The Chronicles of The Supernatural:

The Beginning of Everything

Matthew Prifty

Note: I have always been fascinated by and have done an extensive amount of research about the paranormal and psychic abilities. Anything and everything within these pages are not based on any documented events that I know of, and any theories presented here are theories I have come up with on my own and are my own beliefs. Enjoy the story.

How do we define evil? Do we define it by random death? Do we consider terrorist organizations absolute evil? Is that as far as it goes? Greed, lust, and rage are recognized by some as roots of evil. How do we define evil?

Prologue

Place: Uknown

Date: 12th Century A.D.

“Now is the time my brothers,” said The Mysterious Voice. The demented voice sounded both ghostly and snake like all at once. One of the most evil voices you can imagine. It spoke in the darkness of damnation, calmly, but commanding, drawing the attention of all those present within the ninth level.

“We have waited hundreds of years for this moment. Humanity will finally fall, and we will once again walk the earth unopposed. Nobody will stop us, not even Michael. We are punished for worshiping and loving God. The time has come to show Heaven how mistaken it was sending us away.”

With that said, the subjects of The Voice departed, and continued with their duties. Blood curdling screams once again filled the smoky blackness, echoing off the rough jagged walls of the abyss. “Is there anything further my lord?” one of the subjects asked.

“You will be the one to begin this my son,” proclaimed The Voice. “You will travel to your vessel and begin the destruction of humanity.”

“My Lord,” the Demon began, “it will take many centuries for me to leave this place.”

“I don’t care how it takes you!” explained the Voice now getting irritated at the questioning of his word. “You will do this or be punished.

The Demon gulped, “Where shall I start my Lord?”

“The strength of God’s church lies in Europe,” the Voice began explaining using his previous eerie, calm, tone. “Once you have acquired your vessel you shall start there. Do not stop until you have accomplished this task.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“To aid you,” the Voice began, “Once you are ready to leave, I shall send greater numbers of lesser demons from the first level to distract the hosts of Heaven from your activities.”

“Many thanks my Lord,” the Demon said as he bowed to his master hidden in the darkness. “I shall not fail.”

The servant turned on his heels and marched away to prepare for his journey out of the black abyss and complete the task he was assigned.

“I know you won’t fail, stated The Voice almost in a soothing tone. “You know what shall happen to you should your journey be unsuccessful.”

As the servant was walking away he heard The Voice chuckle slightly, but maliciously, and gave a slight shiver as he thought of the consequences should he fail.

The Demon walked to his study. He needed to prepare for his time away from home, and had to learn everything he could about humans. Learning how they, lived, talked, looked, ate, and so on, was all important to the success of the mission his master had just given him. The Demon gathered books of research performed by previous lesser demons that were sent out in previous years. As he journeyed through The Pit he would be receiving new updates on the research, but for now he was stuck in his study with his books and a black bowl with little spikes jutting out all around it. This bowl would be used to gaze at images from the surface.

“This is going to take a while,” the Demon exclaimed to himself as he stared at the numerous stacks of books, some being ten books high, placed all around the study.

Chapter 1

The Decision Which Would Begin Everything Which Would Follow

Place: Connecticut (The town isn’t that important)

Date: October 26, 2009

A gentle breeze was blowing on this particular day. School was out and children were already at the playgrounds with their parents. Dean was walking through the hordes of running giggling children, who were playing tag or coming down the slides and sprinting back up to go down them again, to join his friends at a picnic table. Dean was a moderately built guy, use to be on the baseball team, with short dirty blonde hair gelled up in the front, you know, the popular look for guys when we were in sixth grade, and he always wore the same outfits: jeans and a t-shirt with biker boots during the spring and summer, and added on either a sweatshirt or jacket or both during fall and winter, and had amazing deep blue eyes. Hugging the girls and fist pounding the fellas Dean sat down and took out a cigarette and lighter.

“So Dean,” one of the girls, Dayna, started, “what are you doing for Halloween this year?” Dayna was sweet, smart, and adventurous. She was always the one person in the group to come up with the ideas which got them in trouble, but it was always her smarts that got them out. It was really a no brainer why she was accepted into the University of Connecticut, Penn. State, and other colleges of the like.

“I’m not really sure.” Dean replied, “I was really just planning on staying home and smoking some pot with my brother. He’s going to try to come home from Purdue this weekend to celebrate my birthday. Why? What’s going on?”

Smiling Dayna replied, “Well, we were going to go ghost hunting in some cemetery which is supposed to be haunted. Want to come with?”

“Hmmm. The cemetery iron fence is chained shut at night?”

“Yup.”

“Police patrols?”

“Sometimes.”

“No easy way to get in I assume.”

“Of course not.”

“Is this your crazy idea?”

“Absolutely!” exclaimed Dayna, almost looking offended, “You think any of you guys have the sack to come up with a crazy idea like this? I think not.”

“Well if that’s the case then I’m in,” Dean said with a grin on his face.

Dayna’s eyes lit up with absolute joy, as if she were a kid and just got a huge candy bar. “Awesome! We’re gonna have so much fun! Plus it’ll be a neat birthday gift for you”

“Yea,” Dean responded, “as long as we don’t get caught.”

“I’ll pick you up Dean,” the other girl Jo chimed in, “since I know where to go and you’re closest to my house.” Jo’s full name is Joanna. She and Dean had been best friends since they were kids, and were hardly ever separated from one another. They even had all their senior classes together this year, which inevitably led almost everyone in school to believe they were finally dating, but just weren’t making it public. Jo was pretty tall, about five feet ten inches, fair skinned, had straight, long, blonde hair, beautiful emerald eyes, and she was in the marching band; played trumpet. Actually if you took a few steps back and looked at her, you’d think she was an angel.

“Awesome. What time you comin’ to get me?” Dean asked Jo.

“I’ll let you know Friday okay?” responded Jo giving him a light smile.

