Author's notes: Hey everyone! This is basically my writing of a season 4! I have done everything possible to make these chapters like real eps, so i hope y'all enjoy! There is some wanrings for language and violence/adult themes...but all the same stuff seen on the show :).
At the end of every 'ep' there will be a teaser, which is like an ad for the next ep. You can read it or not, that is your choice cuz it does contain small bits from the enxt chappy. But I won't spoil anything too much! No way. So yeah just letting you know. Please though, if you read this I would really love to get a review from you okay? Also, just wanna thank my friend Tim for a few of the title names and Meg for helping me out when I got stuck, you guys rock! And the support from all my friends that said this was a great idea, so thanks you guys!
Anyways, a few brief notices: Imagine that the war had no yet come in season 3, but Dean got out of his deal in the last few weeks and also Ruby has been killed/sent back to hell. So yeah, imagine this as a season 4! Let me know what you all think!!
-Mel
01 Game Play
Los Angeles, California
'George?' the young boy's mother knocked on his bedroom door at 1am. 'Honey' she sighed once she pulled open the door and saw the lights were off but George sat in front of his TV, still playing madly on his new video game.
'Please, turn that off and go to bed' she sighed.
'Can't' he replied and pressed the buttons as hard as he could while he stared at the screen. 'I made it to the top!' he smirked and then winced as a large zombie appeared on the screen and started attacking his character.
'George' his mother said in a firmer tone. 'If I come back up here and you're still playing that, I will turn it off myself' she then left the room and wandered down the stairs to let their cat out as she was hissing madly.
George turned away from the screen, his eyes turned red and he wasn't blinking. The screen when white as the controller slipped from his hands.
'You off?' his mother asked as she returned to the room a few minutes later. She smiled at the sight of her son fast asleep in his bed and the room was dark. She closed the door and noticed the hallway light was flickering. She tapped it gently and it returned to normal. She shook her head and went back to her room, muttering about their electrician. She got into bed beside her husband and tried to get back to sleep.
Meanwhile, George sat upright and reached under his pillow to pull out a large knife. He crept down the hall and past his parent's room. The young boy unlocked the front door and ran barefoot down the street. He reached a nearby neighbors house and smashed a window with the knife. He climbed in, ignoring the cuts he received from the broken glass and jumped as a light came on.
'George?' asked the shocked, elderly man.
The boy smirked at him and the man's screams were heard upstairs to where his wife was sleeping.
'Barry?' she called out worriedly and saw the bedroom door open, there stood George with the bloody knife in his hand.
'What-?' The woman gasped but George attacked her in an instant, leaving her dead just like he had to her husband.
A Man in filthy clothing and with sickly skin appeared in front of George and yanked the knife from his hands…
'Hey, Sammy' Dean shoved his brother. 'Wake up' he told him and parked the Impala across the street.
'Mmhm?' Sam opened his eyes and looked around. 'We're here?' he guessed.
'Yeah' Dean said as he went through the glove compartment for some Fake ID's. He grabbed one for himself and tossed another to Sam. Dean got out of the car while Sam glanced at his ID and then rushed to catch up with Dean.
'Stay back!' an officer yelled to the boys as they attempted to enter the crime scene. They flashed their badges and kept walking.
'What happened here?' Dean addressed one of the police officers near the door while Sam went inside the house to have a look around.
'Not sure yet' the officer replied. 'An old couple where stabbed to death, along with their neighbor…an eleven-year-old boy, it's horrible' he shook his head and glanced over to the boy's family that were crying nearby.
Dean looked at them as well and then moved out of the way as a bunch of people carried a body bag towards them.
'Was he staying with them?' Dean asked.
'Um no' the officer shook his head. 'No one knows what he was doing there'
'Excuse me, Sir' another officer came over so Dean went inside in search of his brother. He found Sam upstairs in the bedroom and gave a whistle to the amount of blood that was there.
