A Supernatural Fanfiction
“Police!” Winter whipped around as another voice rose over the screams of the bar’s patrons. “Put your hands in the air.”
“Don’t point that at me,” Winter said in a voice that was not her own, striding over to the officer, her hand wrapped around his throat as she lifted him high into the air. Images flooded into her mind: a rinky-dink motel room, bottles of whiskey littering the floor. A wife and children long gone. Winter knew without a doubt that these were facts about this man, memories and regrets. She smiled unpleasantly at the officer. “So many regrets,” she purred. “But you brought it all on yourself, didn’t you? Skimming money from the precinct and spending it all on booze. Losing your family because of your own weakness.” Winter tsked, shaking her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “It’s a shame.”
“Please,” the officer choked, turning blue. “Please!”
“Sorry. You got pity. But no mercy. Thank you for playing.” The man screamed as Winter tossed him across the room, his neck snapping on impact. She twirled, her arms thrown wide, laughing delightedly as the walls of the bar were blasted apart. She clapped her hands together, smiling like a child at Christmas. What fun! Winter turned as a feral snarl snapped her out of her euphoria. Lila stood, crouched on the splintered wood of the bar’s fallen walls, her fur sticking up and her teeth bared. Winter snarled right back, crouching down, her arms positioned behind her, ready for a fight.
Lila roared again and Winter smiled, anticipating the coming bloodshed, eager for it. She leaped forward – then stopped dead. She’d seen her reflection in the jaguar’s eyes. She’d been told her entire life that her eyes were disconcerting, the way they cut through a person. Disconcerting, yes, but always human. They weren’t now. They were black, the iris swallowed whole, with only a single speck of white in the center, maybe what remained of the pupil. Winter recoiled and the black began to recede, leaving her gasping. She looked around at the destruction she’d wrought with new eyes – her own eyes.
“Dammit, girl, what did I do?” Winter didn’t feel right. Everything was spinning around her and she couldn’t see straight. Lila make a small yelping noise, nuzzling against Winter’s arm. Fighting against the sudden weakness, Winter surged to her feet, digging through the rubble until she found the syringe that the demon had stuck her with. There was still some inside. With shaking hands, Winter tipped the vial over, catching a drop of the black liquid within on her finger.
Lila hissed as Winter fell to the ground, convulsing violently. Fire and blood danced before her eyes. Pain and sin, agony and destruction. She could hear flesh sizzling, the screams of millions. She screamed along with them, pressing her hands to her temples, but it didn’t stop. Winter choked, unable to breathe through the pain, coughing up blood.
Ashiha. Ashiha, wake up. Winter’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t recognize where she was. A room. An all gray room. Her mind kicked into high-gear, seeing everything around her. Four walls, no exit, not even a hidden one. Twelve feet long, maybe twenty feet across. Claustrophobic didn’t even begin to cover it.
Ashiha. There is was again. Same voice, same word. But Winter recognized it as a name now, now just some word she didn’t know.
“Yes?” she said aloud, her voice aloof.
Atta girl. You showed extreme promise today. Winter’s lip curled as she remembered what she’d done. Destroyed the bar. Killed two men inside like it was easy.
And she’d enjoyed it, too. Winter shoved those thoughts into the back of her mind, pushing them into a file and password-sealing it.
“Promise.” Winter spat the word. “I killed innocent people.” Criminals she didn’t have an issue with, but those civilians didn’t have to die. “Who are you? What did that demon do to me? And what the hell is on the back of my neck?”
Always so many questions. I am someone close to you, Ashiha. But you’ll figure that out soon enough. And those people were by no means innocent. The officer was an adulterer and the barmanwas a thief. You did Heaven a favor. And the demon showed you who you really are, the mark is proof of that.
“That’s not who I am,” Winter snarled at the empty room.
Oh, Ashiha, don’t kid yourself. You’re a sociopath. And sociopaths are the demons of humanity. No remorse, no empathy. You were made for Hell.
“I am not a demon,” Winter said firmly, not sure of who she was trying to convince, the voice or herself. “And my name is Winter.”
Pardon me. It’s an appellation. No disrespect meant.
“But the demon blood. When I touched it…”
You saw Hell. And not the nicer parts of it, either. Your ability is unique.
“I don’t want it.” Winter spat. She saw far too much without any sort of supernatural boost. “I don’t want any of it. The blood’s effect on me…is it permanent?” Winter hated that she was the one without the answers. She hated it.
That is still unclear. Dammit. Winter paced. She didn’t want unclear, she wanted answers! Oh, my Ashiha, my time grows short. Goodbye.
Winter opened her eyes to white walls. And the steady beeping of a heart-rate monitor. She was in a hospital. Another hospital. Winter lifted herself up, curious to find that she couldn’t. Handcuffed to the cot. Classic. A police officer was sitting in a stuffed chair in the corner of the room, watching her, a pile of her things sitting next to him. Lila was nowhere to be found. Winter assumed that she had hidden. The state of her Harley was still unclear. Probably impounded, unfortunately.
“Young lady,” the policeman said when he saw that she was awake. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in?”
“Clearly not the bad kind because they hired a rent-a-cop to watch me sleep. Well done on that, by the way.”
“You killed two people.”
