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Back To The Future
, A different kind of daughter/son story
Demon Hunter [Except For Ruby] ;)
Member No.: 15,833
Joined: 3-February 07
Hey, guys I'm back with a new story! i was looking for mine and Sam's story and still am and was gonna say about us probably not finishing it but I'll still be trying to write some supernatural stories! I got a few others in the works
The summaries are at the end of the chapter
Anyway, here's this story!Back To The Future
Summary: Dean and Sam are doing their usual thing, like always. But things are fixing to change. Two kids come into their life. One says she's the daughter of Dean and the other is the son of Sam. But there's a catch..... They're from the future and they can't go back, till they take care of a rogue hunter intent on killing Sam and Dean. Can the Winchester pull together and take care of everything or is everything gonna go to hell?
Warning: This isn't exactly gonna follow the show!!!!!
A/N: Hope you like! Things Take A Turn For The Weird
Dean Winchester was sitting boredly, as his younger brother, did research on his laptop, across the table from him. Dean licked his lip and rolled his eyes and flicked the paper from his straw at Sam, hitting the younger right in between the eyes.
Sam impaintly, looked at his brother. "What?" he asked, annoyed. Dean had been sighing, rolling his eyes and kept checking his watch every five minutes and frankly it was getting on Sam's nerves.
"You got anything?" Dean asked, lazily.
"No..... Haven't been able to find anything yet," Sam admitted, annoyed at that fact too.
Dean grumbled a few choice words. "Well, ain't that just peachy."
Sam ignored his brother. Something had caught his eye. Two young kids; well not that young, the older looking one looked to be between 14 and 17 and the younger looked to be between 13 and 15. They both looked familiar and they were both wearing looks that said, "Don't speak to us, don't look at us and we won't kill you".
"Yo, Sammy," Dean flicked a piece of napkin at his brother. "What's caught your eye? A cute girl or something?" He took a quick glance around.
"No.... Look," Sam nodded at the two young kids.
Dean looked for a moment and then looked at Sam. "So?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't they kinda remind you of us when we were that age? Remember, going to the near by diner or cafe and getting some lunch while dad hunted?"
".... Now that you mention it, they kinda do.... So?"
"If they are the kids of a hunter or hunters, then maybe there's something going on here or something."
"Maybe. But Sam, you think they're gonna talk to--" Dean started to ask, when he got cut off.
"Maybe... They're heading this way..." Sam said with a small nod at the two kids.
The older kid; well teen, stood in front of the boys table with her hand jammed into her leather jacket. "Hey, are you Dean and Sam Winchester?" she asked, her voice hinting at something. She impataintly blew her bangs out of her face, but they floated right back down into her eyes.
"Uh, who wants to know?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm Jack and this here is my cousin-" Jack got cut off from his cousin who elbowed him.
"Jack, you know your not suppose to say anything," she reminded the youngster.
"Oh, yeah... I forgot."
"You'd forget if your head wasn't attached..." the girl grumbled. She then sighed and shook her head. "It doesn't matter.... My names Brandy and we were just wondering cause we've heard a lot about you from our parents and just wanted to see."
"Oh...." Sam nor Dean were sure how to react.
Brandy glanced out of the diner's windows out to the setting sun. "Come on, Jackie we better get back. Nice meeting you two. Bye. Maybe we'll see you later."
Jack waved at Dean and Sam and followed his cousin outside, having to walk fast to keep up with her longer angry strides.
Dean and Sam looked at each other.
"That was weird," Dean commented.
"Come on," Dean said, standing up, pulling on his leather jacket.
"Were are we gonna go?" Sam asked, standing up himself.
"We're following them," Dean stated simply, heading out the diner door, leaving Sam to pay.
"Dammit," Sam mumbled, throwing a few bills on the table and paying quickly. He took after Dean. "Dean!"
They found the two teens who were walking on the sidewalk and they would stop every once in a while and look at something in a window. Dean and Sam both were being careful so the two kids wouldn't see them. If only they knew, that they knew they were being followed and that that was their plan.