“Sure, that’s fine.” returning the smile to his best friend. Dean turned away to take a drag from his cigarette. Just as he pulled the cancerous thing from his mouth he noticed an odd looking man. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with his dark onyx hair slicked behind him. The man had dark heavy eyes and a solid face which looked with no emotion that Dean could see. Dean knew what he was looking at. He had seen these things ever since he was a kid and he never told anybody, except his parents. Dean was a psychic, a clairvoyant to be more exact, and was now staring at a wandering spirit. By the way, psychics, mediums, and clairvoyants are all considered the same thing.

Dean’s first supernatural experience occurred on his sixth birthday. He and his mom were playing in a park one weekend afternoon. While playing in the sandbox he saw another child staring at him, just like the man was staring at him now, but not as intense. The boy then turned, walked away, and before vanishing at the bordering tree line, he walked through a tall oak tree which was standing in the middle of the park. He had turned to his mom and asked her if she had seen what had just happened, but his mom gave him no mind. She hadn’t seen anything.

The only person Dean knew to ever suspect his extraordinary senses was Dayna. She and Dean once went to a supposed haunted house by themselves. The other guys had baseball practice and Jo had marching band practice. Before entering the house, Dayna noticed Dean looking at the lawn on the left side of the house as if he saw someone. He was tense and looked almost scared, like he had seen a ghost. Dean quickly asked to leave and she agreed with no argument. Dayna never asked Dean what had spooked him, but he had a feeling she always speculated.

“Dean!” shouted Jack one of the guys sitting at the table and Dean, of course, jumped a few inches, and everyone chuckled. “You ok man? You looked like those damn cigarettes were finally about to kill you. You see what he was staring at Mark?”

“No, not really. I’m not the child creeping type.” replied Mark, tapping Dean showing he was fooling around.

“Yea Mark. We all know you prefer animals. Mostly goats and sheep right?” retorted Dean with a smirk. Laughing the group stood up, once again hugged and pounded fists, reassured each other they would talk later, and went home.

Jack and Markwere the jokers of the group. They were twins, which got really annoying after a while. You know how in Harry Potter, Fred and George always finish each other’s sentences? Yea, that got annoying really quick. In fact they were pretty much like Fred and George in every way except for the physical details. They had bark colored hair and sea water eyes and were the same build as Dean, but had a better fashion sense, and were never seen without the other.

When Dean returned home his mother, Mary, was making dinner and his father, Peter, was still at work and would not be home for another fifteen minutes, which would be when dinner would be ready, just like every night. Dean’s brother, Derek, was still at college and wouldn’t be returning home until Friday night.

“How was your day dear?” Mary asked. She was wearing a bright pink apron and making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob.

“Good,” Dean replied, his usual response to the question his parents asked him every night. He grabbed a soda from the stainless steel refrigerator and went to his room.

Their house was a one floor grayish blue colored ranch in the suburban part of town. It was one of those houses where it looked like a good size house on the outside but once you were inside it could be seen how large it really was. Dean’s room was at the end of the left hallway as you entered the house from the front door. It was a very modest room which contained posters of some of Dean’s favorite bands, AC/DC, Led Zepplin, and Metallica on the walls along with hanging picture frames of family travels such as Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, New York City. Dean had an oak desk in front of his window and kept his MAC book and desk lamp on it as well as a double picture frame. On one side a picture of him and his small family last Christmas, and on the other side a picture of him and his crew. The final objects in the room is of course the bed with a solid black bed spread and grey sheets, a dresser with mirror, and a small walk in closet on the other side of the room from the window.

Dean didn’t like extravagance, as I’m sure you were able to guess by now. He even felt his house was too extravagant for him even though he had been living there his whole life. His dad was a bank manager and could afford all the nice tile floors, and hard wood and molding and the pool attached to the back deck. When Dean played baseball he was considered the best player on team, but he didn’t like all the attention so he quit. It’s not like he was planning on going pro anyway. Perhaps it was his long time secret of his psychic ability which made Dean so modest.

As predicted, Peter returned home fifteen minutes after Dean had, and with the arrival of his Lexus LS460 dinner was ready.

“So Dean how was your day?” Peter asked Dean as the family sat down at the dinner table.

“Good,” Dean once again replied. He didn’t know why his parents bothered asking him anymore he was just going to give them the same answer.

“Well that’s good. Do you have any plans for Halloween?” Peter asked, “I’m sure Dayna has been getting something together. Am I right buddy?” Peter inferred.

“Actually yes, we’re going to a haunted cemetery.” Dean explained, surprised by his father’s question. Dean wondered if his father would ever cease to amaze him. Peter always seemed to know what Dean and his friends had discussed before Dean had told him, and it was usually something hadn’t told his mother. Dean thought that his abilities were passed down from his father down to him, and wondered if his dad could see the future or read minds.

“A cemetery?” asked Mary. “Those are usually locked up at night, and are patrolled by the police. I don’t like this idea Dean. Dayna is being more of a bad influence than usual.”

“Mom its Dayna, of course this would be something she would come up with. Besides it’s not as bad as when we toilet papered the police station. Don’t worry we’ll be ok. You know Dayna can talk us out of any and every type of trouble; except for the toilet paper thing of course.”

“I don’t know,” Mary said with a concerned motherly tone, “what do you think Peter?”

As usual, when it came to decisions like this, Peter closed his eyes and didn’t answer for a moment. He then opened his eyes and replied, “They’ll be fine. I say let him go.” It’s that kind of thing which made Dean think his dad was psychic.

Reluctantly, Mary agreed and the family finished their dinner.

Chapter 2

What the Hell Was That?

Place: Cemetery

Time: Halloween 2009

“Damn it!” the Demon shouted. “It’s bad enough I spent nine hundred years getting my ass up here, but now I find I’m in a damn cemetery. If I wasn’t in such a fucking hurry to get out of Hell, I might have found the door I was looking for.” The Demon paused for a second then exclaimed, “Great, now I’m talking like a damn human, stupid goddamned research and language practicing. Oh well, at least I’m finally out and free.”

The Demon drifted around the cemetery above the human spirits which were walking around, lost in between the world of the living and the dead. He looked down at the different elaborate headstones, and began contemplating what to do next.

