It’s a opening passage of a fan fiction based on Supernatural, during the months between season three and season four, while Dean was still in hell.
The heat sears at his flesh, sweat pouring off him and he can feel the crunching of bone underneath his bare feet. Alistair laughs as the blade cuts through the thick muscle of Dean’s upper arm. “When are you going to learn little grasshopper?” he raises one hand, stopping the demon from slicing more skin away “I can get to you at any time. You and sweet little Cat.”
Dean’s head shoots up, the bloodstained skin around his eyes betraying the fear and anger occasioned by Alistair threatening her. He twists in the chains that hold his flayed frame upright as he makes his point. “You’re never gonna touch her. I won’t let it happen.”
“How are you going to stop me?” Alistair’s lean features twist into a mocking smile as he studies Dean. “Bring her.” The order has the demon settling down his thin blade, and scurrying away. “You know…I’m beginning to understand why you care about her. She is sweet, both inside and out.” Alistair licks his lips, the implication clear even as he smirks.
Dean fights harder as Cat is dragged into the room, the sight of white bone through a rip in her jeans causes adrenaline to spiral through him despite his injuries.
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I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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