The brothers followed the kids to a hotel and watched as they went to a room and closed the door behind them.
Dean quickly took notice of the street they were on, the hotel and hotel number so he and Sam could return later on.
"Come on. We can't go barging in, with them there," Dean started to turn around to head back to the diner where his car was still parked.
Sam started to follow when they heard a loud crash and gunshot from the same hotel room the two kids had went to.
Without saying a word, both brothers took off toward the hotel room. With one hard kick, Dean kicked the door in.
They were greeted with the site, of Brandy standing in front of Jack, trying to stand fully in front of him, to protect him, with a bleeding wound on her shoulder. They weren't alone. In the room also was a tall, muscled man, with dark hair and equaly dark eyes. He had a sawed off shotgun focused on the two teens.
The man looked at Sam and Dean when they busted in.
"Aw, how sweet," he mocked. "You came to save your kids."
Dean and Sam both stilled and looked at the man.
"Do what?!" Dean exclaimed.
A/N: How did you guys like it for a first chapter? I kinda liked it..... LOL
I wrote this in one sitting! I got the idea and was writing the thing up there about the story from me and Sam and I then started to type the chapter and look what happened! LOL Please review! I hope I get some kind words!
Here's those summaries!
Something To Live For: Summary: Ben wasn’t Dean’s kid, no way dude. But Brandy is. And has been for longer then eight years. Will Dean actually be able to handle being her father? Especially when her mom dies from natural causes? Dean isn’t sure, but he knows that maybe she’s giving him something to live for. But he has his doubts of course. Especially when you count Brandy’s best friend into the problem. And the fact that she has a crush on Sam. SamOC way down the line Co-written My friend lyssa might help me write this
Untitled as of now: Summary: Co-written Sam had a friend in college, who had been a hunter, though he didn’t know it.
He left with his brother, never thinking he’d see her again. A year passes. He meets Dean’s female hunter friend and there’s something there, even if Sammy boy won’t admit it. Soon enough he runs into his old friend again and learns the truth about her past. While Sam is starting to have feelings for Dean’s friend; Dean and Sam’s friend keep butting heads. Can these four manage to survive together as a team for as long as need be; let alone a week? DeanOC SamOC
what do you think??
Demon Hunter [Except For Ruby] ;)
Member No.: 15,833
Joined: 3-February 07
| Nothing Goes According To Plan
The man laughed and it was a pretty spooky and freaky sound.
“Well, they’re your kids. Guess you didn’t know. To bad, that after I kill you two, too they would never have been born,”
“Shut the hell up, Gabe!” Brandy shouted at him, her eyes glaring with untold fury.
Gabe just smirked at the teen. He shook his head, mockingly. “You should respect your elders, young Winchester.”
“Ah, kiss my big toe, you ass!” Brandy exclaimed, throwing a throwing knife at him, that she had yanked out of her jacket pocket.
With speed, no human had, Gabe moved out of the way and had grabbed Brandy by the throat, jerking her off the ground, holding her a good few inches off the ground. Slowly, but surely, he was choking her to death, with a tight one handed grip.
“Let my cousin go!” Jack screamed, punching Gabe in the gut.
Gabe just laughed and with his other hand, backhanded Jack with the shotgun, sending him flying into the wall behind him. Jack slammed into the wall with a hard thud. Brandy tried to cuss Gabe but it came out as a garbled mess. Sam who did some quick thinking, grabbed a lamp and threw it at Gabe, but who heard the sound of the lamp being thrown, turned around and shot it with the rocksalt, breaking it in mid-air.
Gabe threw Brandy to the ground, making her slam not only on the floor, but her upper back caught the wall at a angle, pretty hard.
“Till next time, Winchesters,” Gabe promised, before he just disappeared.
Brandy cursed as she pushed herself up. “You okay, Jackie?” she asked her younger cousin.
“Yeah, you?” Jack asked, standing up himself, and dusting off his pants.
