Glad you're all enjoying it.
Here's the 2nd chapter. Probably will be posting a chapter a day, since they're all finished, so no waiting around for new stuff.
p.s. Forgot to mention, there is some mild swearing in some of the chapters, can't remember which ones but yeah, you've been told. LOL.
Dean slammed the door of their motel room shut, causing the door frame to rattle precariously, and dropped down onto his bed nearest the door with a sigh. Sam coughed pointedly and knocked on the door. Dean looked up and realised he’d just slammed the door in his brother’s face; wearily he opened the door to a very annoyed looking Sam.
“Cheers, Dean” he said sarcastically, pushing past him and shutting the door.
Both were freezing cold and had the exact same thought at the same time about the thing they needed most. They looked at the bathroom doorway, and then turned to face each other. Each stealing glances at the door, calculating both theirs and their opponents’ moves. It was war and it could turn violent at any time, and it was going to be tricky, since they both had an advantage over the other. While Dean was closer, Sam had longer legs. As Sam edged forward, the TV suddenly blasted out as his foot pressed down on the remote that had been thrown onto the floor earlier. Distracted by the sudden talk of the weather presenter, Dean took advantage of Sam’s hesitation and leapt for the door, slamming it behind him. Sam gritted his teeth as he heard his brother’s muffled hearty laughter echoing through the door.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of the TV. In the bathroom he heard the familiar sound of the shower running; watching the annoying weather presenter as he described tomorrow as being stormy and just overall, dismal.
Great, thought Sam distractedly. They still had the kid who almost got taken that night and his parents to interview yet. Not to mention, they needed to find out more about the victim called Scott, and figure out what this thing was before anyone else got hurt or even killed.
His musings were then interrupted by a horrible, screeching that cut through his brain like a physical punch. He abruptly fell off the bed with a thud, but was quickly running hurriedly across the motel room floor to the window. The lake was covered with an eerie fog, and above the fog the heavens thundered and flashed menacingly. But even the boom of the thunder wasn’t a match for the howling that drifted across the lake and penetrated the walls of the motel. Startled, Sam stared out the window intently, trying to figure out where the hell this god awful noise was coming from. His ears were starting to hurt, as the wailing carried on, and as Dean’s hand clapped on his back forcefully, Sam nearly went into cardiac arrest.
“DEAN! What the hell is your problem?”
“You of course geek boy,” Dean retorted, flashing his million watt smile which faded when he shivered, as a chill passed through the room that had nothing to do with the weather.
As Dean was just wearing a towel that hung around his waist, and there were still beads of water running through his hair and down his chest, Sam figured that Dean had come to investigate the racket. The brothers’ brains registered the fact that the annoying news presenter was still talking on the TV, but neither paid it any attention, as their thoughts had strayed elsewhere. Almost as if stuck in a trance, Sam and Dean eyes’ remained fixed onto the lake, the fog swirling and creating patterns, inviting them in, calling them in, and they felt themselves slipping….
Then the howling stopped, leaving a silence behind that was suffocating. Sam and Dean stood stunned as they tried to work out what had happened. And if they weren’t confused enough already, through the fog they saw a dark shadow. But it was gone as quickly as it had come. Sam shook himself firmly, deciding that it was definitely time for that shower.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know where they’ve gone”
Dean and Sam glanced at one another and Dean turned away from the man’s infuriatingly calm face before he was tempted to smash it in. Guys like him really pissed him off. Sam picked up on his brother’s rising anger and quickly stepped in.
“Look Mr. McHauligan I don’t think you understand the situation. We need to find the boy that was attacked last night. This is a matter for the state police, and it seems they left without telling us where they went.”
The hotel manager contemplated for a moment longer, before he gave in to Sam’s beseeching gaze. He sighed resignedly and pulled out a piece of yellow paper and scribbled something down hastily. He looked guilty as he held it out to Sam and sensing his hesitation, Sam quickly took the paper in case he should change his mind.
