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Crossroads

As Bottles Call My Name, I Won't See You Tonight

*One Week Later*

I stared blankly into the amber liquid in the glass, my mind a comfortable blur. I'd spent just about every second of this past week drinking myself into oblivion, anything to numb the ache of losing the love of my life in that horrific fire. The worst part of it all was being unable to tell the others the full truth of what I'd seen prior to the blaze. None of them had any insight into the supernatural, I'd kept what little knowledge I had to myself. Not that any of them would believe me, anyhow, they'd probably just have me committed.

My first thought was that Crowley was responsible; Trying to ensure nothing kept me from holding up my end of our deal. So I'd high-tailed it out to the crossroads in Death Valley...



"CROWLEY!" I roared, cutting through the quiet of the night. "SHOW YOURSELF, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"



"Back again, Mr. Haner?"
"It was you, wasn't it?" I growled. "You killed her."
"Killed who?"
"Michelle!" I snapped.
"I think you've got your wires crossed, mate." Crowley replied. "A Demon did kill Michelle, but it wasn't Me."
"Save the bullshit, Crowley."
"Cross my heart." he pressed, placing his hand over his chest. "Or, lack thereof."
"If it wasn't you, then who was it?!" I demanded.
"That's for you to figure out." Crowley smirked. "Don't forget, this is your job now, snagging rogues."
"Bring her back, and you've got yourself a deal."
"I'm afraid I can't do that." he frowned.
"And why the fuck not?!"
"Because unlike your Giraffe of a friend, dear old 'Chelle Belle's death wasn't a result of natural causes." he stated. "It was, one could say... Supernatural."
"You're a fucking crossroads demon!" I spat.
"Was, a crossroads demon." Crowley corrected me. "Now, King of Hell."
"King of Hell?" I asked, puzzled. "What happened to Lucifer?"
"Luci was a bad boy, and had to go back in his cage." he chuckled. "So I'm in charge, now."
"And the new King of Hell can't override the rules?"
"No can do." Crowley started, pacing in a slow circle around me. "Works to my benefit, you see. One less thing to hold you back from doing your job, and you're the bait for the little shit-stain that did it."
"You sadistic bastard, I'm not interested in your games."
"And what could you offer me instead, hmm?" he cocked an eyebrow. "I've got your soul, I've got you on a leash, now be a good boy and DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD!" he roared.
"Or what?" I challenged him.
Crowley snapped his fingers, and a sharp pain shot through my fingers, causing me to cry out and fall to my knees. "Or you can kiss that little gift of yours goodbye."
"My life's over anyway." I croaked, wincing from the pain. "You'll have to do a lot more than render my hands useless to get to me."
"I could always give your friend a heart attack." Crowley sniggered. "Have fun explaining how he could be one hundred percent healthy, no more enlarged heart, and then suddenly drop dead."
I scowled at him.
"Not so lippy now, are we?" he teased.
"Go to Hell."
"Poor choice of words." he responded. "So, gonna suck it up and do your job?"
I clenched my jaw, knowing Michelle wouldn't want me to give up Jimmy for her, and nodded.
"There's a good boy." Crowley smiled, snapping his fingers and ridding me of the agony. "Best get to it then."
"And where do you suppose I start looking?" I asked, cracking my wrists and getting to my feet.
But Crowley had disappeared.
"Dammit!"




So here I sat, night after night, drowning my sorrows at Johnny's bar. What had previously been a little white lie I'd told about grieving the almost-death of my best friend, had become a terrible, painful reality where I instead, was grieving the loss of my Fiance. It wasn't right; Michelle and I were so close, so close to pure happiness. I was free of my death sentence and promised a long, human life. At a price, of course, but I was more than ready to spend the rest of my life with her.

