Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ The way you Ketch me ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I sat at the small table in the hotel room, my computer open and giving a blue light to my face in the dark room. Charlie was sleeping in the far bed. We’d gotten to a motel in Empire Michigan a little later than expected, due to one of my tires going flat, so we had decided to leave all the body looking and fed threads for tomorrow. It was around 1 in the morning and I was looking through the case files again, trying not to miss anything. I was startled back into reality by a knock at the door. Who the fuck would be at our door this time of night?!

I got up, mumbling some curse words as I did, and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole and groaned. The distorted silver eyes and face of the Brit outside the door made me want to just act like I wasn’t awake. But, I knew that he knew I was awake, it was the only reason he’d be here anyway. I slid the chain lock into the locked position and opened the door as much as it would allow me to.

“It’s 1am, Ketch…” I said, glaring at him, “What are you even doing here?”

“I was cold, you still have my jacket.” He said, the silver eyes looking me over, “Plus I thought you knew I was being told to watch you, information seems to travel fast between demons anyway.”

“Ah. Well you can take the jacket back, I’m not using it.” I said, reaching towards where it was slung over a chair to grab it.

“Why don’t you let me in and I can just grab it for myself?” Ketch said, putting his weight against the door slightly.

“As much as I love the idea of that,” I said, pushing the jacket through the gap in the door at him, “I have a roommate, and she’s doesn’t take to men well.

“Then let me take you to dinner.” He said, obviously trying to push his luck.

“Once again, it’s 1 in the morning Ketch.”

“I didn’t say in a restaurant.”

“Then where would we go Ketch? You and I have jobs to do anyway. We should be sleeping.”

“You’re right, come join me in another room.”

“I told you the last one was the last time that’d happen.”

“Then come walk at least.”

I was going to give another excuse, but before I could, Charlie’s voice came from her bed, “I swear to god. Leave with him or I will come over there and shut the door in his face for you.”

I blinked, looking back and forth between where she was now sitting up and the door where Ketch was still waiting for my answer. I sighed, sticking up my pointer finger before closing the door and walking over to close my laptop and grab my shoes. Before leaving, I grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it on. Walking back to the door, I undid the chain lock and opened the door to walk out into the open night air, it was fricken cold.

“I’m glad you chose to join me, I was getting lonely.” Ketch said, a smirk on his face.

“I’m only coming along because I don’t want to wake Charlie.” I said, walking down the sidewalk.

After a few steps I noticed Ketch wasn’t following me. I turned back around and noticed he had gone to his motorcycle instead. How had I not heard that thing pull up? That didn’t matter now. I sighed and walked back towards him.

“That’s not walking.” I said.

He smiled at me, helmet in his hands. “We can walk once we get where I want to go,” He slid the helmet onto his head before handing me another one.

“I am not getting on that thing.” I said.

Ketch said nothing, just shook the helmet around until I sighed and took it. Sliding it on my head felt strange, my hair was short enough that it didn’t pinch but this was something I’d never done before, so I hesitated. I hesitated long enough that I jumped at the sound of the bike roaring to life, I hadn’t even noticed Ketch get on it. Startled, I slowly got on behind him, scooting as close to him as I could get and wrapping my arms around his chest, tucking my head down and pressing it against his shoulder. I felt him laugh before pulling out of the parking space and starting down the drive.

I took a few minutes before I was comfortable with how fast we seemed to be going. When I was comfortable with it, I looked around me, watching the cars and lights blur by. I watched as the cars became fewer to none and the sky became more filled with stars as we got further away from the city. When we finally came to a stop we looked to be in the middle of a small park. It was completely empty save for us, there were no lights except for the moon and the stars, and the only sound was crickets in the grass. I stepped off the motorcycle a little too quickly, almost falling over because my legs felt like jelly from the ride. Ketch caught me before I could hit the ground, laughing as he slipped his helmet off.

“You’re not the most graceful are you?” He said, still laughing.

“Shut up,” I said, slipping my own helmet off, “I’m just not use to riding this thing like you are.”

“You can ride other things very well though.” I almost slapped the smirk off his face.

“Ass.”

“Love, that’s not a very lady like word.”

“Uh huh.” I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying, my attention was on the sky.

Stars had fascinated me since I was a child. My father would take me outside after a hunt and point out all the constellations he knew, he’d even make some up just so he could tell me silly stories of giant bears and knights fighting. I smiled as I remembered those little moments, the ones in between all the bad. I let my sweatshirt slid off my shoulders slightly, not caring about the cold anymore.Warm hands slid across my shoulders and I was brought back to reality just enough to stop reminiscing about my past, until Ketch asked a question I’ve never wanted to answer.

“What are these handprints on your shoulders? I’ve never seen them before” He asked.

I was too shocked to speak at first, not knowing or wanting to answer. “They’re something I’d rather not remember, and you’ve never seen them because I normally keep them covered.” I said, jerking away and pulling my sweatshirt up again

“What do you mean ‘keep them covered’? With everything we’ve done I should’ve seen them.” He was pushing for answers.

