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Dunno how to sumbitt but ehre it is- it's only the beginning because its in novel form but yeah-

DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND (or LOST PATH)
One
The alley was dark and dirty. I shivered as things ran past my feet and took shelter in the deep moving shadows. Filth blew around the musky, damp air, and it seemed that the moon had gone extra dark, just for the night. A chill ran down my spine and I felt for the small folded paper in my pocket. Why was I afraid? I was never afraid; not after I had seen my mother killed in cold blood. I had seen, felt, way too much in my life to give into the cold un-reality of fear.
I pulled out the paper from my pocket and held it, still moving, never pausing to look back. As I unfolded the paper one of the crisp corners sliced my finger.
“s**t”, I muttered, putting the beading blood to my lips. “Winchester” was written on the paper in a harsh but distinctly feminine script.
“Winchester” I thought. “What did she say their names were?” I slowly went through the files in my mind.
“Sam” they whispered, and I could hear my thoughts echo off the crumbling alley walls.
“Yeah right” I said out loud. What a common name, it couldn’t be right. I wouldn’t have forgotten a name like Sam. And why couldn’t I remember the other name?
“Don’t worry about the other. Find Sam.” My mind prodded.
The steady beat of my boots on the ground matched my heartbeat, pounding in my head. The two beats as they melted together were all that I could hear. My mind focused on them, pondered each one and the next, as though they could tell me how far I would go until I found them. I had to find the brothers, the Winchesters. They were the only ones who could help me.
I flinched as something clattered in the darkness behind me. Instinctively my hand flew to the inner pocket of my jacket. My fingers slowly traced over the patterns engraved in the cool metal there. I wrapped them around the handle of the pistol, and one went to the trigger, but I left the gun where it was. I could feel the demons all around me. I was constantly aware of them. I could hear them; feel their fading power. My senses wrapped around their thoughts of what they wanted to do to me. It was almost funny. They were weak, groveling behind dumpsters, putting themselves in little children’s dreams, in a constant, desperate struggle to exist.
Still, I couldn’t grasp why I was so afraid. There weren’t any threats here. I could deal with much stronger demons, let alone your common city thug. I was being stupid. I tried to blend back into the comfort of the darkness, fade into it and let it calm me down. I stopped walking, still staring straight ahead.
“Don’t let it win”, I thought, and waited. I sighed a few moments later. “Fine I thought” giving over to my fear. I turned around and looked into the darkness there. I couldn’t see anything down the alley, because there was nothing there to see at all.
I let out a sigh. “That’s right Maura”. I said sarcastically. Just show those demons how scared you are.” As I looked blankly down the alley from where I’d come, my heart began to slow again. “See”, I muttered. “Only being stupid. Almost there, just keep feeling.” I closed my eyes and drew up my senses again, pressing them to the walls of the alley.
As I turned around and started walking I slammed into something, something big.
“Crap” I gasped opening my eyes and pulling away.
“It’s him”, my mind whispered. Suddenly my head seared.
“What the-”, I thought stumbling backwards.
“Him….”, my mind hissed getting louder and more desperate. I grabbed my head. The man in front of me took my shoulders firmly and held me up. He looked worried. What was happening?
“Are you-“, he started, but I dropped my head on his shoulder and whispered “Thank you.”, before sliding out of his grasp and dropping into the dirt on the alley floor. The paper fluttered out of my hand and I watched it sink, pale and white, to the ground. The man looked at me and picked it up as my eyes slid closed.

ok!

Elecrtified Desire
Warning:Wincest, snuglly sam, fluff , PG13 overall
CHAPTER1 - Tingling Feelings

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Lights of the impala had flashedoff , obviously to say we had stopped during which my eyes adjusted to the darkness around.

"we should stop to get some grub" came Deans voice as he yawned
"yeah, but hurry" i exclaimed haughtily as i took in the little cafe we had stopped near "this place looks dirty , Dean" i said looking around unsure

"babe i am dirty" Dean replays with a playful wink and walked away

i grumbled something and followed suite, glancing sideways to see a gay couple snuggling i turned my head around and blushed.

"diz playsh ish sho nisesh" Dean says with a mouthful of food

i sighed dramatically "shut up and eat" i mumble

"whats gotten up your a** lil bro" dean asks me as he takes a sip of his beer.

"nothing im just tired" i say as i brush a hand through my hair i need a shower i sigh

"what?" i ask as dean continues to stare silently

"what? what" dean replays looking innocent and confused

"you, your starting at me like ive grown another head" i ask folding my arms and glaring for no reason

Dean giggles suddenly "you eat like a baby" he says and points at the crumbs just bellow my mouth and i gasp insulted

"shut up jerk" i replay and frown
"whatever b***h"Dean replays teasingly and i stare at him from the corner of my eye " can we just get drinks" i exclaim loudly

"noooo , no you arnt gonna order drinks sammy, we all know what happens" Dean says as he chuckles lightly , obviously amused by my pain

The drinks arrive and deans takes his scotish and sips from it and i stare at mine and take a tiny sip and i grimace

"how on earth do you drink this stuff its vile" i say drinking whats left of my coffee

"wanna try something cool" dean asks looking devious and i shake my head slowly

"come ooooon ,its fun ill show you that scotish can taste pretty sweet" Dean smirks at me

"Dean, enough games we have work to d--" Dean interrupts me rather rudely

"your such a girl its no wonder you can never get laid" he exclaims and frowns at me with a pout

"I...thats not true!!" i growl at him and Dean just smiles annoyingly

"well then lets try it then" he asks his hot breath on my face and i shiver as he takes my chin between his fingers and tilts my head around so we are staring at each other nose to nose the air around thickens all of a sudden and my chest tightens i bury my face in Deans shoulder.

"Dean...w..what" i begin to say but words are forgotten.

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*an evil plot bunny jumps around*

TBC batchs x) mwhahahhahaha tired of all your PoV stories!