"Hey." Jimmy said, nudging my arm as he slid into the bar stool beside me.
I grunted in response, downing the glass and embracing the burn as the liquid drizzled down my throat.
"Brian, I know you're hurting-"
"That's an understatement." I grumbled, gesturing at the bar tender to bring me another drink.
"But you can't keep going like this, you're gonna drink yourself into an early grave."
"Who cares." I replied, grasping my now refilled glass of whiskey. "At least then I'd be with her."
"Michelle wouldn't want this." Jimmy frowned.
"How do you know what Michelle would want?!" I snapped. "It may have escaped your notice, but Michelle was burned the fuck alive!"
"Matt did all that he could, he couldn't get to her in time..."
"Yeah well, the love of my life is fucking gone, so fuck you, and fuck your idea of what Michelle would want." I spat. "If I drink myself to death, so be it." I downed the rest of my glass and got to my feet.
"Brian, where are you going?" Jimmy called after me as I made my way to the door.
"I don't know." I replied. "Anywhere but here..."

***



The neon lights outside the Motel cast a dim glow upon the room as I stared at the ceiling. My house had burned to the ground, I no longer had a home, and I'd rejected Jimmy's offer to let me crash at his place. I had zero desire to speak to anyone right now, I wanted to be alone. My entire life had fallen apart and it was taking all I had not to just waltz into the bathroom and hang myself right here and now.

Shattered were my dreams of marrying the one girl I'd loved ever since eighth grade, of raising a family with her. The visions in my head of me teaching my never-to-be-born Son how to play guitar were to forever remain a dream. Yeah, I had neglected to mention that fact; Michelle had been pregnant when she died. We'd found out just a few weeks before Matt and Val's Wedding and were planning on surprising everyone with the news, along with the baby's sex, just as Jimmy had wound up in a coma.

I rolled over onto my side, squeezing my eyes shut, begging for sleep to claim me. But as much as I tossed and turned, I couldn't drift off, my mind was too active. The buzzing sensation coursing throughout my body as the alcohol started to wear off wasn't helping, either. I sighed and sat up, snatching the box of Marlboros from my nightstand and going outside.

The cool night air was refreshing and a nice change from the too-hot feeling I'd had beneath the covers due to my body temperature. I reveled in the soothing comfort as the nicotine entered my system, gazing absentmindedly at the post in front of me. As my eyes drifted into focus, I noticed a missing person's poster taped to it;

MISSING
Cassiopia Whyre
Last seen: December 26th
Please contact the number below if you have any information that could help us bring our daughter home


The name seemed oddly familiar, as did her face. I racked my brain for where I could have seen her before. After a few moments it clicked; Not Cassiopia, I'd known her as Cassie, my old classmate from Huntington Beach High School. The very girl who had sold me the cat bones at Shadows of Salem all those years ago.

And now she was missing, days before Michelle went up in flames. Something fucked up was going down in Huntington Beach, and if I couldn't bring Michelle back from the grave, the very least I could do was try to stop whatever was happening before someone else got hurt. I finished my cigarette and flicked it to the ground, snuffing it out with my shoe and going back inside to retrieve my car keys.

The engine of my 1969 Dodge Charger roared to life as I slowly backed out of the Motel carpark, before driving off into the night...

Notes

*Giggle* I had to make the cheesy Supernatural comment in this, but more Crowley, ya'll satisfied??

Also, there's character profiles now, and you'll notice quite a number of familiar names and faces. So keen to get into this story now Brian's got some incentive to Hunt, stay tuned!!

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Oh and just because I'm a giant attention whore,
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http://ghost-on-a-sea-of-wine.tumblr.com/post/164112039644/

It even got Dan Abel's approval on Instagram so I am one happy little Deathbat ^_^

Until next time xx

Comments

@shortygirl
I'm going to my 2nd one in June, gonna meet Misha, Richard Speight and Matt Cohen
And maybe get my Hunter's Journal signed by Jim Beaver ^_^

I wanted to do the photo op so bad but I was paying for two people at the convention. The conventions are so much fun.

its about time Brian gets in the hunters dress code. Plaid and flannel all the way.

shortygirl shortygirl
2/9/18

@M Shadows;
If you ever have a chance to go to a Supernatural convention, I highly encourage it! They're absolutely wonderful, I was almost in tears of happiness the entire time.
And I'm so glad you enjoy this story so much. ^_^

It sounds like you had a lot of fun! Man I want to go to a supernatural con! Ugh!!! Plus I lov d this chapter and can’t wait to read more! The picture of Brian is a really good one and since reading this I could picture him in the show! I’m so glad I found this story!

M Shadows; M Shadows;
1/18/18

@dropsofpain1
AHH! Thank you so much for commenting!!