Sam turned to look at him and sighed. 'The EMF was going crazy near the door' he said in a lowered tone and approached Dean, stuffing the EMF back into his pocket. 'But no sulfur or anything. What about you?'
'Ah not much, but no one knows why the kid was here' he looked around the room a bit more and saw something reflecting to the light under the closet door. He went over and pulled it open, finding a bloodied knife under a jacket that sat on the closet floor.
'Guess we found the murder weapon' Sam said. 'But maybe this isn't our thing'
'Nah, that kid wasn't meant to be here' Dean said and went back downstairs with Sam following right behind him.
'Excuse me ma'am?' Dean asked and showed his badge to the upset woman he'd seen earlier. 'I understand this is very hard, but do you have any idea why your son was here?'
'N-no' she shook her head and bit her lip to prevent more tears. 'It was late; I went to his room to tell him to turn his video game off and go to bed. After that I let the cat out as she was acting strange and when I came back, George was asleep in his bed…until t-this…' she sobbed and her husband returned with a cup of water for her.
'Shhh' he was saying softly and tried to comfort her.
'You said the cat was acting strange' Sam said. 'How?'
'Is it important?' the husband frowned.
'Yes' Sam told him. 'Everything you can tell us is important'
'Um' the woman sniffed. 'She…she was hissing madly and scratching the door, so I let her out and she took off. She's a very quiet c-cat, so it was just weird' she shrugged and then went back to crying against her husbands chest.
'Thank you for your time' Sam nodded and the boys went back to the Impala.
'Cat acting up, huh?' Dean looked at Sam while he got into the driver's seat of the Impala. 'Guess fluffy knew something was going on and she wanted out of that house' he said and drove them out of the street.
'So the kid plays a video game until late then goes to bed while the cat goes nuts…and then he turns up dead in a neighbor's house? It just doesn't make sense, Dean'
'Yeah, tell me about it' Dean sighed. 'I wonder what he was playing'
'Huh?' Sam glanced at him.
'The video game' Dean repeated with a smirk as Sam rolled his eyes.
'Kylie!' the young girl's father came into her room. 'You've played that game long enough…it's time for bed' he said and she ignored him. 'Kylie!' he said again and reached over, pulling the cord from the wall. 'Bed'
Kylie stared at the black screen angrily and the glared at her father. She got up and climbed into bed, bringing the blankets right over her head. Once her father had shut the door on his way out, she sat upright again and looked at her TV screen that was now glowing white…
Sam frowned and opened his eyes. He lifted his face off the book he'd fallen sleep on and saw Dean opposite him, also snoring against some large textbooks.
He rubbed his face and glanced at his watch. It was just after 8am. Sam got up from the chair and went outside. He walked down the street to a bakery and bought some donuts and coffee for himself and Dean. On his way back to the motel room he picked up the morning paper and glanced at the front page.
'Dean!' Sam's voice pulled Dean from his slumber.
'What?' Dean groaned and opened his eyes, to have a newspaper shoved at him. He read over the title: YOUNG GIRL AND NEIGHBOR KILLED!
'You're kidding?' Dean frowned and read the story. 'Kylie Paige was shot to death this morning, along with her neighbor Mrs Kennedy. The parents of young Kylie were shocked to the events as they had no idea what their daughter was doing at Mrs Kennedy's house and…' Dean looked up at Sam. They both knew they had to talk to the parents.
Mrs Paige blew her nose for what must have been the millionth time and heard the doorbell ring downstairs. She left Kylie's room and shakingly made her way to the front door. She opened the door to find Sam and Dean standing there in suits.
'Can I help you?' she asked.
'Mrs Paige?' Dean asked and she nodded. 'I'm Agent Miller and this is Agent…Carpenter' Dean and Sam flashed ID's and FBI badges.
'We are very sorry about what happened to your daughter' Sam said sympathetically.
'Thank you' Mrs Paige said.
