Superwholock - Revelation Ch. 1 Fanfiction

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Revelation

Chapter 1. Uneasy Introductions


“Are you sure we’re heading the right way?” the taller Winchester asked. Doubt and small irritation infused his voice as the two men tramped down the grey, scarcely populated street.

“Cas said there was some disturbance in the air or something. I don’t know, he used a lot of words like temporal wave or whatever the hell. Some angel crap, I’m sure.” Dean shoved his hands in his pockets with reservation in his eyes. Sam knew Dean trusted Cas- hell, Sam did too, more than he’d like to admit- but recently it was iffy about what Cas was doing. After what the Winchesters had experienced in their lives, trust violated took a lot of time to overcome.

“Temporal? That’s not really angel so much as science fiction. Reminds me of a old-”

“Cut the nerd crap, Sammy,” Dean grumbled as they rounded a closed store on the corner of a block. “I just don’t want trouble. Not with you being, ya know-”

“Yeah, Dean, I know.” Sam rolled his eyes. Blah, blah, the Trials, blah. Dean worried way too much. Honestly. Not that Sam himself wasn’t worried, but Sam wished that for once Dean wasn’t worried about losing him. Again.

He decided to change subjects. If he said something it was just lead to another fight. Again. “What was the address again?”

“75 Rose Avenue.” Dean glanced up at a green sign as they walked over a crosswalk. Only a few passerby could be seen in town, and they didn’t even have to press a walk button. But the Winchesters were used to barren towns. As long as it wasn’t Croatoa all over again, they were fine with whatever hoke town they came across as long as there was a monster to catch.

“What do we plan on doing when we get there? Did Cas say anything else besides ‘temporal wave whatever the hell’?”

“Nope,” Dean replied with a sigh. “We just do our thing. If there’s an angel or demon involved...I guess we’ll just take it as we go.”

“Like always,” Sam muttered. After a pregnant pause, he finally asked, “Dean...what the hell are we doing? We should be looking for Kevin! For the tablet! The sooner we close the gates the sooner this demon bullshit will be over.”

“Look, I know I said that you could get back in the game-” Sam was about to interrupt that he didn’t need Dean’s permission, but the older Winchester powered on- “but you’re still not ready. Okay? Taking a easy workout case will be better for you.”

“What will be better for me is shutting the gates-”

“Hold it, Sam,” Dean said, shooting out an arm.

“But Dean-”

“We are on the street.” Sam felt his sentence die on his lips as his instincts kicked in. Stiffening, the brothers looked around the barren street. The only thing on the road was a parked, silent green El Camino and the flickering of a few neon signs. The stores that were open were crappy and ramshackle and had no customers.

It was dead quiet.

“This is weird,” Dean said. “I knew this podunk town wasn’t big but...it seems now I’m just noticing that it’s practically empty.”

“It’s not just weird. It feels wrong, somehow.” Sam felt a chill run down his back. That hunter sense combined with a creeping feeling made him look down an alley to his left. Down it there was nothing except a few dirty trashcans long forgotten. It was a brick dead end. But the feeling grew stronger as he gazed down the alley, and Sam’s hand drew reflexively to the demon-hunting knife at his waist.

“Dean,” he felt himself whisper. Dean, who’d been eyeing the quiet road suspiciously, whirled and felt himself fall into step next to a steadily moving Sam, who’d been drawn down into the alley.

“Definitely weird,” Dean muttered, feeling the same prickling sensation as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

It felt like an hour, sneaking into that alley. Like it just got longer. They both tensed, weapons drawn, like something would leap at them at any moment.

They heard it before they saw it.

The rhythmic moan, like deep raspy breath echoing up the brick walls on either side of the brothers.

Vworp...vworp.

“Is that a-” Dean felt himself ask, but he couldn’t get the sentence out.

“What the hell?” Sam breathed.