“Look” the hotel manager started awkwardly, “don’t tell them I showed you where to go. They’re good friends of mine and I promised them I wouldn’t say a thing.”
Sam nodded understandingly, and walked out the room, with Dean following close behind.
AT A DINER
Dean pointed to a middle-aged woman who was sitting with a teenage boy. Both were hunched over and pretending to be interested in a newspaper, while secretly staring at everyone in the room, in turn. Their gaze drifted over to Sam and Dean, but they looked away quickly when their eyes met.
They walked over and the woman looked up suspiciously, glaring at them both, “can I help you boys?” she asked stiffly.
“Um…yeah you can actually,” Dean confirmed, plonking himself in the seat next to the mother. Sam followed suit and sat between Dean and the boy who nervously smiled at him. Sam smiled back.
“Mrs. Richards,” Sam started, “we wanted to talk to you and your son about the incident last night.” The tension at the table instantly rose and Sam shifted uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny he was getting from Mrs. Richards.
“What do you wanna know?” the boy called Sebastian said unexpectedly.
“We just wanna know what happened, no matter how crazy it sounds. We just want the truth,” Dean replied.
Sebastian took a deep breath, “I was taking a walk along the lake, when I kept hearing this wailing sound coming across it. Then this thick fog started to come down and I knew I had to get home before I got lost or something, but I couldn’t find my way back. I turned around and tried to find my way, but I kept getting this feeling something was watching me or following me or something,” he swallowed and looked up at the other people at the table nervously.
“It’s okay, Sebastian. Keep going,” Sam said softly.
Sebastian nodded and looked down at the table again, “I started to walk faster and then there was this man in front of me. He was hunched over, and all hairy, like an old hermit. Then he reached out his hand and tried to grab me. I tried to run but he grabbed my legs and pulled them out underneath me…” the boy continued as his voice got caught in his throat and unshed tears appeared in his eyes. “He was dragging me back towards the lake, but I managed to get free long enough to scream, and crawl up the bank. That’s when I met Mr. Boxer from the room next to us in the motel. But when I looked back the old man had disappeared….but I think I know what it was.”
Sam and Dean leaned in closer.
“There’s this local legend about a Kelpie-”
“Seb! Don’t say things like that! You know they aren’t real!” His mother snapped harshly, which earned a stern glare from Dean.
Sam turned back to Sebastian.
Sebastian carried on, “I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s rumoured to change into an old man. I’m sorry that’s all I know”
Sam stood up, “thanks very much, Sebastian.” And without another word, Dean got up too, but not before saying his thanks stiffly to Mrs. Richards.
They then left leaving a stunned Mrs. Richards behind them.
Sam researched the Kelpie when they got back to car, while Dean blasted Metallica from the speakers.
“Okay…” Sam started, but the rock metal was too loud.
“Okay,” he started again, turning the volume down, “a kelpie is supernatural shape-shifting water……Oh god….” Sam swallowed hard, and looked up at Dean sheepishly, but when Dean looked at his little brother he saw the fear that underlined the worry in his eyes.
“Sammy, what is it?”
“Umm…Dean did I ever tell you…”
“Tell me what, Sammy?” Dean’s patience was running out.
“Well I have a…..this thing it’s a ….I don’t know-”
“Just spit it out, Sammy!” Dean spat, cutting him off mid-ramble.
“It’s Sam,” he huffed, “and I’m scared of horses okay! Really scared of them. And this thing is a friggin’ horse! Ya happy now?!”
Dean paused, trying his best. Honestly trying. But he couldn’t do it. He burst out laughing and didn’t stop until he started to swerve on the road and got sworn at profusely by a passing driver, but even then he continued to giggle quietly.
“SHUT UP DEAN!”
But his brother didn’t stop.
“I SAID SHUT UP!”
