Chapter 1
Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this Supernatural story.
This is a fanfiction story from the show, "Supernatural."
*Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural.
The clouds crashed into one another, an indication a storm was to debut any second. She gripped her pruner tightly. No, she wasn’t the next so-called, ‘Death.’ That was her older brother, Daminon’s obligation. In truth, she never wanted it.
Long ago, at birth they received their own separate gifts, plus a Scythe to each one. This didn’t agitate her, nor did Damion’s new job position. It was something she had recently discovered the death of their father. She was enraged hearing this horrible news. It was true that she hadn’t been home much. In all, she did have a life as well.
Damion scratched his head, astute the thoughts that were going through his sister’s stubborn noggin. At that point, he stared straight at her and related.
“Just let it go! It’s not worth the aggravation.”
She was befuddled on why he wouldn’t seek the one that did this? Why didn’t he want justice? Whoever did this, they would pay- with their life!
Little did she discern, her brother knew exactly who was responsible.
Miles across town, Delilah exited exertionally of a newer edition ebony Cadillac car and closed the door. The scent from the pizza baking made her think of her late father and his one desire for it. Thus, she leaned against a brick wall as the scenery before her zipped by. So many people carry on with their business. Not grasping the real and true dangers in this world.
Delilah sensed the assassin nearby. She could only see from behind them and heed his deep rough tone. The rumble from it, aroused her. This made her astonished and flustered at the unaware contemplation.
She gazed as he discussed with a much taller man on how something had been a while. Delilah didn’t comprehend what this man had meant, nor did she care.
By and by, she would wait...Until the right time occurred. Delilah pushed herself off from the wall and vanished.
Meanwhile...
“Sammy, do you feel that?” Dean questioned, distressed. He strolled over and peeked through the blinds. Not paying attention to the previous conversation that Sam had imparted.
“Feel what, Dean?” Sam answered, as he peeped up from the laptop and worried at his brother’s briskly jumpy actions.
“I don’t know?! Like we’re being watched?!”
“That’s always a possibility...Giving who we are!” Sam averted.
Dean jounced and alleged.
“This is different. It was someone...something else.”
“Dean, how can you-
“I’m telling you, Sammy! Something isn’t right! I have this eerie feeling!”
“Okay, Dean. Now, can we get back to the case?! Then, we will decipher what’s got you so scared. Afterwards, can we please go home?” Sam replied, exhausted.
Dean glanced at his brother, exasperated and exclaimed.
“I’m not scared! Just concerned is all!” Dean corrected his brother.
Followed by him taking a seat and getting into the investigation at hand.
The Winchesters in the process of a simple case that involved lamias. The research reported that the missing individuals were consequently part of a nest. However, something weird had presented itself. The bloodsuckers would return the dead bodies drained. The ones working in this situation were puzzled at this fact. In the dead corpses was a silver circle implanted that had a pin size hole; small enough for a needle to slide in.
After the Winchesters finished, they washed up to eat their hamburgers and fries and finally Dean enjoyed the taste of pie. The Winchester’s relaxed and rested up. When morning approached, they would strike down the camp of vamps.
Dawn smeared the sky. The dim luster shined through the reedy curtains, which awoke Sam. Nonetheless, Dean snoozed on as Sam realized this. He nudged him and yelled Dean’s name, until he woke up.
“Huh? What?” Dean verbalized.
“Come on! Let’s get this done!” Sam announced, groggy.
“Alright. I’m coming!” Dean returned.
Before long, the men arrived at the vampire’s dwelling. They entered inside, machetes in hand and dead man’s blood at their side.
Soon after, they descended from the house and gleamed in victory. The boys walked prior to the Black 1967 Chevy Impala. At that moment, all was good.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice spoke...
Delilah pursued them and perceived the task they were on would result in success. After all, the boys were hunters, except she couldn’t tell which ones!? She reached the corner and instantaneously ceased.
Delilah had wandered in view and said.
“Oh, shit! It’s the damn Winchesters! I should have known!”
“Yes, that would be correct. Who’s asking?” One of the Winchesters asked.
“Me!” Delilah asserted, as she held her reaping hook adjacent to her waist.
The Winchester’s eyes widened in fear at the sight before them.
“And you are?” Sam inquired.
“Delilah.” The Woman put forth.
“Delilah?!” The Winchesters pronounced, perplexed.
“Death’s daughter,” Delilah added.
“WHAT?” The Winchesters applied, in unison with confusion.
“Death’s daughter?”
“Yes.”
“Nothing was mentioned about Death having a daughter?!” Sam commented, befuddled.
“He has a son, too. In honesty, it wasn’t anyone’s business.” Delilah retaliated.
The Winchesters nodded.
“Why are you here?” Dean queried.
“YOU!” Delilah responded, as she cast perception at Dean’s way.
“Me?” Both Winchesters beseech.
Delilah shook her cranium and rectified.
“Dean Winchester is the reason why I am here!”
Even though the boys already attained the answer, Dean still quizzed.
“Why do you want me for?”
“You killed him! My father. And you must pay!” Delilah remarked, as her sickle reflected light.
“Look, I was more like friends with your father,” Dean defended.
“Don’t believe you was! You don’t kill your friends!”
“We don’t! Sometimes bad things tend to happen that we can’t help.” Sam indicated.
“Could have tried harder!” Delilah thundered.
“You know, you have some guts coming here!” Dean acceded.
“And why do you say that?”
“Giving what I did to your dad. Didn’t it occur to you that I will do that to you?”
“Dean!” Sam warned.
“We’ll see about that!” Delilah declared.
