The End

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dean and Sam, I’m taking them out for a walk; I promise to return them to Kripke and clean up their mess.

Author Note: My own character is MY CHARACTER. Please to not covet her. Thank You!

Song Lyrics from: Always True to You; Kiss Me, Kate (Musical); TNT; ACDC

Legend: Altered version of “The Death Coach”

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CANDY COLOURED LIGHTS

Chapter One: Disappearing Acts

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Air escaped me, my lungs felt like lead.

Walls enclosed around my shrinking frame.

Light was beginning to fade.

Darkness shrouded me.

The shrieking abyss consumed me.

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Turn.

Turn.

Kick.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

Kick.

Turn.

One. Two. Three.

Kick.

Turn.

Gracefully I pumped all my energy into my lower body, smoothly weaving my legs across one another, my feet tapping away. Material billowed from the skirt underneath me, as I pirouetted on the spot, signifying the upbeat for my next verse.

“If a custom-tailored vet, asks me out for something wet, when the vet begins to pet, I cry ‘Hooray!’ But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion. Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way!”

I held my hands up to my left, and swiftly shifted all my weight to the right, and leapt onto the table in front of me, flashing a great big smile, while my set curls bounced across my face, as my legs flayed expertly beneath me.

I was in the zone. For the first time in nearly seven years, I was on fire. I knew I had this. I had this audition in the bag.

I needed this part. I needed to know that I was still glittering, that after all that happened in the last few years, I was still skinny, still stylish, still sexy enough for the stage.

I wanted to see those lights again, feeling that coloured rush flying against my skin, filling my body with an exhilarating sugar rush to the head.

Theatrically, I jumped from the table, kicking the chair on my left side to dramatically make my ending segment, honing in all my dancing ability.

“But I’m always true to you darlin’ in my fashion. But I’m al-ways true to you. DARLING IN MY WAY!”

Holding last note high in the air, I did a quick 5 step twirl, ending with my arms in the air, my chest heaving from the work out, white teeth flashing shamelessly in front of the two man audition panel.

“Well, that was…that was…illuminating,” the dark haired man on the left provided, “Really…uh…interesting.”

“Yes” The second supplied, seemingly reluctant.

“Why thank you, sirs” Feeling in the mood I hitched my skirt on both sides, and fell into a deep curtsey.

“Aha, well, I see, Miss…Vermont…you’re…26?”

“Yes, sir”

“Riiigh-t…and you haven’t performed since you were, 19?”

Nervously I shifted my weight from left to right. “No. I haven’t been in a production since I was 19. Uh, complications arose in my life, and, uh I ended up on, uh, indefinite hiatus”

“I see.” Number one pursed his lips

Shit.

“And why is that?”

I felt my palms begin to sweat. I was afraid of this. I’d hoped we could skip this part, that somehow my ability would overcome the awkward questions. How foolish was I for thinking that. Every audition. The same questions. The same embarrassment.

“Uh, sirs, there were numerous reasons as to why I, uh, discontinued with musicals at that age. All of which are rather personal, and I prefer not to disclose such information.”

“Hmmm, we see. Well then Miss Vermont, I’m af-”

“WAIT!” I cried. I couldn’t hear this again. “I get it, you’re afraid that you cannot allow me to participate in your musical, due to insufficient background knowledge. I’ve heard the spiel before. I’m sick of being cast aside just because I don’t want to share the darkest hours of my life with complete dickheads, and being told that I have no talent to one day make it on Broadway. That’s crap. I can handle these roles just as well as the next person, and there is no way you’re going to find someone as determined as me. But I understand that I’m not the youngest, prettiest, purest thing straight out of mother’s womb. I get the hint. I’ll grab my gear, and drag my sorry ass out of here.”

Angrily, I yanked my bag and shoes off the floor. I kicked off the audition shoes, slightly too hard, causing them to bang against the back wall. Storming off the stage, I roughly slammed aside the tables and chairs in my way.

Pushing my hand against the door, I paused.

“You know. For once, I’d like to be accepted for my ability, not for what I don’t want to disclose.”

And without another word, I left, just as silent tears started to stream down my face.

“’Cause I’m TNT. I’m dynamite, yeah. TNT. And I’ll win the fight! TNT. I’m a power load! TNT. Watch me explode!”

Wind rushed against the car windows, as Dean screamed at top of his lungs, banging his head to the loud tunes of Acca Dacca.

As the well known riff approached, Dean rhythmically imitated the section on the steering wheel, strange pouty expressions crossing his face.