They arrived at the lake and began to walk around the edge of it, where they thought Sebastian might have gone. Sam walked in front and Dean brought up the rear. A mischievous glint came into Dean’s eye, he was bored and felt like making Sam suffer. So he made a horse’s neigh in Sam’s ear and watched in amusement as Sam jerked his head up in shock and reflexively turned around and lashed out with his fist. Sam’s eyes were wide with terror and Dean didn’t see it coming until it was too late. He fell to the floor, but managed to bring Sam down with him. They collapsed on each other in a pile of arms and legs, and before they knew it, they were having a wrestling match in the mud. Sam was panicking and Dean knew he had to calm him down before he seriously hurt himself. Sam wasn’t calming down though, and the mud was going into his eyes, so Dean resorted to knocking his brother flat on his ass and restraining him. They were dangerously close to the edge of the lake, but then Sam punched Dean in the nose, and Dean went from kneeling by his brother to landing on him. They suddenly stopped fighting as a voice came from above them.
“Well, well, well…if it isn’t the deleted scene from Broke-back Mountain.”
Dean and Sam both raised their heads to see woman standing with her arms across her chest. She had pale blue/grey eyes and brunette hair that was cut to the jaw-line. They untangled themselves and stood up, caked in mud, and their hair flattened to their head. They were a sight to see.
Dean cleared his throat, “I’m Dean and this,” pointing to Sam who smiled weakly, his face flushing, “is my brother Sam.”
As the girl watched them for a second, Dean silently evaluated her. She was hot.
“Right. So what the hell are you doing out here?”
“We’re police investigators-”
“Excuse me?” Dean was slightly stunned.
The woman rolled her eyes and started to play with her hair, “I said bullshit. You’re no investigators. Now, you gonna tell me what you’re really doing out here or are things going to get nasty?”
Dean visibly tensed and his voice became hard. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do,” he said, unconsciously standing in front of Sam, who stood back to get a better view, his interest piqued, yet feeling slightly unnerved at the same time.
She lashed out, her right leg kicking Dean in the gut. He quickly recovered, and blocked the oncoming punch. He swiftly gave a punch of his own. This continued for a while, and Sam could tell that this girl was a professional. But he didn’t sense any danger from her, and left them to it. After what Dean had done to him he was royally pissed off and as he as started to walk off, he noticed some hoof prints in the mud…..
10 MINUTES LATER
Dean was finally beaten, and the woman had to admit, this guy was rather good; the best contender she’d been up against in a long while. She ended up straddling him, and they both were out of breath.
Dean was dazed and said confusedly, “a girl who kicks ass? That’s so last season…” then comprehension dawned on his face. “Hey, you beat me!” he said, turning indignant, “you aren’t supposed to beat me!”
“Ain’t that a bitch. Now tell me why you’re here.”
“Okay. We’re here to investigate the deaths around the lake. Not with the police, but we think something odd is going on, and we’re just here to stop the same thing happening to other people.”
This seemed to enough for her and with a brief nod of the head she got off Dean and helped him to his feet. She thrust out her hand, “Tegan,” she announced.
Dean shook her hand, “so which martial art was that?”
“Taekwondo, first degree black-belt,” she stated proudly. She turned to leave but then turned back. “Just be careful okay?” She said, chewing her lip before disappearing back into the fog.
Meanwhile, Sam had been following the hoof tracks, but now they had suddenly stopped at the water’s edge. Sam shook his mud encrusted bangs out of his face and looked around, confused. He scratched his head and bent down, fingering the marks. He sighed and stood up, ready to go back and tell Dean what he’d found. But instead he was greeted by the most horrific yet beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
In front of him was a glossy black horse, whose coat shimmered in the non-existent light. Its face was right in his, its nose touching almost his. Their eyes connected, scared hazel ones looking into confident midnight blues. And somewhere a voice in Sam’s head told him to reach out and go for a ride on the horse. Another part of him was screaming for him to run away, to call out for Dean, to do anything, but his body was frozen, his voice lost. Its mane was blowing in the wind, and Sam’s mind was taken over, a sense of bliss coming cover him, and before he knew it, he was reaching out for the horse...