“It’s the same reason you’ve never seen my tattoos, I use a special makeup that you can only remove with alcohol,” I moved further away from him, I wasn’t ready to talk about this part of my life, “I’m ready to go back now.”

“Not yet.” Ketch said, grabbing my shoulders and gently turning me to face him. He pushed my sweatshirt off of one shoulder again, ran his hand along my shoulder until it covered the marks completely, “Why won’t you tell me?”

“It’s not just you. I don’t like talking about them in general.” I said, turning away from his mercury gaze, “It’s a haunting memory.”

“Can I make it better?” He asked, trying his best ot be sweet.

“I doubt it.” I sighed, if I was going to get him to trust me, this was how I’d have to do it, “Do you really want to know or are you just trying to gather information?”

He looked hurt for a second, an emotion I didn’t know the man was capable of. “I want to know, honest.”

“Ok, well get ready for a monologue.” I said, sighing again and walking towards a nearby tree, I leaned against it before starting the semi-long story, “When I was 20, I made a deal with Crowley. I was dying but I didn’t want to and I knew the only way out was to make one. So I found a crossroads, yadda yadda, Crowley showed up and I traded my soul for ten more years of life.” I paused, looking up at Ketch before continuing. He looked surprised, strange, “Ten good years later the hounds came for me while the boys were on a hunt and I let them take me. 2 Earth years later, I crawled my way out of the ground in the middle of a corn field in Indiana with these marks on my shoulders. My only explanation is that I was pulled out just like Dean was. Except my angel never came to say hi.”

“So you’ve seen Hell?” Ketch asked.

“I’ve seen 20 years worth of it.” I said, sliding down the tree trunk to sit on the soft grass.

“So what happened after? They never came for you?” he asked, taking a seat next to me.

“Yes and no. About a month after I’d resurfaced, Crowley came knocking at my door asking for my soul. And I told him he could have it.” I said, “But he didn’t take it. Instead he told me he was shocked by the honor I held for our deal and said that when it was finally my time he’d be the one to take my soul and I wouldn’t have to worry about another single day of torture.”

“Wow, so you can hear them then?” What a strange question.

“The angels? Only when they’re loud enough to hear, mostly it’s just nothing unless I’m talking to Cas in Enochian.” I said, shrugging. I let myself slump over onto his shoulder, he was warm, “Do you like the stars, Ketch?”

“I do, why?” he asked, scooting so his arm was around my waist.

“They remind me of something.” I said, starting to drift off.

“And what would that be, love?”

“Your eyes.”

*Hours of blank sleep later*

I woke up with a sore back. I straightened up and stretched as much as I could with Ketch’s arm still around me. I stood a quick as I could whiling still trying to be quiet in effort not to wake him. When I was successful, I reached for my phone in my back pocket and checked the time. It was around 8 in the morning. Great. Charlie would hopefully still be asleep, I could at least assume so because I didn’t have any texts or missed calls from her, yet. After tucking my phone back into my pocket, I started walking back through the park. I knew it was kinda cruel to leave Ketch there but it was better than staying with him so I didn’t feel too bad about it.

As I walked, I began to realize just how small the park was. Very quickly, I found myself by the main road, walking back towards the main city. I didn’t walk long before a car pulled up beside me, it was my car. A few curse words came out under a breath as the window rolled down and Charlie just gave me the ‘get in’ motion. I jogged over to the passenger side door and got into the car.

“Where the fuck have you been!” She said.

“I went out, like you said to.” I said, maybe a little bit too casually.

“I know what I said, but I didn’t expect you to just disappear the rest if the night.” She said, glancing over at me every now and then, “I expected you to go like a room over and fuck his brains out.”

“Charlie!” I said, laughing.

“What? You can’t tell me that wasn’t something you thought about doing.” She said, trying to sound completely innocent.

“Nothing like that would’ve happened, he’s not worth it.”

It was silent for a few minutes, I hadn’t realized how far out from the hotel I had gone the night before. When we got closer to the motel Charlie started talking again.

“So who was that anyway?” she asked.

“He’s just a fling. The last time I was in the area we had a thing and I sent me a text letting him know I was in the area and he just assumed I was alone I guess.” It felt too easy to make this excuse.

“Well I’m glad you’re alright. We’ve got fed threads to put on and work to do.” Charlie said that a little too eagerly.

I laughed at her excitement. This was gonna be a fun case to be on. I wish I could do more like this with her but Oz kept her pretty busy. Oz had changed her a lot, the shy quiet girl that I had met during the whole Leviathan thing had become a hardened badass who knew everything there was to know about the monsters we fought.

We arrived back at the motel and changed before taking off again towards the police station. Once there we did the usual talking, introduced ourselves as state police looking into the suspicious murder of a camper in the area. The body had been torn to shreds along with the sleeping bag and tent they’d been in. The police were calling it a bear attack but this was no bear.