“Okay, what the hell was that?!” Dean asked, the two teens.
“Gabriel or Gabe as he’s really called. He’s kinda a pain in our ass,” Brandy commented off handly, as she pulled out a black duffel bag, out from under one of the two beds. It had printed on it’s side in white, ‘WINCHESTER PROPERTY: TOUCH AND BE CURSED’.
“Okay, so tell me, what the hell did he mean–“ Sam got cut off by a knock on the still opened door. It was the hotel manager.
“Is everything okay, here?” he asked, a bit nervously.
Brandy nodded, “Yeah, one of our guns accidently went off, sir. Sorry to bother you.”
The manager nodded. “Well, o-okay then.” He then scurried off. Dean closed the door behind them, just in case. But it didn’t close fully, since Dean had kicked it in, he had broken the door somewhat.
“Alright, what’s going on here?” Dean asked looking at the teens. Jack was sitting on a bed, sitting against the headboard and Brandy was standing, going through the duffel bag.
Jack ignored what Dean asked and looked at Brandy. “We need to do something about your wound.”
“It’s just rocksalt,” she said, pulling out a small notebook from the duffel bag.
“Yeah, so it’s probably hurting like a bitch, right?”
“Hey!” Dean exclaimed, getting the two teens to look at him. “What.....the.....hell.....is.....going.....on....here?”
Brandy sighed and ran a hand through her dark locks. “Okay, it doesn’t matter if we tell you or not, I mean you’ll just forget..... Okay, so I’m Brandy and this is Jack and we’re your kids from the future.”
A moment of silence.
“Yeah, right. The truth now, will you?” Dean asked, with a roll of his eyes.
Brandy pulled her wallet out of her back pocket and showed Dean a picture in it. It was a picture of a older looking Dean, with Brandy. Both were making faces at the camera and making bunny ears behind the other.
She then showed another picture, of a older looking Sam with Jack. Both were grinning, but had rabbit ears behind the others head, thanks to Dean.
“How the hell....?”
“We’re from the future, so is Gabe. He came back to kill you guys.”
“Why?” Sam asked. He might not be ready to believe the two teens just yet, but from what he saw Gabe was intent on killing someone and it seemed all four of them had targets on their backs.
“Well, you guys stopped him in the future from taking over the world and he broke out of jail and stole a time traveling device. So, he came back to here to kill you two and take over the world,” Brandy explained.
“But he must have known, that wouldn’t be easy, right? Why didn’t he just go back to when we were like little kids?” Sam asked.
“Well, time travel is a new thing. A lot of the kinks haven’t been worked out. As of now, you can only go 20 years back in time at the most,” Jack explained, as Brandy shrugged off her leather jacket. She had sat down that notebook on the bed before she pulled her jacket off. She then pulled her black shirt off, leaving her in her black tank top that said, “look up. Bet I’m glaring at you”. She looked at her wound and hissed in pain. Rocksalt did hurt like a bitch.
Jack leaned over and pulled out the first aid kit of the duffel bag and opened it, pulling out gauze. He then headed into the bathroom and came out a moment later with a cup of warm water. “This is gonna sting, “ he warned Brandy.
“Just get it over with....”
“So, hold on..... if this guy wants to kill us, why didn’t me and Sam come back ourselves to take care of him? Instead of you two?” Dean asked.
“Well, you would, but after your last fight with Gabe, your still healing and also our mothers were dead set against you two coming back before you were healed enough,” Brandy said, in a painful groan, as Jack poured some of the warm water on her wound, washing the rocksalt out of it.
“But why would you two be allowed to come?” Sam asked. “I know I’d say no to that idea.”
“Well, heh we kinda tricked you two into allowing us to come back here. We pointed out the fact, that technically we would be with you two and you allowed us to come.”
“Brandy’s idea, by the way,” Jack stated.
Jack stuck his tongue out at Brandy as he started to tape up her shoulder. Brandy lightly winced from it but she then grabbed the notebook next to her and opened to and started to flip through it.