The servant sighed, “Well, I guess now I have a couple options. I can either float around here with these dead beat spirits, all the while waiting for some poor unsuspecting human to possess, or I can leave here and go hunting for any meat suit of my choice.”

The Demon then heard something. It sounded like people, but where was it coming from? He also sensed something, along with hearing the voices. It was a strong, powerful force; a psychic perhaps?

“If it is a psychic,” thought the Demon, “it’ll be easier to possess that person than the others. The psychic seems to be quite powerful for me to sense them from this distance. It’ll be hard getting in, but with his power he could be the very definition of the perfect vessel.”

The Demon searched around for a few moments, and then saw a light in the distance, getting closer. The Demon floated where he was allowing the light to get closer and closer.

About two hours earlier:

“Dean! Hurry up we’re gonna be late meeting the others!” Jo yelled down the hall to Dean. As usual he was slow as hell to get ready to go out.

“Hang on Jo; I’ll be out in a minute!” Dean yelled back. “Jesus can’t even give me five minutes,” Dean thought to himself.

As promised Dean came out of his room and down the hall in about a minute. He was dressed in all black: boots, jeans, shirt and jacket. He looked like he was going to rob a bank minus the ski mask. Jo was dressed the exact same way; except her outfit hugged her body and she looked damn hotter than Dean did with her flowing blonde locks and emerald eyes. She looked more angelic than she usually did, so much so Dean did nothing but stare at her for a moment. Finally he managed to say, “Wow,” and that was it.

Jo, stood where she was looking a little embarrassed, but more flattered than anything else. If all it took for Dean to look at her the way he just had was to dress in all black tight clothing she would have dressed like that every day of her life. “So, are you ready to go now that you’re done undressing me with your eyes Dean?” asked Jo as jokingly as she could. All Dean could was blush and look down. Jo had a feeling tonight would be interesting, she had no idea how right she was.

Jo and Dean arrived at the cemetery about ten minutes before the others. The two of them spent most of the wait in silence, the entire time shuffling ideas and topics in their heads of things to talk about. It was pretty awkward, as usual. After a couple minutes of thinking Dean had an idea. If he really cared about Jo as much as he knew he did, he would tell her his deepest secret. After all they had been friends since they were kids, so why not tell her what he has only told his parents? Slowly and cautiously he turned to Jo.

“Um, Jo?” Dean nervously started, “Can I tell you something, even if it sounds a little,” Dean paused for a moment and rephrased, “well actually, massively, massively crazy?”

“Of course Dean,” Jo reassured her lifelong friend. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, um,” Dean replied. “Can I smoke in here?”Dean asked. Jo gave him a nod. “Thanks.” Dean lit the filtered Camel, “This is something I have only told my parents because they believe in this stuff and believed me as soon as it came out of my mouth.”

“Oh. Okay. What is it?”

Dean had every kind of emotion you can think of having run though his head at once. He took a deep breath, “Okay. Jo? I’m a psychic, well more exactly I’m a clairvoyant. I can see, hear, feel, smell, and maybe taste, I don’t know because I’ve never tried, spirits, or ghosts if you prefer layman’s terms.”

Jo just sat there with a look of both shock and understanding. Dean was afraid she thought he was crazy. She just sat there looking dumb founded, he even thought he saw her hand reach for the door handle, but at a closer and more rational look, Jo seemed calm and any fear Dean had quickly diminished, and he sat patiently waiting for a response.

“I think,” Jo started, “somehow I knew that already, if not suspected. I don’t know how, but I think it’s just the way you look sometimes. It’s like you’re looking at a person who isn’t there sometimes, like the other day at the park when you just seemed to space out.”

“Yeah, I was looking at a spirit of a man in a tux,” Dean explained. “I’ve been able to use my abilities for as long as I can remember. I’ve pretty much been seeing spirits all my life. I think my dad has abilities too. I just get this feeling when I’m around him, probably like the feeling you get when I start ‘spacing out’. But, I’m telling you this because I know you won’t tell any of the others.”

“Of course I won’t,” Jo reassured Dean. “Will you be okay tonight then? I mean, if you’re that sensitive then should you really be here? This is supposed to be one of the most haunted cemeteries in the U.S. you know.”

“Yeah I know, and I have no idea how I’m going to react when we get in there.”

A few moments after, the rest of the gang, Dayna, Mark, and Jack, showed up dressed in black as well. I know surprise, surprise right? The crew unloaded all their equipment. They had digital cameras, video cameras with night vision, and flash lights, and chain cutters to enter through the cemetery gate. Dean only carried a flash light and the chain cutters; being a psychic he didn’t really need any devices to know if there were spirits about. They approached the gate and Dean cut the chain locking the two gate doors and the group entered.

The group entered the cemetery with excitement and anticipation. The environment was perfect for Halloween, practically right out of a horror flick. There was a light fog which was just thick enough to make the visibility decrease a little and make the fog seem like it was wrapping around the trees and headstones. The sky was completely empty of clouds and you could see the stars and the moon was just about full and shining bright across the fog, making it look even creepier.

As they walked about the misty graveyard Jack and Mark took random photos, Dayna was recording video, and Jo and Dean had the flashlights. Dean appeared to be walking in a daze scanning the area from left to right and right to left. He could see an abundance of spirits walking around or just plain orbs, which are spirits not strong enough to take a previous form, floating and darting everywhere. There were spirits of children running around and playing, Native American chiefs dressed in full ceremony clothes, including the feathered crowns, starring at him with easy observant eyes, spirits from the colonial period to the present day were all around them.

When they had spent an hour walking, or were about half way into the cemetery, Dean came up behind Jo and whispered in her ear so the others couldn’t hear, “There are so many spirits here. This is unbelievable. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“You look very intrigued Dean,” Jo stated. “I wish I could see what you are seeing.”

“Once the brothers get the photos printed out you will be able to see them,” Dean reassured her.

