Chapter 1
Hello everyone! This is a fanfiction story from the show, “Supernatural.”
*Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural.
‘What a day!’ Mitzi deliberated in relief as another jagged day was over with.
The many orders that were established made her exhausted by the end of the week.
“Oh that feels good!” Mitzi whispered, as the alcoholic drink splashed and burned going down her throat.
Mitzi didn’t have a designated driver, due to this only vinous cooler would do. She peered at her watch and it displayed twelve minutes to eleven o’clock.
‘Man, it’s that late. I guess something did come up,’ she mentated.
Mitzi waited on this friend, except her associate never showed up. No, it wasn’t a definite plan of them meeting; just a discussion they had. Without even suspecting of who could be around she exhaled a heavy sigh.
“Rough day?!” A nearby voice pressed.
In return, Mitzi pivoted towards the speaker.
There situated on a cocktail lounge was a dark headed man with auburn virescent eyes, perfect cheekbones, and a wonderful smile. He wore blue jeans, a red flannel shirt, a green jacket, and boots. She also noticed that the incomer had a distilled libation in his hand as well.
Mitzi grinned and riposted with, “Yeah, you could say that.”
‘Why was I just talking to this stranger?’ She agonized, and shook her noggin.
“Look, Miss I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” The intruder confessed and he included. “I’m Dean by the way.”
“Okay?” Mitzi responded, ambiguously.
Immediately, it dawned on her that he was anticipating her name. She nervously rejoined, “I’m Mitzi.”
“Nice to meet you!” Dean proclaimed, and beamed.
“Ditto,” Mitzi cited, as she positioned her tab on the countertop and got up to flee.
“Was I something less you were hoping for?” Dean asked, bedazzled at her maneuver.
“Oh-no! I just remember a matter I forgot to do,” Mitzi disclosed, adequately,
“Well you know where I’ll be at.” Dean put forth, and took another sip from his shot glass.
Directly, Mitzi departed rapidly in a calm manner.
Dean’s android went off, and after the third ring he answered it.
“Yeah. Getting ready to.”
Dean hung up the mobile and placed his amount owed onto the sideboard. Then, he dashed to his 1967 Black Impala or ‘Baby.’
Later on, he advanced to the apartment complex, waiting patiently. He peeked exteriorly and was amazed at how it is still currently a lucid sky.
“Sammy I sure hope you’re wrong about this,” Dean vocalized, doubtful as viewed the inundated orb of night that evanescence in the airspace.
Suddenly, the ozone began to obscure the vermillion clouds and rain drops poured to the earth’s topsoil. If their hunch was correct, an occurrence was approximately to happen. This mother nature creation was getting on the Winchester’s nerves, and it is obvious some person has dominance over it. Whoever it was had to cease it before an innocent soul got hurt or worse, killed. Dean clambered exteriorly of the sedan and checked his gun and disposed of it behind him, underneath his belt. Next, he quietly ‘broke in’ into the compartment that was completely dingy and persisted to walk through. Dean saw a dim gleam followed by a tearful clamor, as he approached.
’What the hell?’ Dean ruminated.
Lastly, he entered the bedroom and saw a girl face down on her stomach, sobbing. He was roughly to leave, in contrast his profile mentioned halted him in his tracks.
‘She deems I’m a good guy. So that’s the reason she left abruptly, she didn’t want anything serious. This woman has really been through it’, he observed mentally and decided it was time to go.
In a careful and tranquil form, he exited the interior area and finally he approached the vehicle he phoned his brother.
“Sammy, she doesn’t sense she’s the one doing it. No. It’s a deep pain. Yeah, I know. I’m heading back now. Right.” Dean terminated the conservation and bestowed the car in gear to drive posterior to the hotel.
Mitzi sat straight up and pondered, ‘Was somebody just here? Wait, I thought it was a full moon? It was when I arrived. That’s weird.’
Mitzi eyed outside and noted that it had quit raining. She wiped away the fallen liquid from her cheeks and got ready for bed.
“Tomorrow is another day!”
Mitzi affirmed vigorously and with that pulled the covers up to her mid waist of her body. Imminently, slowly she fell asleep.
Mitzi had a vast active day at work. As a result of this, she settled at the same pub and searched for her mysterious interloper, Dean. He was most certainly a hunk and not bad on the peepers either. If the opportunity presented itself to be with him tonight- she’ll push aside the fear that stopped her in the first place. In a glance, Mitzi saw Dean implanted in the identical tall footrest as last night.
“Is this bench taken?” Mitzi inquired.
“Nope,” Dean commented, casually.
Subsequently, she requisitioned her brewed beverage and he refilled his. By and by, they commenced to discuss what each other did for a living. She divulged to him about being a waitress and that it wasn’t much. He nodded that he understood her statement. Dean had told her he was part of the FBI, and when she wanted proof, he instantly unveiled his badge to prove it. He also averted some eccentric cases he worked on.