“Here,” she handed the notebook to Dean.
Dean took and glanced at it. It looked like a hunting journal. He looked at Brandy and cocked a eyebrow.
“You and Uncle Sam put that together for us since we were little, so we’d have it whenever we had to hunt alone. It’s opened to a part about Gabe...not much there though....”
Dean started to read and so did Sam, who was looking over his shoulder.A/N:
Since you’ve guys, have been waiting so nicely, I decided to finish this up and posted it xD LOL It was almost done I just added like..... four lines? LOL Review please
Demon Hunter [Except For Ruby] ;)
Member No.: 15,833
Joined: 3-February 07
Yeah, I own nothing! Except my own characters and my imagination! <3A/N:
sorry about the wait! I kinda was like ‘oh-hum’ about what to write for Gabe in the notebook and I also got on writing my other stories on FF.net! Sorry! But I reread my chapters for this and buckled down and ta-da! Here ya go! Hope ya enjoy! What Kind Of Idiot Makes A Deal With A Demon? Let Me Rephrase That.....‘Gabriel Vanquez or Gabe as he is known, was born human that much we know. He grew up relativity normal for the most part, but for a guy with a normal life he was a pretty screwed up guy. His friends and family that we managed to track down said he would always make comments about taking over the world or killing people or torture. Whether in joking terms or seriousness, he was making those kinds of comments. He joined a cult in college of Satan loving idiots. While most were plain stupid, Gabe was different and wound up actually making a deal with a demon. The deal was that Gabe would be given power and a long life if he would use said power to take over the world and kill any who stood in his way. Especially Hunters. Gabe agreed and soon he had control over his new found power and the reign of Gabe started.
He killed many as he started to try and take over the world. Innocents and Hunters alike. We got word of what he was starting from Bobby and started to hunt him down.’
Sam and Dean looked up from the writing (which was in Sam’s neat untidy writing, so another clue that yes, Brandy and Jack were from the future as Sam had never wrote this) and looked at the two teenagers.
“Why does it end there?” Sam questioned.
“Forget that. I wanna know something else. What kind of idiot makes a deal with a demon?” Dean asked.
Sam, Brandy and Jack looked at him. Sam gave him a ‘dude’ look, Jack was like ‘uhhhh you’ and Brandy just cocked a eyebrow and was like ‘you really want me to answer’.
Dean gave a low whistle. “Yeah, let me rephrase that,”
Brandy snorted with a role of her eyes. She looked at Sam. “It ended there cause that’s all you got a chance to write before you went to fight Gabe. You might have had a chance to write what had happened if you two hadn’t totally gotten your ass’ kicked,”
“Hey,” Dean said.
Brandy just shrugged. “It’s true,”
“Yeah, but we do know what happened,” Jack said.
“What?” Sam asked, leaning back against a dresser drawer.
Dean sighed and sat down in a chair and sat his feet up on the table and leaned back with his hands back behind his head. “Ah, I just love stories about how I got my ass kicked,” he said, sarcastically.
Brandy chuckled, leaning back against the headboard on one of the beds. “Well, you see me and Jack weren’t actually there when you fought Gabe. We were at home with our moms and siblings an–“
“Wait, there’s more of your runts?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, Dad and we sing the Oompa Loompa song while we make chocolate!” Brandy smirked.
Dean’s eyes narrowed like ‘you little’ and Sam chuckled. Dean’s head whipped around at Sam. “Why are you laughing?”
“Sorry, Dean but...She got you,”
Dean grumbled under his breath about ‘stupid little brothers that don’t know when to keep their mouth shut’.
“Go on,” Sam said, grinning.
“Well, as I was saying we were at home while you were fighting Gabe so we weren’t there but you did tell us that he is strong -really strong- and basically a demon but we can’t kill him like one and it sucks cause he’s sorta immortal. Yeah, so we sorta need to figure a way to kill him... Sounds fun, huh?”
