Things that go Bump In the Night (open)

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


J.J. sat in his room. It was the only place that he ever really felt the safe comfort any more, and even then, he wasn’t sure of what to think of it. There was something going on in the world, and he felt like he was in on it. What though, he wasn’t entirely sure. With Ben gone and Sammi gone though, something seemed eerily wrong. They both had kids, and there was something up with all three of them, even though nobody wanted to say anything. Even though J.J. didn’t want anything to do with it, it was nagging and haunting him in the back of the mind. This idea of college and wanting to get away had never been so strong in his life, and yet, he feared that he might not able to do it. He also wondered how much longer his Dad would act like everything was fine and normal, how much his mother would act like it as well. The comings and goings of his siblings though had left everything silent, and with it, so did the distractions go which had been what he had been relying on. But now, there was nothing, and once again, J.J. felt that familiar sense creep upon him like shadows growing in the light and darkness.

Cerulean eyes glanced towards the clock, reading late into the night, or perhaps early in the morning, depending on how one wanted to look at it. He had been getting away with naps, but even now, they seemed to do little to put him at ease. There wasn’t anybody to talk to, they were all gone, and he didn’t want to talk to his parents. There was that desperation to still feel normal, that everything was just part of his imagination. Glancing down at his scares from a year earlier though, J.J. knew it was all a lie, and there was only so much longer that he could avoid confrontation. The thought made him frown as he rested his head on his hand and his elbow on his desk as he started to scroll through some things on his computer, trying to keep himself from drifting off. Absentmindly, he reached for another energy drink but alas, there were none. Grumbling slightly, J.J. pulled himself up from his chair now and walked to his door, pulling it open and taking a step out into the hallway. The lights were out, only the faint glow from the first floor traveled up the stair case.

There was a cry of a baby, the sound shocking J.J. and nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. He glanced in the other direction now, towards his sister’s room, “Sammi?” Nah, it couldn’t have been her, she wasn’t coming back, “Ben?” Although, he would have thought that Ben’s son was past the point of shedding tears. He took a step towards his siblings empty rooms, another baby’s cry screamed and seemed to cut through the stillness of the air, but it didn’t stop, it just kept on growing. Sammi wasn’t home, she wasn’t, yet all of the sudden, there was light pouring through the crack of the door. Frowning, he walked over towards her door and pushed it open, glancing in. The lights were on, and her desk chair had just stopped spinning. There were no sounds of babies though, not anymore. Once again, everything was quiet. Then there was a sound out in the hallway, it sounded like something was scuttling across the floor. A weird repeated sound of something that had more than four legs, sharply, he turned and stared back into the hallway, just in time to see something disappear around the corner and down the stairs.

He didn’t know what it was, but it gave him an unsettling feeling, a shiver running down his spine. Turning off the lights, he shut the door behind him and slowly, crept his way along the hallway. For a moment, he paused at his door, glancing back into his room. He could just go back in there, shut the door, nothing would happen. Yet, he saw something go down stairs. Hesitantly, J.J. moved forward again and kept close to the wall until the bend, where everything started to go down to the first floor. Glancing down, the lights were still on down stairs, and he thought he heard the crack of a bowl against the floor and then some of that same scuttling sound, “Hello?” he called down, “Is somebody down there?” Whatever movement there had been, it had stopped. There was nothing but silence until there was a creak right behind him, “I’m right here,” came a low gravelly voice. Hair on his skin raised and J.J. felt his heart stopped and he turned quickly, throwing up his arm. Something dug right in with a heavy strength and slammed into him, sending towards the stairs backwards as the world slipped from underneath him.

J.J. woke with a start, his hand slamming down on the desk as he managed to keep his head up right. The glow of his computer was the only thing that illuminated the room, well, that and the blaring red of his clock that read 3:30am. He shook his head for a moment, trying to wake himself up as he felt a stinging pain. Glancing down at his arm, he saw that it was bleeding. Five long gashes traveling down it, “Fuck,” he muttered, getting up quickly now as he clamped his hand down on his arm, heading out the door. How could he had fallen asleep? He hadn’t even realized that he had, and all of this was rising up again. Why now? What could possibly going on how, like dejavu, he moved down the hallway now and as he hit the top of the stairs, J.J. stared down them. His blood running down his arm and droplets hit the floor in a sound that seemed to fill up his ear. One again, there was a sound from behind him, startling him and he turned quickly, side stepping as something grabbed at him, and once again, he tripped, only this time he didn’t wake up, because he was already awake.