“Allegdly.” Winter reminded. “You have no proof. What, you found me passed out? I could’ve been drunk.” Winter’s eyes went to her things as a familiar ring sounded off. Her ring. Though who might be calling her was a mystery. Not many people had her number. “Mind passing me my phone?” she asked. “I’d do it myself, but…” she rattled the handcuffs for effect. Th police officer just glared at her. “Give me,” Winter said again, her voice taking on a dangerous quality, “the phone.” The policeman shuddered, nodding suddenly and rifled through her things before he grabbed the cell out of the pocket of her jacket. Her guns were nowhere in sight. Winter hoped that Lila had gotten them away without shooting herself.
“Winter, it’s Sam.” He sounded worried, breathless.
“How did you get my number?” Winter replied flatly.
“Because I swiped your name card!” she heard Dean crow triumphantly in the background. “A-ha!”
“What’s wrong?” Winter said immediately. Sam was worried about something, clearly, and Dean was acting more standoffish than usual. Plus, she’d clearly given then the message that she didn’t want to run with them anymore, and now they were calling her. Something had to be wrong. “What did you three morons do?”
“My dad went to the demons,” Sam said after a long pause. “He went to bargain with Meg, give her the Colt.”
“A demon we’ve run into before.”
“And let me guess: he’s not back. You think that he’s in trouble and you want me to find him.” Winter rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I’m a little tied up at the moment. I’m sure your dad’s fine and you’re just overreacting.”
“Winter, I’m sorry that my dad shot the vampire before he had the chance to tell you whatever you wanted to hear, but he’s in danger, I know it. Please.”
“You can handle it.” Winter said, cutting off the call. “Now, I suggest that you leave. I’m going to change.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” the officer replied immediately.
“Leave.” Winter repeated, bothered that the voice coming from her lips was the same as the one from the bar, but not enough to stop. That voice got results – as long as she was controlling it, and not it her. The policeman started, looking terrified, before rushing out of the hospital room like the hounds of hell were chasing him. Winter smirked, then mentally berated her own stupidity. She was still chained to the cot. Growling in frustration, Winter yanked on the chain, shocked to see it snap easily. She lifted herself up, snatching her hands back when the metal bars on each side of the cot bent beneath her fingers. What the hell was going on? As delicately as she could, Winter changed into her old gear, finding everything intact except for her guns. Even her notebook was left untouched, though, if they’d read it, the police probably thought she was a mental patient with all she’d written about demon and vampires and werewolves. With ever new thing that she learned, Winter made sure to update her leather-bound book. She couldn’t trust her mind. Not now. But written fact she could trust.
Winter stowed out of the room, her plan to go unnoticed put off a touch when she slammed the door so hard, it splintered into pieces.
“Hey, stop!” the officers at the end of the hall shouted, sprinting towards her. Winter didn’t wait to make any smart-ass remarks, she just ran, throwing people – literally – out of her way that tried to stop her. She burst through the doors of the hospital, breaking them clean off of their hinges without missing a beat. Winter didn’t stop. She just kept on running, faster than she ever had before. She didn’t get tired, she didn’t need to stop, she just ran.
And she knew where she needed to go. One of the nurses she’d ran into had put her hand on Winter’s arm and their skin had touched. Winter’s mind buzzed, trying not to absorb anything but what she needed. And what she needed was a layout of the town.
But she didn’t get far. Police cars screamed from behind her. She had to take a detour.
“Follow me, girl!” Winter shouted, winging a right and hopping the fence into a local amusement park. It was a dingy kind of place, but it might work for losing the cops. She now understood why she was such a big deal. A cop-killer, even an alleged one, was going to bring the whole might of the police force down on their heads. Which was so inconvenient right about now. The cops leaped out of their cars, following her as she raced through the park. But it was small and there were too many of them. Winter made it to the edge of the park before they cornered her at a roller coaster. There was nowhere to go.
Winter jumped over the chain-link fence with an “employees only” sign on it. Lila had disappeared – a jaguar would just be pushing things a touch too far – and Winter didn’t waste any time before reaching for the ladder that lead to the first and highest hill on the coaster. They started to snap under her grip and Winter had to jump from one rung to another, leaping to keep the ladder from breaking. She reached the top, grinning at the sheer dizziness of the height. It had to be at least one-hundred feet up. She had never seen anything more clearly before in her life. Always quick to observe and make correct assumptions, but that was nothing on whatever had jump-started her brain now. Winter knew exactly how high up she was. She knew how many officers were below and from what units by their formation and the police jargon they were muttering to one another. She knew that if she jumped, she would die.
It was the most amazing feeling in the entire world.
“Come down from there!” an officer shouted from below.
“Come up and get me!” Winter called, her head snapping to the side when she heard the rumble of the track moving. Her exit. As the car came to the it’s peak – no one aboard – Winter jumped, landing on the hood. She didn’t strap in, she just crouched down and let gravity take over, launching herself out of the park when the coaster was about to make it’s first loop.
Winter landed on the ground hard. Hard enough that it should’ve killed her. Or, at the very least, broken both of her legs. But she was fine. Full of energy, in fact. Winter sprang to her feet, running full-tilt towards the police station. With one kick, the wooden door to the lot where her bike was being stored shattered.
Whatever the hell was going on with her, it had its advantages.
Winter’s Harley screamed out of the lot, the engine roaring like a beast into battle. Sam was right, something was going on. Something big and something very, very bad. The burning on the back of her neck that crawled up to the side of her face confirmed it. She had to figure this out.
But she had to save the Winchesters first.