Dean and Sam shared a look and then looked at the two teens. Then looked back at each other.
“Well, Dean you were looking for a hunt,”
“Yeah, yeah. Knew that would come back and bite me in the ass,” Dean grumbled.
Jack laughed. “Hey, think of it like this; the only thing you gotta do is stay alive. If you don’t...we’re screwed.” His hand motioned to himself and to Brandy. Brandy lightly kicked him as he was sitting at the foot of the bed she was sitting on.
“Well, I was gonna try that anyway, but why would you two be screwed?” Dean wondered.
“Cause if you two die now, me and Jack and our siblings will never be born.” Brandy told him.
Dean and Sam shared another look, both thinking the same thing clearly. ‘crap.’
This wasn’t gonna be a simple hunt. This was gonna be a hunt to make sure their children would be born in the future. Elsewhere
“How long does that damn thing take to charge?!” Gabe gruff voice asked, from the darkness of a musty abandoned house.
“We-well, sir, we don’t have th-this type of equipment here in this ti-time and instead of taking the time it wo-would in your time as four days, he-here it’s gonna take at least tw-twice as long,” stuttered the poor fellow Gabe had grabbed out of a college classroom to help with his time traveling equipment.
At first the fellow had just thought Gabe was a crazy guy but when Gabe had lifted and crashed a lamp against the wall, without touching it, the fellow named Hank changed his tune and was now a stuttering mess.
“And how long is that?” Gabe asked. Gabe knew how to work it in his time but in this time he needed a little help and that’s why he had grabbed Hank who was pretty smart.
“I du–dunno! Uh, eight days to maybe two weeks?” Hank tried to figure it how.
Gabe growled, pacing. Dammit. He hadn’t counted on it taking that damn long! And those two damn brats had found their fathers already! crap.
Hank tried to shift away from Gabe. He had to get out of here. This guy was crazy! He was out of control! He was gonna snap! And Hank didn’t want to be around when that happened.
Sadly, he wasn’t gonna be.
Gabe heard him trying to run and Gabe knew he’d blab about him and the Winchester’s would probably find out and he didn’t need that. Gabe grabbed him mentally.
Hank couldn’t move at all. He couldn’t breathe. No, no, no, no.
“Where do you think your going?” Gabe asked coolly.
“That’s right. Your not going anywhere,” Gabe turned to face Hank. “I can’t have you leaving and blabbing about this, now can I?”
“I promise not to say a word!” Hank exclaimed.
Gabe tsk’ed. “Sorry, I just can’t trust you, a lowly human,”
Hank opened his mouth to try and persuade him but all that came out was a sharp cry and a gurgle as his throat had been sliced.
Hank’s throat was sliced by a piece of the broken lamp that Gabe had broken earlier. As Hank’s blood gurgled and flowed out of the cut, Gabe threw him carelessly against the wall, where he slid down and laid there dead.
Good help was so hard to find.
Gabe started to stalk out of the room, grabbing his black leather trench coat as he did. He slid it on as he mentally opened the door. He stalked out, the door shutting behind him. Gabe looked around, a dark twisted smirk on his face. Might as well have some fun till he could strike, hmm?
And with that thought, he walked down the steps and disappeared into the fog and darkness swirling around him and the abandoned house.
A/N: ooooh O.O Hope you likey! I like it!
XD >:3 Review please? I’ll love you forever and forever and I’ll send you.... Uh *throws out Dean and Sam plushies* Oh and–! *thows out Ruby, Bobby and John plushies too* Yeah, gotta have them too. *nods*
XD Well, yeah, so hoped you enjoy and now...review!
Demon Hunter [Except For Ruby] ;)
Member No.: 15,833
Joined: 3-February 07
I own nothing! All I own is the plot, my own characters and my ultra cool imagination
You know it’s cool. A/N:
Thanks for everyone who’s reading and reviewing this story! It makes me happy.
And when I’m happy (and in the mood to write) guess what happens? Yep, yep! I write and ta-da! I haz story! Woot! Enjoy peeps!