‘WOW!’ They both cogitated, astounded with another’s life story.
Mitzi was memorized by Dean’s hazel orbs and he was by hers, too. They both didn’t recognize why the unanticipatedly attraction to one another. In a split second she gave him a light kiss on his delicious lips. Swiftly, a flash came to her and it made her jump.
“What was that?” Mitzi requested.
“You alright?” Dean queried.
“Yeah, I think so,” Mitzi replied, terrified.
‘A entity is coming to her and it’s clear she has no idea what that might be,’ Dean contemplated.
“Hey can we go and talk somewhere else-privately?” Dean quizzed.
“Sure,” Mitzi uttered, enthused.
They both hopped from the elevated footstool and vamoose inconspicuous of the tavern. From there on, they proceed to climb into the Impala.
“Nice ride!” Mitzi asserted, impressed.
“Thanks.” Dean conveyed and smirked, he twisted the key to start the engine. In doing so, ‘Baby’ roared to life.
Mitzi embarked on the directions to where she lived. However, secretly Dean already knew where to go.
‘I can’t get over this woman! This woman is just similar to me, likes almost all the things that I do,’ Dean speculated.
At that point, Mitzi jammed to the song that Dean had listened to millions of times.
’’It’s too bad that…The wannabe relationship wouldn’t flourish fully. Her beauty was breathtaking, though.’ Dean speculated to himself, as he admired Mitzi.
Ensuingly, Mitzi unlocked the entry and veered in and turned the lamps on and announced.
“Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks, but it’s you that needs to take the seat,” Dean spoke in a solemn pitch.
“What? I beg your pardon?” Mitzi beseeched, addled.
“SAM!” Dean yelled resoundingly, while she had a confused expression. Sam came in and stood besides Dean.
“What’s going on?” Mitzi challenged, petrified.
“There’s a phenomenon you are urgent to perceive about yourself,” Sam exhibited, concerned.
“About myself?” Mitzi questioned and disputable.
“Dean, you tell her!” Sam instructed as he stared from side to side between the two. The taller and younger brother obtained that she would take the news preferential if Dean explained it to her.
“See we have been tracking these weird, outrageous storms and well Mitzi they all came from you” Dean revealed, and inserted. “There’s no easy way of putting this so here it goes. You’re a gladiator.”
“A W-WHAT?” Mitzi stuttered.
“A combatant. Only a few people have this competency. You have control of the element of water. Which is pretty cool!” Dean imparted, excitedly.
“You’re also the one that’s been the cause of all the destruction in this town too,” Sam indicated.
“Wait, there’s NO way I -myself have that kind of ability!” Mitzi remarked, only to assure herself.
Despite that, Mitzi froze in mid air. She postulated boundless that summat had been up with her here lately.
“Are you guys sure, I mean?” Mitzi exhorted.
“Pretty sure. You’ve transformed once.” Sam related and added. “At that moment, when you’re still new to it you may not reminisce about it afterwards.”
“Okay?!” Mitzi verbalized, still in disbelief at the information given to her.
“It won’t be long until you will recollect everything. Yet prior to that you must dominate it!” Sam expressed in a steady tone and continued. “We help you with this!”
“Help me? This is some joke, very funny guys!” Mitzi spouted, as she comprehended that this wasn’t a hallucination and the men were austere about this. Unexpectedly, she flopped groundward on the couch and implored.
“So, what are the plans?”
“We’ll stand by,” Dean pronounced, abjectly.
“Wait it out?!”
“Yeah, your power hasn’t entirely come to you, yet. I acknowledge this sounds crazy!?” Dean put forward.
“Yeah, crazy doesn’t even cut it!” Mitzi exclaimed, as she clung onto the small burgundy pillow.
An hour had passed, Sam and Dean had unveiled to Mitzi what they really do for a living; hunting the supernatural, such as ghosts, vampires, were-wolfs, and so on.
“Yeah right!” Mitzi attested and saw the intense demeanor on their visage. Which caused her to change her mind briskly.
“What do we do?” Mitzi probed and commenced letting the whole revelation sink in.
“Did you see anything bizarre here recently? Did you believe at any time that you were dreaming?” Sam inquisitioned.
“No. Not that I’m aware of. I don’t recall any,” Mitzi reported.
She got up from her chair, because the man was inches from the door to vacate. Dean and Sam glimpsed at one another and inclined a tilt of their head.
“Let’s try this…Carry on with your routine. And if you reflect or feel anything else, call us!” Dean alleged, handing her their ‘business card’ with their cellular numbers on it.
“Wait! If there is something wrong with me? I’d feel a lot better if someone was here. Please?! Just in case I lack the grip of it.” Mitzi declared in distress.
“Okay. I’ll take the first shift!” Dean implied, as he beat his brother to the punch.
Sam rolled his eyeballs and said, “Fine.”
In addition, he en route externally to the threshold.
