with silver, putting salt in her wound, both angel blade and the demon blade, as well as the holy water as the finishing touch, Dean walked out while Sam just grabbed her and just shoved her to the floor before leaving the room.
'I'm in the bunker, and I just met Sam and Dean, my idols but this was not the first meeting I imagined but that's fine, at least I still got to meet them.' She smiled weakly as she stood up slowly than her knees buckled which made her fall then she sighed, just shrugging it off and crawled to the makeshift bed and try to sleep.
'Maybe, this is just a nightmare. Chuck, why did I choose to play with them.' She thought before she sighed.
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FanfictionJust some Oneshots because I am so bored, plus feel free request too if you have a plot in mind. Just to clear things, I do not own Supernatural and its plot or character. I am just simply borrowing or using them for this book's purpose. P.S, I migh...
