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Chapter 1 – One Strange Day
Daisy Brockhouse drifted up the hallway of her house in a daze. She had just watched Supernatural and that always made her a little jittery. The episode had been about bloody Mary and now, heading to her bathroom mirror it was all she could do to stop herself saying it. It wasn't that she had a death wish, anything but, but listening to some guy saying "you can't say Bloody Mary three times in front of the bathroom mirror" for the last hour, made her want to do it just to prove that her life really was boring. She could feel the familiar feeling of excitement in her stomach in anticipation of next week's episode. She would be like this all week.
From the first advertisement of supernatural she had known it was her kind of show. Being part of the Harry Potter generation meant she would always have a soft spot for fantasy, weather it be Charmed, dark angel or, now, Supernatural, she would be hooked. It had started on the holidays, when there was absolutely nothing on, so they had replayed the first episode 4 times. Daisy had watched it every time. Each time she did she had noticed more until she just knew that she wasn't going to be able to survive if they cancelled it. She had been a fan ever since.
She looked at her self in the mirror, glancing to the corner, just in case. Every thing was normal. Same messy brown hair, same brown green eyes, same pale skin. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was in her school uniform still and was just about to remove it to have a shower when she heard something crash in the kitchen.
Her parents had already gone to bed. She had always teased her mum for not being able to stay up past 8:30. Daisy was the complete opposite. She could never sleep at night; it didn't mater if she hadn't gotten a good nights sleep in weeks. When that light went out she was awake.
She ran out the door to the kitchen, praying that it was nothing bad. She didn't want to have to face a robber, who had broken in a little too early, with her parents fast asleep on the other side of the house. She breathed a sigh of relief, It was only her cat, Binkers (she had named him when she was three) who had tried to get in the window only to land on a glass waiting to be washed. The glass was smashed but other then that no harm had been done.
Daisy smiled at the cat, patting her roughly on the head.
"Silly pussy," she whispered in a baby voice, "scaring the hand that feeds you, not a good idea. I might just stop!" Binkers hissed at her reaching out with her claws, "Well ok then, if your going to be like that ill just leave you alone then." She turned around to get the dust pan and brush to clean up the broken glass only to find her self staring at a face.
It was a horrid face. It was a greenish colour, very wrinkled with red eyes. The thing was smiling evilly at her.
"Your turn!" it rasped then clicked its horrid fingers. Daisy screamed at the top of her lungs but it was too late. She was already lost…
Sam walked cautiously down the dark ally. 'How do I manage to get myself into these situations?' he thought to him self, 'Why can't anything be easy?'. He knew the thing was coming after him. It seemed to Sam that every time he and Dean looked into one of these cases he ended up having to be saved by his older brother. He was thankful that he could rely on Dean like that, but it was hard on his pride when his big brother had to save his ass three times a day.
He was just about to give up the hunt and go and meet Dean when he heard a woman scream. It sounded as if it was coming from around the corner. What if the thing had attacked some innocent bystander? He couldn't just hope for the best and go back to Dean, no, he had to go make sure that girl was alright.
Making his choice he ran. He made round the corner in time to see a girl with brown hair and a school uniform appear out of nowhere in a cloud of dust. She had her arms up as if to protect her face, shaking all over. Slowly she took down her hands, though he was standing just off to her right she didn't seem to have noticed him, infact she seemed surprised. He walked over to her nervously looking over his shoulders to make sure that the thing wasn't waiting to run out and nock him out. God knows it wouldn't be the first time.
Seeing nothing around he tucked his gun in the back of he belt, the last thing he needed was to freak this girl out even more by waving a gun in her face.
"Hey, are you alright?" he said quietly, taping her on the shoulder. She turned her head slightly then jumped again.
"What is this? Is this some kind of sick joke?" she exclaimed, "Where am I?"
"You're in St Lois. In a back ally. What do you mean a joke, are you feeling alright?"
"How did I get here," she asked, "I must be dreaming."
"Im not sure, can you tell me your name?"
"It's Daisy, Daisy Brockhouse."
Daisy saw him but she didn't believe her eyes. He looked exactly like Sam from Supernatural.
"Im not sure, can you tell me your name?" she looked into his eyes. There was something in them that made her wan to trust him.
"It's Daisy, Daisy Brockhouse."
She wanted more then anything to wake up in her bed and find that this was all just a dream. But somehow she knew it wasn't, somehow she knew that she was infat talking to Sam Winchester and not just some amazingly perfect look alike.
He looked at her, concern written all over his face.
"Ok," he said, she could see he was trying to make up his mind about what to do with her, "ok, Daisy I'm going to take you back to see my brother …"
"Dean," she interrupted nodding her head, "its ok Sam you don't have to lie to me I already know."
Sam looked at her with shock, how could she know. Did he have a sign on his head saying 'Sam Winchester, supernatural hunter".
"Don't worry," she said realizing she was making him nervous, "I won't tell." She started to walk off in the direction Sam had come from, she stopped, "by the way," she said sadly, turning round as if she had just remembered something important, "Im sorry about jess."
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