Oh and the song is ‘Lost Highway’ by Bon Jovi and do you think I own that? Bull! Me no own! Anyway, enjoy! Here A Kill There A Kill Everywhere A Kill With The Brats
(AKA Brandy and Jack)
Brandy woke up to the music of Bon Jovi and Jack’s snore’s (which were loud). She groaned and narrowed her eyes over at her cousin. Oh patron saint of lonely souls
To tell this boy which way to go
Guide the car, you got the keys
Farewell to mediocrity
Kicking off the cruise-control
And turning up the radio
Got just enough religion
And a half tank of gas come on, let's go
I finally found my way
Say goodbye to yesterday
Hit the gas there ain't no brakes on the lost highway
Yeah I'm busting loose, I'm letting go
Out on this open road
It's independence day on this lost highway
“And that was ‘Lost Highway’ by Bon Jovi ladies and gents!” The DJ crooned.
Brandy sighed and buried her face in her pillow as the DJ went on about traffic and then weather. She raised her hand flipped the button to turn off the alarm clock radio. It was sadly 6 in the morning. She sat up, pushing her hair back from her face. She looked over at the other bed, where Jack was still asleep.
Brandy made a face at him. Damn him for being able to still be sleeping! Brandy looked at her pillow then her cousin... hmmm.... Hehe. She grabbed her pillow and slid off the bed. She stalked slowly and softly toward Jack.
“RAWR!” Brandy yelled, jumping on Jack’s poor 14 body. As Jack popped up with a yell and tried to figure out half asleep, what the hell was going on, Brandy bopped him on the head with her pillow.
“About time you woke up, Jackie!” Brandy laughed, rolling off her cousin.
Jack sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened. He then blew his sandy brown hair out of his eyes. “Oh, your gonna get it,” he promised, as he grabbed his pillows and turned to attack his cousin.
Brandy ‘eeped’ and held up her pillow to block Jack’s attack. Jack laughed and kept trying to hit her, as Brandy kept trying to block.
Then there was a knock on the door. “Hey, what’s going on in there?”
It was Sam.
“I’m trying to beat Brandy with my pillow!” Jack yelled.
“And for no reason!” Brandy added, as she jumped away from Jack who was trying to pull the 16 year old in a headlock so he could beat her. Brandy stuck her tongue out at him and ran to the door and forced it open. Since her dad, had broken it they had to force it close or force it open. And they were gonna have to pay to fix it. Good going dad.
Sam looked at them, shaking his head as he silently laughed.
“No reason? LIE!” Jack exclaimed as he went to whack Brandy again.
Brandy ducked and the pillow swung harmlessly over her head. And it kept going and going, as it had slipped out of Jack’s grasp and flew across the room and hit the wall.
“Oops,” Jack said. “I didn’t do it!”
“Yeah, the Jewish Easter Bunny did it,” Brandy said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah! He did it! That damn son of a gun!” Jack shook his head. “What is this world coming to?”
Sam looked at his...well son from the future. He was wondering what their
world was like for them to be like that.
“Don’t worry, he’s always like that. I sometimes wonder if he didn’t get dropped on the head as a baby,” Brandy smirked, sitting down at the small table in the room.
“Hey!” Jack crossed his arms over his chest. “If anyone got dropped on the head it was you,”
“You just say that, cause you wish you was cool like me,” Brandy grinned goofily.
“Oh, yeah cause being like you is my dream,” Jack said, rolling his eyes as he sat down as well.
Sam shook his head, as he took a seat on one of the beds, sitting at the foot. He just watched them both, listening to their antics. He made him... happy that his son and Dean’s daughter could be this happy and could fool around like this. Him and Dean couldn’t when they were little or anything. They were like little soldiers.
He wondered into his own world as he thought of Brandy and Jack’s mothers and siblings. Who were their mothers? Who would want to marry him and Dean when they lived the life they did. Or hell where they even married? Sam wondered did he have just sons or did he have a daughter (or daughters too)? Did Dean have just daughters or did he have a son (or sons too)?
