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Unfamiliar - Chapter 0: Prologue

Ok, so! This is sort of a pre-chapter to a new series I’m starting! I was asked to write a Supernatural au for Thruce, and I had so many ideas for it that I actually wanted to go ahead and make it a series! I’m hoping that my creativity won’t burn out before I finish it (or I at least get a pretty decent amount into it), but this first part is just the beginnings of what I have planned for it. I wanted to have a cold open, almost like an episode of the show, so here it is. This also includes and oc who will be in the series later, so I kind of want to test them out and see how you guys like them. Please let me know what you think of it so far and if you’d be interested in seeing the next part(s)!! Feedback is very much appreciated!!!

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To say that Addison wasn’t the biggest fan of their job was an understatement. They were bored--so, incredibly bored--and they were only on hour two of their shift. And, frankly, it fucking sucked. Unsurprisingly, the small-town gas station they were working at wasn’t busy at all at the late hour of ten o’clock. Nothing to do but rearrange the chips aisle. And then the soda aisle. And then clean off the slushie machines. And then go back to the chips aisle again. And then contemplate their existence when they saw that only fifteen damn minutes had passed.

By the time Addison was staring dead-eyed out one of the windows, just wishing with every ounce of their being to go home already, the electronic bell above the door yelled out. Huh. A real, live customer. That was new. Addison stood on their toes and peeked over a display to get a read of the person.

He was tall and thin, with sleek black hair and an equally black jacket around his shoulders. His pale face was void of any emotion, really. He didn’t look frustrated, or chipper, or even tired. Just...nothing. Weird. Most people at this time of night were at least yawning or had tell-tale bags under their eyes. In fact, Addison was sporting a pair of the latter under his own. But here this guy was, looking more like some kind of life-size doll than a real person. Addison just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about this guy. And that something wasn’t good. Not in the slightest.

Their gut instinct told them to keep out of sight. Addison’s gut had been wrong before, but now didn’t seem like the time to doubt it. They decided to hide near the trail mix until the guy left. They could hear him wandering about the store, footsteps clicking throughout the otherwise empty room. Even that sounded weird. Addison knew that it was incredibly stupid to think that the simple act of walking could be too perfect, but here they were.

Addison wasn’t even sure what they guy was buying, but he eventually made his way to the register where their only other coworker was stationed. Barb, she was called. Probably in her mid-sixties or so, with a mess of grey fluff for hair and a cold stare that would give Medusa shivers. It wasn’t that she was intentionally mean or anything, but Addison had learned quickly that she didn’t take any bullshit and really preferred to be alone. What she was doing working retail (kind of), he had no idea. No wonder they seemed to only have her work when almost nobody came in.

Addison stole a glance over by the registers. Barb was eyeing the guy up and down as he placed his purchase on the counter. A cheap lighter, a typical tourist postcard, and a Miller Lite. Weird choices, but okay. Barb took the postcard carefully and turned it over. The beeping of the scanner over the barcode was the only words they needed to exchange, apparently. To Addison, though, the silence was almost maddening. They knew that they shouldn’t be this worked up about some guy they would never see again. So why was their leg bouncing so much?

Barb scanned the beer, still giving that harsh stare. The man didn’t react in the slightest. No words. No movement. Addison couldn’t see his face, but they imagined it was still blank. She went to reach for the lighter--except her hand didn’t stop moving down. Instead, it went inside her hefty jacket.

“Trickster,” she hissed.

“I beg your pardon?” The man’s voice was smooth as silk. There was a hint of amusement to it, like he knew something that Barb didn’t.

“You heard me,” Barb scowled, pulling her hand out of her coat. Addison covered their mouth to keep from audibly gasping. In her hand was a pistol of some kind. They knew that she was a little crazy, but they never thought it was this bad.

“Well, that’s a little rude, now isn’t it? Pulling a gun on a customer.” The guy hadn’t lost his cool demeanor. At least, not on the outside. “You know, you may just be fired for that.”

“Shut up,” she growled. “I know what you are. I used to rid the world of creatures like you.”

Oh, God. Barb had seriously lost it. Addison wanted to run for the door. They should just get out of here and call the cops before things got ugly, right? Right? But they were frozen in place. Mostly out of fear, but they had to admit that they really wanted to see what would happen next, too.

“If you don’t stop speaking to me in such a manner, you may not like the consequences.” The man cocked his head to the side. His fingers twitched behind his back.

“Fucking monster!” The gun clicked and Addison squeezed their eyes shut. Except...that was it. There was no shot after the click. No deafening bang. No blood seeping on the floor. Nothing. They opened an eye. Instead of a dead body and Barb with a wild crazy look in her eye, they were both still standing. Addison saw a swirl of green light in the guy’s hands and a few bullets appeared in between his fingers. Wait. What?

“Looking for these?” He lifted his hand to reveal the bullets. Barb’s eyes went wide and she looked at her gun, then back at the man. The man let the bullets clatter to the floor and held out his hand, pointing his index finger and thumb.

“You should have been a little kinder to me,” he muttered. He pressed his thumb down, and this time a gunshot did ring out. Addison yelped and ducked down. When they looked up, Barb was nowhere to be seen. Addison had a sinking feeling that she had fallen behind the counter after being shot. Shot with that guy’s fucking hand. What the hell was happening?

The guy himself had apparently heard Addison, because he was facing them. Addison went pale and hid behind the display.

“Oh...I didn’t realize we had a friend watching.”

Addison tried in vain to control their breathing. Shut up, you fucking idiot. He’s gonna find you if you don’t shut up. You have to stop it or get the fuck out of here!

Addison opened their eyes and risked trying to see if the guy was still standing over by the register. No one was there. They blinked and squinted, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose with a trembling finger. Oh, shit. They turned back towards the exit of the store and was met face to face with the man, whose previously stone face was replaced with a nasty grin.

“Hello, there.”

Addison let out a short scream and scrambled to their feet, sprinting towards the exit of the convenient store. The man simply smiled and watched, not bothering to run after them.

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