Supernatural Fan Fiction Part 1
e condensation of the beer slowly trickled down the bottle and made a ring of water from where the bottle had been placed down. The storm outside had grown quickly and was now creating havoc. The room was dolled up like an Alaskan lodge. There was a small lamp and an old-fashioned radio. Dean walked round the room, and brushed his hand along his bed still sipping from the bottle. he stopped put the bottle on the bed side table, and reached a gun from his pocket. He loaded it, and tucked it under his pillow with care.
He picked the near empty bottle from the table and took another swig of it, looked round and walked over to the TV and switched it on to therein o'clock news. He sat down on the sofa and drank the last of his beer crossed his legs and slumped down into the shape of the sofa.
The door latch opened and Dean looked round to see Sam come in the door soaking wet. "Next time you're getting food." "Yeh well I wasn't the one to pick tails." Dean said with a smart grin on his face. Sam dumped the burgers on the dining table and went to get a beer from the fridge. "So, a restorative demon, what do you think it wants to restore. The lights flickered, and a strong gust of wind blew some of the leaflets off the dining table. It was Castiel. "Cas?" Dean asked as he exchanged worried looks with sam. Cas walked over to the two of them eating quickly knowing that they would probably have to go, giving that something was most certainly wrong. A huge bolt of lightening struck by there motel room window. "It's to late. It's here!" "HOLY...! " Dean shouted whilst grabbing his gun from under his pillow. "Is it the restorative demon?" Sam shouted whilst reaching the demon dagger he got from Ruby. "No! It's what it's trying to restore!"
The door began to shake rapidly until it broke off its hinges. The storm had gotten more viscous, and there had been at least four other massive lightening strikes very close to them. They tipped the dining table over and used it as a barrier between them and the thing that was about to attack them.
Suddenly everything stopped. The storm had diminished as quickly as it had begun. Suddenly the TV began to blur into white noise, the lamps at each side of the room flickered, and the main light in the room flickered and smashed. "What is this?!" Dean shouted as he dragged a shot gun from his bag next to him on the sofa, and resting it on the side of the table with his finger on the trigger.
Adding to there surprise a penetrating high pitched that started of as a faint buzz filled the room as it got louder, like an angel speaking to them. The ground began to shake from under there feet,everything made from glass smashed into tiny pieces. Each and every light bulb popped one by one, and the windows smashed and scattered glass coated the room. The Winchesters dropped everything, and dropped to the floor with there hands clamped tightly to there ears. Castiel however was fine. He was listening. "Who are you?" He asked whilst facing the door. "Why are you here? And is that restorative demon after you?" He stood still, still focused on e voice. The noise stopped. Whatever it was had gone except the storm.
"Cas! Was that one of your angel friends?" Dean asked whilst wiping blood of his face from when the windows exploded. "It's not a restorative demon." Cas said as he turned round. Sam and Dean pulled themselves up. "Dean; you got an asprin?" "In the bag Sammy." "It's sam."...
Dean picked up his shot gun and walked up to Cas. "Ok, so what are we dealing with then? Angel maybe?" ...