Another hour passed and the group was about to turn around and walk back when Dean caught something out of the corner of his eye. “What the hell?” Dean thought. He walked cautiously to the area where he had seen the thing, away from the group. Jo noticed his change of direction gave her flash light to Dayna and followed him curious about what he saw.

“Hey guys?” Mark called, “Where you going?”

“Go on ahead you guys,” Dean replied. “We’ll catch up.”

“If you two wanted some alone time all you had to do was ask,” Jack joked.

“Knock it off Jack,” Dayna retorted.

Jack, Mark, and Danya went on ahead walking toward the exit, and Dean and Jo walked to their left. The two of them were walking toward one of the oldest parts of the cemetery. Old worn out head stones were scattered about this area. Dean suddenly stopped, looking dead ahead and of the direction he was facing and up a little bit.

“What do you see Dean?” Jo silently asked looking in the same direction he was, “You looked puzzled. What is it?”

“I see smoke,” he said. “I see this weird black smoke. I don’t know what it is, but it’s just floating there not rising or blowing with the wind or anything. It’s just floating there, and I’ve never seen anything like it. But it’s also making me a little uneasy. Like, I don’t know what kind of spirit it is; don’t know if it’s good or bad.”

“C’mon,” urged Jo grabbing Dean’s arm. “Let’s go join the others. We shouldn’t get too separated.”

“Yeah alright.” Dean answered, “The smoke is leaving anyway.”

The smoke turned, swirled a little in the air and then vanished from Dean’s sight. Dean was very uneasy. He didn’t know what he saw but he felt as though it wasn’t anything good. He and Jo decided to join the others. It took them a while to catch up to them. Jack, Dayna, and Mike appeared to have stopped and waited for them.

“Boy you guys took your sweet time,” Mark teases

“You’re just jealous Mark,” retorted Jo, “that I’ll give it to Dean and not you.”

With that they all burst laughing, and the on lookers, Dean, Jack, and Danya, let loose a loud “BURN!”, and they laughed even harder. All Mark could do was stand there and take it; he knew he had set himself up for that one. After that Jo and Mark made up with a hug and the group continued walking, heading for the gate. At one point, during their walk, a spirit, which Dean could see was boy who appeared to be twelve, grabbed Dayna’s pig tails and began playing with them. Dean did all he could not to laugh as everyone started freaking out and the brothers began flashing pictures. The teens were positive their night would be quite worth the illegal trespassing during the afterhours of the cemetery.

“You know I’m surprised there aren’t any cops patrolling this place.” Dayna stated, “I was really hoping to work my magic and talk us out of trouble.”

“I think it’s a nice change of pace,” Dean commented. “It seems every time we trespass or do something stupid we have to let you talk us out of going to jail or something.”

“Except for the toilet paper thing,” Jo reminded him.

“Right,” Dean acknowledged, “except the toilet paper thing.”

They continued on, stopping every so often to look at some of the headstones more closely. They had packed up the cameras and were pretty tired from being so excited all night. Leading the way was Dean with Jo by his side as always. The two of them were so close in fact that their hands were just about touching and the other three walked behind them murmuring.

“Are those two ever going to start dating? Jesus,” Mark commented. “It would make things so much easier for all of us.”

“Yea I know,” Jack added. “I don’t think it would really hurt that much if they went official.”

Finally, they could see the gate and began to walk faster. They didn’t know why they started walking faster they just did. The group reached the gate and Dean let everyone through the gate before him. Just as Mark exited Dean turned to face the cemetery once more and then he saw it again, the black smoke. Only this time it wasn’t stationary it was moving, fast; moving towards him! Before Dean could react the smoke had reached him and the next thing Dean knew he was in the air, and he landed on his left side, on the top of the hood of Jo’s car.

“What the hell was that?!” Jo exclaimed and ran to Dean’s side as he rolled of the car and on to the ground o his hands and knees. The others followed her lead and rushed to help Dean on his feet. “Dean what happened?” Jo asked

Dean was hesitant in his answer, “I don’t know. I turned to look at the cemetery one more time and next thing I know I’m in the air. I don’t know what it was. Did you get it on camera Dayna?”

“No Dean,” Dayna replied. “I put it back I my bag when we started heading back. Sorry.”

“It’s okay Dayna. Let’s just get out of here guys; I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.” With that said Dean got into the passenger seat of Jo’s car, and Jo slid into the driver seat and started the car.

Jo turned to Dean before putting the car gear, “Do you want to tell me?” she asked him.

Dean just sat there and shook his head, “There’s nothing to tell Jo. You saw what happened.”

“Yeah, I saw,” Jo responded taken a little aback by the comment, and started the car.

As they pulled away from the accursed cemetery Dean knew there was something wrong. He felt weird, like not himself, like there was something in him.

Chapter 3

Step One Complete

Place: Dean’s House

Time: Day after Halloween 2:00 am

Jo pulled into the driveway and Dean still had his head against the passenger window. The two of them hadn’t talked the entire drive back to Dean’s house. Dean was pale and still seemed to be shaken by his violent experience back at the cemetery. Jo was very concerned for her lifelong friend. Dean didn’t appear to have any broken bones; actually he wasn’t acting like he wasn’t in any pain just sickly looking.

“Dean you don’t look too good,” Jo stated. “Do you want me to help you out of the car and come in with you? Your parents will want to know what happened and why you look so bad.” Dean still didn’t speak. He just nodded his head a little. “Okay. I’ll come around and help you out,” Jo said. She got out of the car and opened Dean’s door, “Okay sasquatch come on,” Jo urged as she grabbed his arm and help him out.

Dean turned to Jo, “I’m sorry Jo. About before, back at the cemetery. It wasn’t necessary, and I know you just wanted to help.”

Jo was looking right into Dean’s eyes as he said this. There was a kind of remorse he had never seen before, like when you yell at your dog for something and it gives you that I’m sorry look. “It’s okay Dean,” Jo said accepting his apology.