As Charlie and I looked over the body, or what was left of it, it became more and more evident that this was absolutely a case. The body had been torn open, everything inside of it ripped out or left in pieces that didn’t even look like what they were supposed to be, and the torso only hanging onto the lower half of the body by a few strands of muscle. The brain was gone, one leg completely torn off and the other mangled beyond looking like a leg, both arms were gone, save for a part of the right humerus that was bare and sticking out of where it had been disconnected from the shoulder and broken on the end. Even the skull was in pieces, only small chucks of the face still attached to what little bone was there, even the eyes had been plucked out. The only way they’d been able to identify the poor man was through what had been left in the torn apart and bloodied camp site. We didn’t talk about it more until the coroner left the room for us to investigate the body more.

“Definitely not a bear.” Charlie said.

“Ya. I’m thinking either it’s actually a wendigo or some werewolf that just didn’t know when to stop.” I said, walking around the body table and grabbing the coroner's report out of the small side tray.

“Do you even need to look at that, Sam?” Charlie said, snickering at me.

I rolled my eyes at her, “I just like being thuro. Is that a crime?”

“No, just proves my earlier theory about you being a nice mixture of both your brothers.” She continued to tease me.

“Well, the last I remember, you liked that I was like both of them. Or was that just ‘bedside manners’?” I said, winking at her.

“Well, I guess you’ve got me there.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, I’d beaten Charlie at her own sass game.

With that we went back to being professionals and finished up our examination. Once we knew what we were looking at we went back to the motel and hit the books, trying to narrow down what we were hunting. After a few hours we just decided to go hunting and take everything we needed to kill a wendigo or werewolf with us, which meant making sure the flamethrowers had gas and our guns were loaded with silver. We took the short drive into Sleeping Bear Dunes, the state park our Vic had been staying in. We got in without a hitch and drove to one of the docks so we could get to South Manitou Island and start looking for tracks.

Once on the island it took a few minutes to get to the specific campground and took us over half an hour ro find any tracks from whatever we were hunting, but once we did we ruled out werewolf and concentrated on finding a wendigo nest. It was gonna be a long evening. Eventually we found an old, unused building deep behind the boundary of the sites. At this point we’d brought out our flashlights, which was dangerous when hunting these things, and soon we began to hear them.

“ALEX!” a voice too similar to Dean’s yelle out from somewhere in the dark trees.

“I guess we found them.” Charlie said.

“No. They found us.” I said, making sure to concentrate on where the voices were coming from and how close we were to the building.

“Help me!” This time it was Sam’s voice, and then a high scream in a voice I didn’t recognise.

“Alice?!” Charlie yelled.

“Charlie, it’s not real. I promise.” I said, taking a hold on her arm to make sure she didn’t run off.

“She sounds like she’s in a lot of pain…” I didn’t know how she felt, I’d become numb to stuff like this because my brothers voices were used against me all the time.

We continued forward to the door. I pushed it open with my shoulder, taking the trigger of the flamethrower on my back in a grip just tight enough to hold it steady. The room inside was quiet, too quiet. And then we heard the laughing. It was mechanical and hideous in sound, something only a monster could make.

I steadied my hand, which had started shaking like it always did when I hunted. We could be attacked at any second from any angle, these things had a habit of not caring how much of a fight their dinner gave them as long as they could eat it. I heard a creak to my left and instinctively shown my flashlight in that direction, the creature that was once there now gone. We heard the laugh again, this time it felt closer, like it was right next to us.

“Charlie?” I whispered.

“Ya?” Came her voice from the darkness.

“Circle…..3….2…..1!” Yelling the last number, when pulled the triggers on the flamethrowers, igniting them before beginning to spin in a tight circle, shooting flames throughout the room. We immediately caught 2 wendigos on fire, giving them a quick death in the only way you could kill them. Shortly after the burst of flame subsided, we stood in silence again. The silence lasted for what felt like several minutes.

“Well that was…” Charlie didn’t get to finish her sentence.

As soon as the word ‘easy’ started out of her mouth, a body rammed itself into me and sent me to the floor, flamethrower falling off my back and the thing landing on top of me. A hiss sounded from the wendigo on top of me before it slammed it’s head into my shoulder and bit down. Before it could do anymore damage, a line of fire shot out from the direction Charlie had been in, shooting the wendigo off my chest and into the corner, burning with a scream.

We sat in silence, the blood trickling from the chunk of skin taken out of my shoulder by the wendigo. I couldn’t feel the pain of it yet but I knew it was coming.

“Charlie…” I said in a low voice.

“Are you ok?! Did it get you?” I could hear her knees hit the floor.

“We...AHHH!” I yelled out, the pain was starting to set in, “We need to..get out of here. Our job is done.”

“Right! I’ve got you.” She said, trying to gently help me up and prop me against her shoulder.

 

This was gonna be a long trip back.