A/N: Hey guys and welcome...FINALLY! to my Supernatural story. I have written this about five million times and have never really gotten it right, so I hope this is okay hah :D
It's set around to the end of season 4. Oh Disclaimer I don't own supernatural, and not really the beginning, I got it out of the Darkest Powers series, so yeah. I have changed some of it though.
Anyway I hope you enjoy.
My head struck the wall. I patted around until I found the door knob, and turned it. Yanked and turned.
"No," I whispered I tried using my powers to blast the door open but they were no use. "Please no," fingers ran through my hair. Warm breath touched my cheek. Hot wind whipped around me. The light flickered, this couldn't end well.
"Sweet child," a voice whispered.
"What is she?" another asked
"Witch" a giggle.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm always sure," the first voice answered.
"What have they done to her?"
"Get away from her," I heard the spirit say. "She's not yours, so shoo. All of you," I asked if these were demons, she merely said. "They're minor demon spirits. They can't manifest in this realm without a dead body..." she stopped short. We both looked over to the closet. 'Quickly," she said "Send me back to the guard. If his corpse is being occupied they can't..." A thump sounded from the closet. Then a low hiss.
"Ugh in all my years of being a witch," I complained to myself I spun to the door and yanked. Growls erupted from the closet. As I slammed my hands on the door, I heard a scratching, like nails on a chalk board. The click of a knob, the squeak of the door hinges, just when the light bulb blew. "Oh come on," I whispered fingers brushed my face, making me jump back from the door. Across the room, nails scraped along the floor.
"He's coming," a voice whispered
"Our father is coming,"
"They lie," said the one good spirit in this place.
"6 of the seals remain..." A wail at my ear drowned out what they were saying. I jumped nack knocking over a chair.
"Son of a... ugh," I complained as I fell hard on the floor. A blast of desert wind whipped my hair in my face, twisting my clothes. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped. The wind died and the room was silent.
"Connie!" I could just make out my name.
"SERA!" I called out one of my sister's names. But I got no response. "A-are you there? CHAD!" I called out her twin's name but no one answered. Even the spirit didn't answer. Then a whisper of fabric as it slid across the floor. I leaped to my feet only to get tangled into the fallen chair.
"Damn you karma," I hissed to myself. The back of my head cracked against the chair. The wind slowly picked up again. And I could slightly make out the shape of the corpse. I breathed in deeply. It grabbed a hold of my leg. I gave a startled yelp.
"Lucifer's rising," it managed to groan out. "And he will being the apocalypse," I tried to pll my leg out of the grip but it didn't work. "He will make you hisss," it didn't get the chance to say anything else before it slumped on the ground. I quickly pulled myself up and away from it.
"Ew," I shuddered.
"You're welcome," I heard the deep voice of...
"Oh thank god, Cas,"