During the ride back to the house Dean hadn’t shown any sign of pain or anguish after being thrown onto the hood of the car. Now that he was walking it was quite evident he had been hurt. Each step he took made his face distorted with pain and his breathe came out in short grunts as he limped.

As shitty as Jo said he looked, Dean was sure he felt worse. He would make that determination when he looked at himself in a mirror. The pair walked to the front door and entered the house. As they walked through the foyer, Dean glanced at the wall mirror, “oh yeah,” Dean thought to himself, “I definitely look better than I feel.”

Jo brought Dean through the kitchen and into the family room where Peter and Mary were watching the 50” plasma. Hearing the entrance the parents turned to look and immediately jumped.

“Oh my God!” Mary exclaimed, “Dean what happened?”

“Well mom,” Dean started, “you know how I say almost daily ‘shit happens’? Well shit happened.”

“You don’t have to tell us what happened tonight,” Peter chimed in. “Get some sleep.”

“Jo can tell you what she saw,” assured Dean.

“Come on Hun let’s get you to bed,” urged Mary.

Peter and Jo followed them and stayed in the kitchen, and Mary went to help Dean into bed. Peter went to the counter and started making coffee and took out three coffee mugs. Mary came back after awhile and finished making the coffee.

“So Jo,” Peter started, “you want to tell us what the hell happened to our son?”

“Of course,” Jo answered. “But first you should know something. Dean told me about his powers.”

With that Peter and Mary looked each other and then back at her with a look of a deer in headlights. Dean had always been so reserved about his gift they thought he would never tell anyone.

“When did he tell you dear?” Mary asked.

“At the cemetery while we were waiting for the others,” answered Jo. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

“We know that Jo,” Peter said. “He wouldn’t have told you unless he trusted you; and now that we got that out of the way, tell us what happened.”

From the beginning of their night to Dean’s Superman accident, Jo told everything she could. When she told of the black smoke Peter shifted in his chair and cleared his pretended to clear is throat. Jo finished her story and when she told of Dean being thrown through the air Mary gave a short gasp as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs.

“Did you see the black smoke?” Peter asked when Jo finished the story.

“No, I didn’t,” she answered. “Dean thought it was some kind of spirit. Do you know what it was?”

“Well,” Peter began to explain, “there’s a phenomenon called ‘shadow people’. It’s a supernatural phenomenon usually associated with angry spirits, demons, and poltergeists. The black smoke Dean saw could have been anyone of these, and it could have been what threw Dean onto the car.”

After discussing the events of the night Jo left and promised to come by later in the afternoon. Peter and Mary went back to the kitchen.

“Well this was definitely unexpected,” Peter stated

“You said he’d be fine Peter,” Mary said.

“I was focusing on cops catching them not supernatural encounters,” defended Peter. “If I had known this would happen I wouldn’t have let him go you know that.”

“I know that Peter. So what are we going to do?”

“Keep a close eye on him, see if his personality changes. We have holy water right?”

“I think so. Tell me he’ll be ok.”

“He’ll be fine.”

“Well that was fun,” the Demon thought to himself, “I banged this kid up pretty good. I guess I didn’t need as much force as I thought. But it did take me three attempts to get inside this meat suit, and he saw me too not exactly a small feat. This kid is highly gifted with extraordinary psychic abilities, though he is still early is his development. It’ll be fun tapping into these abilities. However I must first conquer his spirit before I can even begin to attempt to control him. I suppose I shouldn’t waste any time finding it either.”

I think there needs to be some explanation here. When a person is possessed the spirit or demon possessing them enters their subconscious part of the mind. If we were to be able to see our subconscious mind I believe we would see something like a maze which has different sections. Within one of these sections is our “spirit” which can be interacted with at will. In order for the Demon to take control of Dean the Demon needs to traverse the maze and battle Dean’s spirit.

Now keep in mind, when we talk about the spirit we are not talking about the soul. The spirit and soul are two different things where the spirit is what makes the people we are in life and can be interacted with during our lives; whereas the soul is what keeps us alive and cannot be interacted with until we die. Our spirits are also remnants of our past lives and store important traits and memories from each life. This is why sometimes you might get the urge to go to some other country because you feel as though you have been there before. This feeling is coming from your spirit’s memories of one of the past lives.

So in order to take control of Dean and change him, the Demon needs to seek out Dean’s spirit and defeat it in battle. Should this happen and the Demon gains control of Dean’s body, the Demon will be able to amplify Dean’s abilities by tenfold.

The Demon looked around him. He was in a brightly lit room which appeared to be some kind of study with the rows of bookshelves, most of which were empty, and antique looking furniture scattered around the room. “This child is not that old,” thought the Demon. The Demon had taken the shape of a man. He had slicked back onyx hair, black eyes which appeared as though they led down a deep pit, and relatively pale skin. He looked more like a politician than an evil demon, but then again I guess they’re the same thing. Ahead of him he could see a black metal gate with a brick boarder around the outside. “Well no time to dawdle better get going,” said the Demon as he open the gate and stepped through.

Chapter 4

The Strength of Spirit

Place: Dean’s Subconsious

Time: One week after Halloween

When the Demon had begun his journey through Dean’s subconscious he became more determined than ever to complete his mission. The Demon didn’t know what the price of failure would be, but he had an overall idea. Then again The Punisher’s creativity was better than his, so the Demon’s idea probably wasn’t even close. He cringed just thinking about it and trudged on through the maze. The further through the maze of Dean’s subconscious he got the more he could feel his control over the boy gradually increase.

When the Demon first started out, the maze was a brick tunnel with light, which seemed to come from nowhere, dimly illuminating the path just enough to see. As he continued on his journey, the brick passage slowly became a hedge maze. First came the dirt path, then the tall leaf green hedges, and then finally open clear blue sky.

“This scene is way too innocent for me,” the Demon thought. “I really hope this doesn’t take too long to get through otherwise I might go crazy.”

