Someone likes it hot 1/3

Hi,

this article will be somewhat different from my usual ones.

Once I was amidst my 11 hr work shift I wondered If I'm capable of writing anything beside essays or articles expressing my personal thoughts. Therefore I started to draw up a plot to Supernatural inspired fan fiction.

Admittedly, this was something I've never done before as swimming with my eyes open. I was for a while surrounded by nagging voice of my self-confidence which was restricting me from writing a single word.

Yet after two hours, I overcame this artistic block and finally started.

At last, I personally wish you a very pleasant reading full of adventure and good time.

Title: Someone likes it hot

Genre: Horror, Fantasy,Thriller, Drama

Inspired by CW's show Supernatural

Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Deborah*

*Deborah is a female fictional character created to fit the story.

The pounding sound of his heart was so earsplitting that Dean felt like the world around him fell deadly silent. Scarlet blood was rhythmically dripping from his trembling hands. The sudden translucent veil blurred his vision and the environment started to melt. The last thing he saw before a thick oblivious darkness embraced him, was a silhouette running towards him in the blaze of piercing flames. Then, as if someone switched off the switch, it was dark and cold.

Dean opened his green eyes wide sitting up in a shock.

Although, there was no sign of burning hot flames, Dean could still smell the heavy burned wood smell all over the room. Strange enough for a casual nightmare. Especially for the one which was not so different from others that were disrupting his sleep in past few weeks. No wonder he looked as tired as if he had thrown 2 all-nighters. He suspected, Sam had already noticed, judging by the wary yet worried looks. As always, Dean didn't want his brother to know that something so mundane as a nightmare was making him feel miserable. Instead of confiding his inner feelings and problems to Sam, he chose to bury everything behind solid wall made of stone deep in his mind. He rubbed his red rimmed eyes and stood up with slightly creased eyebrows.

One of the sad perks of being hunter was undoubtedly contingency. You never knew whether you'll spend an entire day digging someone's grave or fighting. Hence, you have an idea of how you should prepare, so you are recommended to always have a plan B ready up in your sleeve. Despite the heavy silence hovering above the bunker, there was something else hiding in the air. Something powerful enough to cause death of masses yet helplessly cuffed to puny creatures who inhabit the planet Earth, people. Ordinary people were usually out of it's primary concern. Those who were somehow marked right from the begging as Sam and Dean were, however, forever destined to favour the viewfinder.

Dean left his room in comfortable green flannel shirt which he didn't even bother to button up. Passing through the corridor to the nearby kitchen, he noticed two trash bags lying on the floor next to Sam's closed bedroom door. He must had been cleaning up his place, Dean thought naturally and continued walking paying no further attention to what was cramped inside of them.

He entered the kitchen and made his way to fridge. Opening it's door, seizing a bottle of his favourite beer and then simply closing it with gentle gesture. As the oval metallic door were closing, Castiel showed up behind them startling Dean who had almost spilled his drink.

"Damn Cas! How many times I told you not to..."

Castiel seemed rather gravely this time. His hair messy and pasted to the pin prickled forehead.

"Dean I, I know, but-" Castiel's voice was apologetic and strained as if he wanted to say something urgent.

"So you know I said you not to teleport behind doors, windows or other objects that are blocking my sight." said Dean in a tone so close to parent who is lecturing his child.

Castiel had absolutely no time for this.

"Dean,"his voice was rising significantly,"there is no time for this right now."

Dean stopped talking and his forehead wrinkled curiously. "Cas, what is-"

Dark haired angel drew out a dollop of black ash and little giblets of something that once was a tree branch. There are little words that would describe Dean's puzzled face which also contained a hint of disrepute as he draw his attention to the black little mound Castiel was holding.

Something was not quite right, he could tell. Cas Had never looked so terrible.

"What the hell is this ?" asked Dean as he took a few steps closer to examine the ash in greater detail.

Castiel's face was grimy as he replied " This once was a prophet..."