“Dude, you look like you’re constipated.”

“Shut up, Sammy.” Not caring, Dean continued with his little party, happy that he was annoying Sam.

As the end climax of the piece approached, Dean started to bang his head harder, shaking it in a crazy fashion as the music exploded.

“Are you finished yet?”

Sam looked disbelieving at his apparently older brother. He was shaking his head like a mad dog, and couldn’t see a thing wrong with it. Were they even related?

The tape ended, and a hissing feedback sound filled the car.

“Damn, have to turn to the B side.” Reaching to the tape deck, Dean tried to remove his classic ACDC tape, only to have his hand swatted away by Sam.

“No, Dean. Not until we sort out where we’re going, what’s going on, and how we’re going to stop it. Is that clear?” Sam glared at Dean, his lips pursed together slightly.

“Dude, you’re such a chick.” Mockingly, Dean raised the pitch of his voice “No, you can’t have those disgusting potato chips before dinner. If you even think about going out and drinking tonight, you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a week, mister.” Smirking, Dean turned his attention back to the road.

“Are you finished yet?” Sam repeated

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright. What’a we got?”

“You sure you’re finished? ‘Cause if your not, I can get a good two, three hours sleep while you ramble out bullshit? You want me to – ?” Indicated Sam, making out like he was prepared to turn around and sleep.

“Alright, point taken. Get off your high horse already.”

Settling back into place, Sam pulled out his laptop again.

“Alright, now that it’s serious time, we can get down to the matter at hand.”

“Very funny. You continue with this cheek and I’ll blast the shit out the speakers this time.”

“Okay. There have been multiple disappearances in Detroit, and the cops don’t know what’s going on. There have been no traces of where the bodies have gone, and no evidence left behind. The Feds have become involved and - ”

“Oh that’s just great.” Dean interrupted, clearly pissed. “The Feds are really going to make our job so much easier.”

“Will you let me finish? And, their representative, Special Agent Hendrickson has been quoted to say ‘Although we do not know who has been instigating these disappearing acts, we’re positive we will catch the culprit who is taking these families’.”

Dean was flabbergasted. “Hendrickson? HENDRICKSON? Sam, are you freakin’ crazy? We’re going to where Hendrickson is? He’ll catch us for sure this time, Sammy!”

Haphazardly, Dean did a hefty U-turn, driving away in the opposite direction at top speed.

“Dean, what the hell are we supposed to do? They don’t know what they’re dealing with! There have been cases of disappearing families for nearly a century Dean, all occurring seven years within each other. It seems like they take seven families, and do something with them. I don’t know what Dean, and there is only one way to find out.”

“Yeah, let what ever hunter lives in that area deal with it. I’ve only got a few more months Sammy, and I’d rather not spend it in jail.”

Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Here was his brother actually running away from something that wasn’t a bar tab, or one of his one night stand women.

“Dean, we can’t run away from this. You know that. We have a job to do. Listen, the last time this thing struck, it was in Hartford, Connecticut and the last family that was known to be missing was reported by the one person left behind. Their eldest daughter.”

Abruptly, Dean hit the breaks, skidding the car to a halt, at the side of the road.

“Did you say their eldest daughter left, in Hartford?”

“Uh, yeah. What does it mean to you?” Sam asked confused. He had no idea what was going on in Dean’s head.

Starting the car up again, Dean pulled another dangerous U-turn.

“Alright Sammy, we’re going to New York.” Reaching across, Dean turned his tape over, shoving it back into the tape deck.

“What? New York? But, Dean, we need to go to Detroit! Why are we going to New York?”

“Trust me, Sammy,” Dean yelled over the loud music, “I know someone who can help us.”

“No, no, Joseph, hands together. See, the quaver in the treble clef lines up perfectly with the bass note played by the left hand.”

Painfully, I listened to yet another one of my piano students murder Mozart. I had no patience for this today. Not after that crappy audition. But I needed the cash.

“Miss, I think someone’s at your door.”

“Really? Well, I better go check that. And when I come back, I want to hear that section go perfectly!”

Moving from my stiff seat, I took my time reaching the front door, as I pulled out my fluro ear plugs.

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on the door handle, friendly smile in place. You never know, they might have changed their mind about my audition this morning.

“Hell – ” I froze, my hand stuck to the open door.

“Hey Sydney. Long time no see.”

Shit.

That’s all she needed. A visit from the illustrious Dean Winchester.

Okay, Okay, predictable where this chapter was going to end I know.

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