At this point in his journey, the Demon had only gotten a quarter of the way into Dean’s subconscious. As the days went by he had gotten more and more annoyed for he kept running into dead ends of the maze. “This must be a complicated person,” the Demon thought at one point while in the brick tunnel. Three days into his travels he had considered summoning reinforcements, but discontinued this idea fearing his master would think him incapable of completing his task, and once again he thought of The Punisher and gave a quick shiver. He realized he was on his own, and would remain alone for awhile.

Place: Dean’s house

Dean was sitting at his desk listening to music and finishing up his AP homework for the weekend. For the past week Dean didn’t feel any different as far personality went, in fact he never felt better. He felt stronger somehow and more determined during his day to complete any tasks set before him, which was why he was doing his AP homework now instead of waiting for Sunday. Peter and Mary were so amazed by Dean’s quick recovery and sudden change in attitude towards work that three days after the cemetery incident, during dinner, Mary spiked Dean’s soda while he wasn’t looking with holy water. His parents relaxed a little when the water had no negative effect on Dean, he didn’t even flinch.

Dean was also more confident when it came to his feelings for Jo. Now he could start a conversation with her and be able to keep the conversation going instead of giving one word answers and not really contributing to the conversation. This had given their relationship a new kind of flame, one which Dean was confident would grow and grow in intensity as time went on. But of course with their relationship grow like this, new rumors about them began. Some people said they were finally together, but weren’t announcing it yet, others said they were “friends with benefit”, and a small few said they were never going to date ever, and Jack, Mark, and Dayna were one of those people.

“Dude, are you and Jo ever gonna date?” Jack asked two days ago while he, his brother and Dean were smoking joints in the park.

“Why you want to take a shot at her Jack?” replied Dean.

“No, but I mean come on man. You got her where you want her,” Jack reasoned, “so make your move. What are you waiting for, Hell to freeze over?”

Dean laughed a little, “Nope. But I want the event of the asking to be perfect you know? I know I’ve pretty much got her already, but I’m just waiting for the right time.”

“Well don’t wait too long dude,” Mark chimed in. “You wait too long and she’ll think you’ll never ask her out.”

“Yea I know,” replied Dean.

Despite all the positive changes however Dean still felt concerned. He knew that it was unnatural for changes like this to occur almost overnight. He didn’t know if the Black Smoke had anything to do with his changes, but he felt as though something was making him change. But, for now he figured the change was fine, he would just keep an eye on himself and his emotions that’s all.

“Dean,” his mother called down the hall, “time for dinner.”

“Okay Mom,” Dean called back.

He closed his books, keeping his pen in between the pages to save his spot, and turned off his laptop. As he was rising from his chair he got this weird feeling, almost like a headache, but not a headache. It felt like a combination of brain freeze and a regular minor headache, but it didn’t really hurt. These recurring headaches were the only negative changes Dean had been experiencing since Halloween. The only time he had not gotten a headache was when his mom had noticed her spike his soda with holy water one night during dinner. Ever since then, when he got one of these headaches he would take a shot of holy water and the headaches would cease for about half a day. Dean reached into his top desk drawer and took out his holy water and shot glass, and took a shot then went off to dinner.

Place: Dean’s Subconscious

“What the hell? Why are there so many fucking dead ends to this kid?” exclaimed the Demon out loud to himself. Then he had an idea, “What if I try to go though the hedges dead ends? Yeah that might work.”

The Demon approached the hedge blocking his path and reached out to it with one hand. His hand touched the hedge without any automatic effect and the Demon smile to himself. After several seconds however his hand started burning.

“OW! Damn-it!” exclaimed the Demon. “The damn kid must be drinking holy water. It would explain all of the dead ends popping up everywhere. The water is making defenses against me, but he must not be drinking holy water every day, otherwise I’d still be in the brick tunnel. This will take so much longer than I thought.”

Time: One week later

“Finally!” exclaimed the Demon. “There’s the gate out of this retched scene.”

He approached the white picket fence ahead of him almost in a full sprint eager to leave the bright happy maze behind him. He passed through the gate and continued on the dirt path noticing the hedges had vanished. He saw the green valley on either side of him with the tree line of a forest several yards after the grass.

“Wow the only thing this place is missing is squirrels and white rabbits running around,” thought the Demon.

Eventually the trees disappeared from the scene and then the grass and the Demon came to a stone wall which extended for what seemed forever on each side and had a steel door in front of the dirt path. The Demon open the door thinking, “Please let this scene be a little less bright.” He went through the door and was both relieved and surprised with what he saw. The new scene was indeed set in a more dimly lit area and looked as though it was the hallway of an old house. The area had a crimson carpet and exquisite wood walls and the illumination of the hallway seemed to once again come out of nowhere. On the walls were picture frames which seemed to contain images of Dean’s memories, some were blurry with no particular shape to anything others, the Demon could see, were of Dean’s family, friends, and dreams.

“Great,” the Demon thought, “his subconscious memories. It’s not what I had in mind, but at least it’s darker in here.”

Chapter 5

Shattered Dreams

Place: Dean’s Subconscious

Time: Five Days Before Thanksgiving

“Aw, son of a bitch!” The Demon shouted angrily, “From memories to a beach? A fucking beach?! Really?! Damn-it!”

The Demon looked around and indeed it was a beach. Clean sand, crashing ocean waves, a small breeze, and a beautiful sun set. To his right about twenty or so yards away there was a stone wall. The Demon was surprised to see this wasn’t a maze however, not yet anyway. He walked the beach feeling a little confused, but hopeful he was close to finding Dean’s spirit.

Place: Dean’s House

Dean finished buttoning his only collared shirt, which of course was black, and he rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. Tonight was the High School’s Thanksgiving band concert and Jo was one of the solos in every song and Dean knew she would appreciate him being there for her. Dean grabbed his keys to his 2006 Black Mustang and wallet and headed for the school.

Dean’s life had improved even more dramatically in a positive way from the start of the month. First, he had found a way to complete his homework well before dinner by actually doing some of the work during study hall and needed something to do during his time after school, so he took up guitar lessons. He had begun to quit smoking cigarettes the previous week and had not smoked in five days, his random weird headaches finally stopped. Also Peter and Mary had been slowly relaxing about the sudden changes occurring in their son’s life which took some pressure off Dean to act like his old self when around them.