He fell down the stairs, his world spinning around him and it didn’t come to a stop until he slammed into the wall, causing it to shutter, and above him, a picture dropped. He didn’t even move, only cover his head and neck as it fell, the glass shattering over him and around him. Cerulean eyes glanced to the top of the stairs again, a shadow was moving. His eyes remained locked on it for a moment before he tried to move, his body groaning in protest and his skin prickling at the thought of sliding over ridged glass as he moved away from the stair case and out into the living room. Sheer adrenaline was pumping through him, but also the shock and for some reason, he felt himself wanting to drift off again, but perhaps that had to deal with the blood spilling out onto the floor.


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | Horror movies|
OUTFIT: | Black shirt with zombie owl lunging forward, distressed light wash skinny jeans, caution tape belt |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Anybody|

[DEAN ROSS WINCHESTER]

The apple pie life wasn't working out so well for him. That, somehow, didn't really come as much of a surprise, looking back at things. Dean had always known his kids would be caught up in what he wanted to leave behind.

"Sorry, Sammy," he whispered. He couldn't stay in the apple pie life for good, he couldn't. He tried, though. Turning around, he looked at Lisa's sleeping figure and kissed her on the forehead, then taking the blanket off and sitting up on the bed. For some time now, Dena had been waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes several times. He needed a glass of water; it always helped.

Pulling on a robe, he opened his door to find that JJ was clutching his hand, bleeding, just before he tripped and fell down the stairs.

"JJ!" he said, quickly moving forward to chase after him. By the time he had gotten to the first step of the stairs, JJ was already at the bottom, a picture frame having fallen on his head.

"Damn it," he said, quickly jogging down the steps and helping his son get up. He did a cursory examination of his wounds and, while he knew that the bruises from the stairs wouldn't amount much to anything, he found the five long gashes on JJ's arm.

"How did you get this?" he said. Oh no. Not on top of everything else. Dean had never successfully figured out what kind of thing was it that was following JJ around, and Dean thought it actually left. But for it to come back now, of all times? Damn it.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


Somewhere, he was certain that his father had yelled. Great, what was he doing up in the hours of the morning like this? But even J.J. couldn’t form a complete though; his mind was elsewhere as he stared around the first floor of their house. The glass crinkled from underneath him with every shift in his weight, and he was certain that blood was dripping onto the floor and the only thought passing through his mind now was that Lisa Winchester was going to flip at the idea of staining the carpet. Up at the top of the stairs now, he saw his dad, looking almost haggard as he headed down the stairs now, muttering swear words along the way. Cerulean eyes only watched and as his father grew closer, J.J. felt himself bracing by what was bound to come and he didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about anything, and for the first time in a while, he just wanted to go to sleep. But that wasn’t going to happen as his father bent down and helped, or maybe forced him, to get up on his feet now, his bare feet and there was a certain edge about him now when he realized he was standing on glass.

“Can I get off the glass?” he asked dully, but inside, he was feeling slightly hyper now with everything starting to fall back now into his mind of what happened. It was back, whatever it was, it was back. For a while J.J. thought it had left him alone but he had never humored himself with the idea of sleep again for a while. Maybe though, maybe he was getting weak, maybe he was going on for far too long with this insomnia that he developed. Glancing over to the living room now, J.J. couldn’t help but to wonder if he was going to start experiencing those mirconaps or whatever. His father was still poking and prodding his new injuries, probably the bruises that were starting to form on his body from falling down the stairs, but something else, something else on his arm, “How did you get this?” he asked now and slowly, J.J. dragged his eyes back to his dad now and then down at his arm. Gashes were there, matching his other arm now but instead of three, there was five. J.J. merely frowned, uncertain of what to say without getting his dad overtly hyper.

As far as he knew, his father was done with hunting…right? Maybe he didn’t know his dad as well as he thought, just like he was beginning to hardly think he knew anybody in this family as well as he once thought, and it bothered him. This normal life that J.J. yearned for, it was getting slowly farther out of his grasp and he didn’t like it. There was only half a year left though till Stanford though, finally he had gotten early admission. He was going, but now he was wondering if something or someone was going to force him from going there, from getting a normal life, from talking to Elena again face to face, “I…I got it in my dream,” he replied gauntly now. Cerulean eyes gazed past his father though and back up the stairs, twice he had fallen down. The first he had woken up with a start, but the second time, something had grabbed at him. Something had been there, he was certain, “Did you see anything up stairs?” he asked now, but then, something else hit him and J.J. didn’t want to ask it, but after the car and now this, everything was getting a little more dangerous, “Dad…did you…is something back that you tried…to kill?” He hated to ask such a question, it was stupid, it wasn’t normal, and now J.J. was beginning to realize how much he hated how unnormal his family really was.


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | Horror movies|
OUTFIT: | Black shirt with zombie owl lunging forward, distressed light wash skinny jeans, caution tape belt |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Anybody|