Boulevard of Broken Dreams [Castiel] Nov 22, 2013 16:12:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 16:12:51 GMT -5
HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MAN
SITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LAND
MAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]His hunting days were over. That part of his life was shoved far behind him, especially after the events of ending the reign of Dick Roman. Sam Winchester had always wanted a normal life, ever since he was a kid that was the only thing he ever wanted. Even as he got older, the endless fights between him and his father, running off to go to school, they were his way to get a normal life. But now things were completely different, there was no Dean to pull him back into the hunter's life, or Bobby to call for any sort of job. It was just him, and because of that, the youngest Winchester found himself slightly lost, and in shock. Several months had gone by, the former hunter having secured himself a job at a hotel as the handyman. It didn't pay much, but it was decent enough, and the rooms were nice. Especially when the job included having him live on site, that was an added bonus. The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, and slowly Sam started to feel more at ease within his life. Especially after meeting Amelia, the young widow had at first grated on his nerves a bit. But, after they got to know each other, Sam easily found out that she was wonderful, thus it didn't take long before he started to fall more for her.
The days were quiet, the odd job in one of the rooms coming by every so often. Jobs that were fairly simple, an air conditioning unit that wasn't working, or sink that was backed up. All were simple fixes, and things that kept his mind occupied for the most part. That was, until he met up with something one day that caused all and completely buried habits to resurface once again. The morning paper was left open upon one of the tables in a vacant room he was fixing up. And, by force of habit, the youngest Winchester glanced over at it, an article catching his eye. Mutilated remains found, the forth that month; a frown pulled across the male's lips as he set his tools down and scooped up the paper, reading the article in full. It didn't take long to notice that the police had no idea what they were dealing with, but he did. Usually Sam would have left it alone, let some other hunter deal with it, if it weren't for the fact that the case wasn't far from the town he was currently calling home.
Sam hesitated, eyes darting toward the sink he was suppose to be fixing to the paper in his hand. It wouldn't' take long, Especially if he just wanted to take a look at the scene. The choice was made before the paper had enough time to fall back to the table, the male was already out of the room, broken sink completely forgotten.
The day was spent interviewing various people and revisiting the crime scenes, as well as the police station. It didn't take long before Sam was able to piece together that the police had absolutely no idea what they were dealing with, something that he had figured out when he was reading the article. After some study, his only guess was a rugaru, a creature he hadn't faced in some time, a few years in fact. But if there was one thing Sam was good at, it was retaining information and he remembered that the only way to kill a rugaru was with fire.
The roar of the Impala's engine was quickly cut as the hunter pulled up to an abandon house, his eyes scanned the surrounding area before he reached into the backseat of the car, pulling out the homemade flamethrower and stepping out. It was unusual for him to enter a hunt without some sort of backup, but as there were no others in the area, he would have to do this alone. His footsteps were slow as his breathing evened out, clearly calm as he approached the building. From the outside it appeared completely normal, but Sam knew better then to take things at face value.
The male walked up to the building, walking around the outside first before checking the backdoor and easing inside. The flamethrower was held tight in his hand, completely ready to be used as he the hunter scooped out the house. What happened next caught even Sam off guard, the loud noise came from behind as the male found himself knocked to the ground, the flamethrower knocked from his grasp and across the floor. A pained grunt left his lips as Sam struggled a bit, kicking the creature away as he moved toward the flamethrower only to be thrown back and into a bookshelf that collapsed from his weight. For a moment, the young Winchester regretted not bring in some backup and could only hope that some form of help came.tagging Castiel
words No clue
lyrics nowhere man by THE BEATLES
notes Hope you can work with it =\
credits this was made by PARTY POISON