Even though his headaches had stopped, something even more mysterious had happened to Dean. Dean had discovered he could sense other peoples’ emotions not to long after he was cured of the headaches. I’m not saying he was like Jasper from “Twilight” where he could sense and control other peoples’ emotions, but he could tell how a person was feeling just by looking into their eyes, a skill he had never had before. This new skill worked well in Dean and Jo becoming closer together because Dean could now be there for Jo when she was sad and was trying to hide it. He didn’t tell Jo about this new ability because he didn’t want to frighten her or have her worry about him. Dean himself was already concerned about this new power and didn’t know if this was a development of his powers, and if it was he didn’t know if this development was natural. Dean would have to continue to monitor himself and keep an eye out for any negative activity.

In the meantime, for tonight at least, he had other things to worry about. He decided to take Jack and Mark’s advice and make his move with Jo. How he was going to do this was still being worked over within his mind, but Dean was confident he would have everything sorted out by the end of the concert. Different ideas flew around his head like bees in a hive and his hands were sweating as he thought about his night after the concert. By the time he reached the school parking lot he had wiped his hands on his jeans several times.

Dean pulled into the school parking lot and looked around. The lot was as full as a glass half empty, so Dean had no trouble finding a decent parking space. He opened the door and stepped out into the eerie silence of the early evening setting. Dean couldn’t hear a thing as he strode through the parking lot and entered the school, nor did he see anyone as he entered the building. The auditorium and lobby were completely empty and Dean thought the cars parked outside were the cars belonging to band members.

“I can’t be that early though, can I?” Dean asked himself

To the left of the auditorium entrances was another entrance which led down a paper white hallway to the band room and music classrooms. Dean decided to see if Jo had arrived even though he had not seen her car outside, and travelled down the hall to the band room. He reached the double doors and entered the room. As he entered he saw the long lime green chalk board with music scales going across from one end to the other. Along the far side of the room were lockers for students’ instruments to be stored and these ran along the entire far wall. Chairs and stands were setup in the order of a professional orchestra half circle and the conductor’s stand was in the center of this half circle. Above all the things Dean noticed one thing was the most eye-popping, the band members, they weren’t here. The band room was as empty as the lobby and auditorium.

“What the hell?” thought Dean, “Where is everyone?”

He turned and walked back out the double doors, but did not enter back into the paper white hallway. Instead he stepped out onto a tropical beach. The sand was smooth and the water was a crisp blue and the sun was setting which radiated a flaming color across the sky. Dean quickly turned around to retreat back into the band room, but to his surprise they double doors weren’t there.

“Okay,” thought Dean out loud, “one of two things can be happening. One, I dropped acid and don’t remember and am now having the best and worst trip ever, or I’m dreaming. I’m kind of hoping this is a dream.”

“Why is that?” asked a voice behind him, and continued as Dean spun around, “Why can’t this be real?”

Standing several yards before Dean was a clean cut, rich looking man. The man looked sinister, almost like a politician, but muscular and strong looking. His onyx eyes seemed to look through him and the man stood straight with his hands in his pockets. He was cocky and mysterious all at once.

“Who are you?!” Dean demanded.

The man answered with a devious smile, “I’m a sinister, muscular, clean cut, rich politician Dean.”

Dean was taken aback by this answer. “How can he know what I was thinking?” Dean thought to himself.

“Because deep down Dean,” the man started, “you know exactly who I am. It’s nice to see you again by the way.”

The man’s voice was clear, strong, and commanding which forced Dean to give his full attention to the words the man spoke. Dean stood there for a moment, but he didn’t have to think all that much about who this man was. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was no denying who this was. The Black Smoke from the cemetery, the thing which threw Dean onto Jo’s car that night, the demon which possessed him, and had been ever since. Dean’s greatest fear was now realized and he didn’t know what he was going to do to get out of this place.

“Yes, Dean you are dreaming,” the Demon began. “I have waited so long for this moment. I have to give you your props though. You made this hard without even knowing it by drinking the holy water and keeping positive thoughts.”

“What the hell are talking about?”

“Oh yes. I’m sorry you have no idea what I’m talking about. For the past few weeks I have been traveling around inside your subconscious, which is where you are now. This is where your dreams come from and the only place where we can truly interact in a more civilized way.”

“Okay. So what do you want?”

“Oh I’m sure you already know that. I want you. That’s all.”

“Oh is that all. Well then I guess I can wake up now and drop to my knees and let you take me.”

The Demon gave a little chuckle, “That’s one thing I like about you Dean. People don’t see it, but you have a lot of spunk, but if my taking you over was that easy we wouldn’t be having right now.”

“Okay,” Dean cautiously said, “so why are we talking right now?”

“That’s a good question,” the Demon said with a combination of sarcasm and sincerity. “In order for me to take control of you I first have to defeat your spirit in a battle, and the best way to do that is to hurt you.”

“So you want me to fight you? Here? Now? Really?”

“Yes Dean, here, now, really.”

With that said the Demon took his hands out of his pockets, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and slid his right foot behind his left and took a fighting stance, and Dean did the same. A breeze blew through the two of them making the Demon’s jacket flutter behind him. When it stopped Dean ran at him, pulling his right fist back when he was two feet away and launched it at the Demon’s face. The Demon moved to his right and stepped in and pushed a right uppercut punch into Dean’s stomach. In an instant the air in Dean’s lungs left him and the next thing Dean knew he was flying through the air and saw the Demon above him. In the next instant the Demon slammed Dean to the ground with enough force to make a small explosion of sand. The Demon then jumped back to give Dean some time to recover from the onslaught.

“How the hell did he do that?” Dean thought. “Okay note to self direct angry attacks will not work.” Dean stood up his mouth already bleeding and had to spit it out.

“By now you have to realize you can’t win Dean,” the Demon proclaimed. “Just give up now and save us both some time.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Actually yes I am. This is too much fun for me to want you to give up right now.”