Suddenly, the hotel room door bursting open, jolted Sam out of his thoughts. He looked up at the door, surprised. There stood Dean.
“Turn on the tv,”
“What?” Sam asked. Brandy and Jack both who had grabbed something just in case it was Gabe were relieved it wasn’t but were wondering if Dean had lost it....
“Just turn on the damn tv Sammy,”
“It’s Sam and I don’t know where the remote is!”
“Here,” Jack said, getting up and grabbing it from the bedside table. He flicked the tv on. It came on to the CW. (A/N: hehe) “What are we suppose to see?”
“Turn it to the news,” Dean ordered.
“Still bossy,” Jack muttered, as he flipped through the channels to look for the news. He came to channel 11 where they were doing breaking news during regular news.‘– And so far there have been four murders in the past 10 hours, each brutal in their own way. The police haven’t released anything so far about how the victims are connected or how the murderer chooses his victim’s. All we know is that this is the work of a sick soul and the police are doing everything they can to find whoever is doing these killings. The police ask you to please be careful when you go out and to lock your doors at night and be wary of–‘
Jack muted the tv then.
“If only they knew, that locking their doors wouldn’t do nothing. All it would do would amuse Gabe,” Brandy stated.
“So this is the work of Gabe then?” Dean asked
Brandy nodded, “He’s killed brutal before sort of like this but...” she looked at Jack. “I get the feeling he’s trying to distract us,”
Jack nodded. “He’s done it before,”
“Done what before?” Dean asked.
“Distracted you two with killing innocents and while you two go off and try to save people, he goes after what he really wants,” Brandy answered.
“So, we got to figure out what he really wants, while still trying to protect people?” Sam questioned.
“Correcto mundo,” Brandy nodded, as did Jack.
“Aren’t you glad you got us along for the ride?” Jack grinned.
“Oh, yeah. Beside’s protecting innocents we gotta make sure our unborn children are protected too and protect you two as well while you’re here. Whoopee,” Dean muttered sarcastically.
“Ah, you know you love us, Dad,” Brandy grinned at him.
“Yeah, don’t call me that. That’s just weird...”
“Fine, fine. What should I call you then? Pops? Papa? Daddy-o? Father?” Brandy asked. “Hmm?”
Dean gave her a look. “Dean will do just fine, thank you very much,”
“Ahhhh, your no fun,”
Dean looked over at Sam. “I feel sorry for my future self,”
Sam laughed. “Well, at least think of it this way...”
Dean looked at him, waiting for whatever he had to say.
“In the future your probably used to it,”
“Your no help Sammy,”
“Give up Uncle Sam, he still calls you that in the future,” Brandy said.
Jack nodded. “Yeah, Dad, he does,”
Dean laughed as Sam groaned.
“Then again, this may not be so bad,” Dean grinned.
Sam shot him a look.Elsewhere
Linda Jones, a young woman of 23, walking home after a night of fun with her girls. Yeah, she had been out late, after all it was after six in the morning. But when your having fun, time flies! And besides, she needed to have fun after her finding out her damn boyfriend had been screwing a friend of hers. Oh well. Now both were out of her life.
She was humming to herself as she walked home, her pumps clacking on the sidewalk, echoing in the early morning. She didn’t know about the killings going on. If she did, she might have taken that ride with her friend, instead of deciding to walk to enjoy the early morning air.
Linda felt like she heard something behind her. She turned and saw nothing. She laughed to herself. Oh she was paranoid. She ran a hand through her blond locks and turned back around only to meet dark eyes.
She opened her mouth to scream, but her scream was cut short a hand was suddenly around her throat and her air supply was cut off.
Within a few minutes, Linda Jones became the fifth victim of Gabe’. A/N:
Dun dun dun! >:3 Getting a bit spooky, ain’t it? Yep, yep it is!
Hope you liked it! Review please!
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