It was just supposed to be a simple road trip. Just two friends on a road trip through the middle of no where before filming the sequel started and they lost the right to free time. No muss, no fuss, no press.
But of course, that all went to hell, and far too literally for Chris's taste. Zach glanced over at him, terror in his eyes, as the creepy girl with tar-black eyes advanced on them.
“Oh,” she said with a cruel smirk that didn't fit her face. “Well, well, well. I must say, I'm a big fan of yours. Or at least, Annie here is.” There was no one there besides the two actors and the...thing that looked like a person. The thing threw back its head and laughed. “She's screaming at me right now, you know? Wants me to leave you alone. Poor Annie,” the black-eyed thing smirked. “What's going to happen to her when I leave and she's wanted for the murders of her favorite celebrities?”
Chris felt his skin crawl. There was something wrong here, something very, very wrong. He was an actor; he was an expert at reading body language, and there was something off about their attacker's. It – it just felt wrong to call the thing a she, although Chris had no idea why – had stopped their car in the middle of the woods with a wave of its hand, it had pulled them out without even a hint of strain, but its little movements were stiff. Wrong. Unnatural, but not just that. Rusty.
The thing stepped towards them sharply, like it was trying to scare them. It worked; Zach grabbed Chris's arm and dragged him back, away from the thing that looked like a young woman but wasn't.
“Stay away from us,” Zach said shakily. Chris twisted until he could grab Zach's hand, and he held on as if for dear life. The thing sneered at them and stepped forward again.
“Annie's gonna love this,” it said.
“I doubt it, hellbitch.”
A man appeared from behind a tree. His eyes were firmly locked on the woman-that-wasn't, and they were hate filled. He looked kind of like that guy from Dark Angel's hotter older brother. Another man loomed behind him, shadowed by the trees. There was a faint rustling on the opposite side of the road, but when Chris glanced over and back, there was no one there.
“Dean Winchester,” the thing giggled. It tossed its hair like a high school girl. “And little Sammy too. Aw, reunited once again. How was Hell? Crispy, right?”
“I wouldn't be mouthing off, if I were you,” Dean Winchester said with a sneer of his own. He stepped forward slight, catching himself in the moonlight. “You're not in any position to piss us off any more than you already have.”
“I can do what I want,” the thing snarled. “You can't stop me.”
“We already have,” the looming man said flatly. “Look up.”
The thing did, and so did Chris and Zach, because it wasn't like there was anything else that they could do. It took a second to stop them under the night sky, but then the clouds shifted and they could make out the faint gleam of wiring. Back and forth it went, twisting across the road in a pattern that seemed familiar.
A star. A pentagram. And they (and the woman-that-wasn't) were smack in the middle of it.
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But of course, that all went to hell, and far too literally for Chris's taste. Zach glanced over at him, terror in his eyes, as the creepy girl with tar-black eyes advanced on them.
“Oh,” she said with a cruel smirk that didn't fit her face. “Well, well, well. I must say, I'm a big fan of yours. Or at least, Annie here is.” There was no one there besides the two actors and the...thing that looked like a person. The thing threw back its head and laughed. “She's screaming at me right now, you know? Wants me to leave you alone. Poor Annie,” the black-eyed thing smirked. “What's going to happen to her when I leave and she's wanted for the murders of her favorite celebrities?”
Chris felt his skin crawl. There was something wrong here, something very, very wrong. He was an actor; he was an expert at reading body language, and there was something off about their attacker's. It – it just felt wrong to call the thing a she, although Chris had no idea why – had stopped their car in the middle of the woods with a wave of its hand, it had pulled them out without even a hint of strain, but its little movements were stiff. Wrong. Unnatural, but not just that. Rusty.
The thing stepped towards them sharply, like it was trying to scare them. It worked; Zach grabbed Chris's arm and dragged him back, away from the thing that looked like a young woman but wasn't.
“Stay away from us,” Zach said shakily. Chris twisted until he could grab Zach's hand, and he held on as if for dear life. The thing sneered at them and stepped forward again.
“Annie's gonna love this,” it said.
“I doubt it, hellbitch.”
A man appeared from behind a tree. His eyes were firmly locked on the woman-that-wasn't, and they were hate filled. He looked kind of like that guy from Dark Angel's hotter older brother. Another man loomed behind him, shadowed by the trees. There was a faint rustling on the opposite side of the road, but when Chris glanced over and back, there was no one there.
“Dean Winchester,” the thing giggled. It tossed its hair like a high school girl. “And little Sammy too. Aw, reunited once again. How was Hell? Crispy, right?”
“I wouldn't be mouthing off, if I were you,” Dean Winchester said with a sneer of his own. He stepped forward slight, catching himself in the moonlight. “You're not in any position to piss us off any more than you already have.”
“I can do what I want,” the thing snarled. “You can't stop me.”
“We already have,” the looming man said flatly. “Look up.”
The thing did, and so did Chris and Zach, because it wasn't like there was anything else that they could do. It took a second to stop them under the night sky, but then the clouds shifted and they could make out the faint gleam of wiring. Back and forth it went, twisting across the road in a pattern that seemed familiar.
A star. A pentagram. And they (and the woman-that-wasn't) were smack in the middle of it.