'We were wondering if we could ask you a few quick questions?' Dean asked her and she let them inside.
'Um, your daughter…was she staying with Mrs Kennedy?' Sam wondered as the three of them sat in the lounge room.
'No' Mrs Paige shook her head and searched her pockets for another tissue. 'Kylie was here, playing some game that her uncle brought her for her birthday last week'
'How old was she?' Dean asked.
'Twelve' Mrs Paige returned.
'And this game? Was it called?' Sam asked, feeling the video game wasn't just a coincidence.
'Does it matter?' Mrs Paige almost snapped. 'My daughter is dead and you're asking what game she was playing?'
'I'm Sorry' Sam replied. 'I just-'
'Mind if we have a look at her room?' Dean asked, cutting in. 'We'll just be a second'
'I don't see what good it'll do...but fine' she sighed and pointed towards the stairs.
'Anything?' Sam asked as Dean moved the EMF around the room.
'Nope' Dean moved it around the bed, window and doorway. He then smiled and went over to the large TV and went through the stack of video games. He laughed at some of them and frowned at others, until he reached the newest one and looked confused.
'Hey, have you ever heard of "Total Chaos"? Oh right, of course not… you're a bookworm' Dean rolled his eyes and read through the description.
'Come on' Sam sighed. 'There's nothing here'
'Right' Dean went to get up but the EMF then went off. 'What the?' Dean moved it around and found it was going off at the video game he'd just put down.
'That's weird' Sam commented. 'You don't think…I mean-' Sam gave a laugh in disbelief. 'A haunted game?'
While Dean was cleaning his weapons, Sam had been doing research on the "Total Chaos" game and visited a few people to find out some more details. He finally came back after a several hours and sat on his bed.
'Okay, so there have been 26 copies of the game sold around this area and apparently hasn't been heard of anywhere else' Sam sighed.
'26?' Dean looked up at him. 'But only two incidents where the kid has showed up at a neighbor's house dead?'
'No' Sam said. 'There was Twelve…and I checked. Each of the kids had that game'
'So what now?' Dean asked. 'I mean how is this all happening?'
'Well' Sam pulled out his laptop and found one of the pages he'd saved. 'The person that created the game, died five years ago and the game only came out about a month ago…so, I checked into the creator's past and to find out where he was buried…but turns out, he was cremated'
'Great' Dean frowned. 'Then we need to get a copy of that game'
'What?' Sam asked. 'There are no more copies'
'Not in the store' Dean smirked and grabbed his jacket.
Sam watched as Dean set up the playstation and opened the game case.
'Dean, how is this helping?' Sam asked skeptically.
'I ah…want to know what we're dealing with' Dean grinned as he put the disc in and grabbed the controller.
'What, you think that the…' Sam picked up the case to examine it. 'The zombies and ah "vicious creatures" are going to jump out and attack us?'
'They might' Dean shrugged and started playing.
After an hour or so, Dean had reached the top players board and the screen went blank.
'Ah man!' Dean complained. 'What happened?'
The boys watched as the screen then turned white. After sever seconds, the screen flickered, along with all the lights in the room. Two sickly looking hands reached out of the screen and grabbed Dean by the shoulders, but only to release him again and everything went back to normal, including the blank screen.
'Maybe it didn't work on you…because you're not a kid' Sam thought aloud.
'Who bought the most recent copy?' Dean then asked.
'Ah…Mr Barns' Sam said.
'Address?' Dean got up quickly.
'Yeah' Sam nodded and grabbed his stuff as well.
They Parked the Impala outside the Barns house and saw all lights were off except one. Another light switched on and after a few minutes, their dog out back started barking and growling angrily. Then the house went completely dark.
Sam and Dean got out of the car and opened the trunk. They grabbed Salt loaded shotguns and a few exorcism books.
'So what's the plan?' Sam asked while Dean loaded his gun and shut the trunk.
'Ah, no idea' Dean said.
