Part 1

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It was January 19th and a new and fresh blanket of snow had just fallen, it was late at night and the streets were lit up with streetlights that left a purple hue on the glistening snow.

I walked down the sidewalk, my shoes crunching in the snow with every step I took, leaving imprints of my feet. A car engine sputtered behind me and rolls forward slowly, its' tires packing down the snow on the street. I pull my hood up and over my head and shove my cold hands into the pocket of my coat. The car approaches more and more slightly passing me, I identify the make of the car, A '67 impala.

my mind suddenly full of ideas, 'Sam and Dean are following me! Ooh! what if cas is with them!' Ideas exploding in my head.

We come to a split in the road, one leading down a dark alleyway lit by the streetlights, and another leading into town. I turn into the alleyway, the road lit with a faint purple hue. The engine from the car sputters as it turns into the alleyway, my heart skips a beat and I walk faster. I reach the middle of the road and stop, looking back to see the doors opening and two men emerge from them.

My heart jumps as I identify both of them immediately.

One of the men, tall with brown hair and a thick flannel shirt on, Sam.

The other, shorter, brown hair with piercing green eyes, also wearing flannel and a distressed looking brown jacket, Dean. They both have their hand in their pockets, probably a finger on a trigger.

"Don't pull anything funny," Dean says staring at me his beautiful face not twiching or moving a muscle. I stand in the middle of the alleyway, my hands trembling.

"u-uh why are you here?" i ask, stuttering from the shock

"Just come with us, you'll be fine." Sam says calmly and takes a step forward, closing the impala's door behind him. Dean does the same.

I stumble backwards "wh-why are you here? why are you following me?" my voice now shaky. 'Sam and Dean don't just show up out of nowhere unless they've got a lead' i think to myself, racking my brain for possible answers on why they were here.

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