“Good,” Dean started with a smirk on his face, “because now it’s my turn.”

Suddenly Dean vanished in a flash leaving the Demon stunned. Suddenly the Demon felt his back arch and a sharp pain in his spine, then in another instant Dean appeared next to him and Dean pounded his left fist into the Demons face and before the Demon could rebound he was being pushed along the sand by an invisible force which smashed him into the stone wall of the beach. As he looked up he saw Dean standing in the way of the sun, forcing its rays to shine around him, and he was smiling a triumphantly.

“Well,” the Demon decided, “this is going to be more fun than I thought.”

Chapter 6

Alternative

The Demon stood up and brushed himself off of the dust from the cratered stone wall. His neat, slicked black hair was now shaggy and dust clung like glue. His shirt and pants now began to tatter at the edges, and his nose bled an evil color all over his face and shirt. The Demon twisted his hips and bent backward to realign his spine and snapped his head to each side to make his neck more comfortable.

“Are you done?” Dean yelled impatiently. “I don’t have all day here. I’ve got things to do, people to see, and a demon to exorcise.”

The Demon laughed, “Well aren’t you the impatient one. I’m done, but first answer me this question. How were you able to do that?”

Dean smiled, “Easy,” he stated crossing his arms, “I figured since this is my dream and subconscious I can do whatever I want here, and that includes kicking your ass.”

The Demon smiled back, “I have to say, you are the most impressive human I have ever seen or heard of Dean. You’re funny, good looking, and smart. I no wonder the girls can’t keep their eyes off you. You could be getting some every night without even trying I bet.”

“Yeah I’m sure I could, but you wouldn’t know. I bet you’re jugless down there huh? Like a Ken doll?”

“Like I said, funny. Now then,” the Demon said taking a fighting stance, “shall we move on from the warm-up and get on with the main event?”

“Bring it on!” Dean declared also taking a stance.

“Here I come!” the Demon roared and vanished before Deans eyes.

Dean was thrown off guard at this move and the next thing he knew the Demon’s face was inches from his and air was being taken from his lungs and then was grabbed at his belt and right shoulder and thrown toward the rock wall of the beach. When Dean was about two feet from the wall he noticed the Demon appear in front of his feet and grab them and force Dean faster into the wall leaving a bigger crater in the side.

Looking down at Dean’s body the Demon stood over him smiling. He grabbed the back collar of Dean’s shirt and lifted him up into the air. “Well that wasn’t as exciting as I was...”

The words in the Demon’s mouth were replaced by Dean’s right foot and the Demon dropped Dean and put his hands over his mouth in pain. Dean sprang at the unholy character and swung at the Demon. The Demon tried to dodge right, but Dean hit his left shoulder forcing it to dislocate with a loud crack and the Demon screamed in pain. Dean then bent down and shot up putting his fist under the Demon’s jaw, which lifted the Demon off the ground and fall back to the ground. The Demon didn’t get up after a moment.

“Come on Jugless I know you’re faking,” Dean stated after jumping back to a safer distance.

Slowly the Demon began to stand, his arm swinging as he got to his feet, still dislocated. He looked even worse than before with him spitting out blood, his nose bleeding, and the dislocated shoulder. All the blood on his face made look like the unholy figure he claimed to be. His eyes had changed too. Now there was no black center surrounded by white; instead the eyes were all black. When Dean looked into them it was like he was staring down the black abyss of Hell.

“You must realize Dean,” the Demon started, “that without me inside your mind you never would have changed as much as you have in the past few weeks. If you didn’t drink as much holy water as you have you would not have been able to do this to be. You have no idea what kind of power I can give you.”

“I have all the power I need,” Dean retorted. “I’m pretty sure I’ve proven that fact so far.”

“That’s what you think fool.”

The Demon closed his eyes and began to mutter something Dean could not hear. Suddenly the wind began to gust heavily forming what seemed to be a small sandstorm. Dean put his arm up trying to shield his eyes from the flying sand. He had lost sight of the Demon after a while and began looking around for him. The storm went away as quickly as it had appeared, but the Demon seemed to have been gone. He then appeared in front of Dean, grabbed his shirt, punched him twice in the face, and as Dean stumbled backward threw a kick to Dean’s chest.

Just before the kick connected Dean recovered, shifted to the side and grabbed the Demon’s leg. He then shifted into the Demon connecting his arm to the Demon’s neck instantly causing a gagging reflex, and mind threw the Demon back into the rock wall of the beach, but this time the top of the crater collapsed on top of him.

The Demon tried to get up, but Dean was there to slam his foot into the Demon’s chest keeping him down in the crater.

“Now then,” Dean began, “I’m only going to say this once. Get out of my head and go back to whatever level of Hell you crawled from. Do not pass “Go”; do not collect two hundred dollars.” Dean then jumped back to a safe distance.

The Demon slowly stood up, breathing heavily, and black blood covered his once white shirt. He faced Dean exhausted and defeated, and the anger inside him now was so great he felt like screwing his plans and kill Dean.

“You may have won this round, but one way or another I will have you. Your body and mind will be mine.”

Dean dashed at him getting ready to attempt an exorcism, but before he could get to him the Demon was gone, vanished. “Damn!” exclaimed Dean. Then he heard something, a sound which didn’t quite go with the scenery. It was an annoying buzzing sound that came in quick repeating bursts. As Dean tried to locate where the sound was coming from the beach began to disappear and everything started going black, but the sound was getting louder. Dean finally woke up and turned off his alarm.

“Damn-it!” exclaimed the Demon, having now returned to his smoke form after he had retreated to the wooded area behind Dean’s house. “I almost had that son of a bitch! The kid is smart, resourceful, and such a cocky little bastard. Things I didn’t count on and things which make me want his mind and body more. I definitely need more reinforcements but not from Hell. I shall acquire help from some human spirits to torment him and his family. Perhaps spirits from the cemetery would be a good idea, but first I must find a weaker human than Dean to possess and perform the ritual.”

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