The boys looked up to the house and saw all the lights were flickering. A window upstairs opened and a young boy jumped out. He had a large knife in his hand and was walking towards a house across the road as though he was in a trance.
'Warren!' Sam yelled out and the boys ran over to them. Dean grabbed the kid and the knife slipped from his hands.
'Let me go!' he screamed, but Dean placed a hand over his mouth.
'Why are you doing this?' Sam interrogated him while checking no one was watching and thinking they're trying to kidnap the boy.
'He said I had to' Warren told them but didn't seem to understand what he was saying.
'Who did?' Dean asked.
'The guy in the game' Warren frowned. 'He-he said…' the kid then looked around. 'Where am I?'
Dean let him go. 'You ah, were sleepwalking'
Warren looked at them weirdly, but Sam took him back to the house and knocked loudly. Some lights came on and a man answered the door.
'Warren?' he saw his son there beside Sam and pulled him inside. 'Who are you?' he then demanded.
'I…my brother and I were driving past and saw him. I think he was sleepwalking' Sam shrugged and Dean stood nearby, keeping the shotguns behind his back.
The man frowned and then slammed the door.
Sam and Dean had spent all night watching over the house and nothing happened. They awoke in the car early morning and left. By about 10am, they visited all 26 houses that had the game. By Sam claiming to be company worker and Dean a police officer, they were able to convince the people that the game was illegally made and they had to take it. It worked and they destroyed each copy. But once they'd melted the last one, a man in dark clothes and had sickly skin appeared and attacked them.
Dean shot him with rock salt and pulled Sam to his feet.
'Son of a Bitch' Dean muttered and tossed a gun to Sam. The boys looked around and waited for the spirit to appear again but he never came.
'You think he's really gone?' Sam asked.
'I dunno' Dean frowned. 'But the games are gone, and he was cremated…so maybe he has nothing to haunt anymore'
'Yeah, maybe' Sam sighed.
'Oh!' Dean said and reached into his jacket. 'I almost forgot' he pulled out the "Total Chaos" game that he'd stolen to play and destroyed it as well. The spirit appeared again but once the disc started melting, he screamed and seemed to melt as well until there was nothing left of him.
The boys went back to their motel rooms to get some rest and Dean glanced at the playstation in disappointment.
'I guess I'll have to sell that or something' Dean sighed.
'Maybe not yet' Sam reached into his bag and handed a game to Dean.
'By the way, Happy Birthday' Sam smirked.
Dean looked at him for a moment and then turned to the game in his hands. 'The Village?' he questioned.
'Yeah, it's haunted by these creatures and um…yeah' Sam shrugged. 'It's ah…two players' he added and Dean smirked at him.
'You're on, Little brother' he grinned and plugged in the second controller. 'But I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass'
'We'll see' Sam said and sat beside him, sharing the same expression his brother did.
Teaser: A call from an old friend…
"Well, I need your help"
"My cousin Drake was recently committed to a mental institution. He was rambling about seeing people that were dead and how he heard voices…you know the usual loony bin stuff"
Sets the brothers on a dangerous hunt…
"Dean, can you hear me?" Sam asked as he placed Dean on the ground beside the Impala.
"Dude, I'm okay!" Dean said.
With strange consequences…Dean moved out of the car after finding his phone and once he turned around he was face to face with his father.
"Dad?" he wondered uncertainly. "What-"
That is driving them crazy…literally!
"She's been standing there and watching us for an hour" Dean pointed to the kitchen.
"There's no one there, Dean" Sam said.
"Okay um, I'm going to help you alright?" Sam reached for Dean but he jerked away.
"Who are you?" Dean asked fiercely. "I don't know you"
Now Sam is on his own…but for how long?
"Sam?" Dean looked up at his brother while several people led him away. "How could you do this to me? Your own brother…HOW COULD YOU!" he screamed as he disappeared around a corner.
Coming soon…