Post by Sam Winchester on May 14, 2014 12:05:30 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE FOURTEEN.
Smoke was filling the car. The man's shouts for help were going unanswered. His breathing got weaker...and weaker...and suddenly the smoke was gone. The man was dead.
Sam woke with a start. Rubbing both hands over his face, he felt sweat on his brow. He wanted to shake this off as just a nightmare but the way he felt about this dream was the same way he had felt about the dream he'd had about Jenny and the house in Lawrence. It just felt...different from regular dreams. "Dean!" He tossed a pillow at his brother and then for good measure, tugged on his arm. "We need to leave now" Sam informed him when he noticed that the older Winchester's eyes were open. "It's the middle of the night" Dean groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. "We need to leave. Now" Sam repeated firmly.
Packing what little they had brought from the car to the motel took minutes and then they were on the road. Fortunately, no one else was driving at this time so Dean could speed all he wanted without other cars getting in the way. "I'm sure it was just a nightmare." Dean tried to sound confident, despite how obviously spooked he was by the fact that his brother's psychic-ness seemed to be returning after a long hiatus. "It wasn't" Sam insisted, pulling out his phone and placing an all points bulletin on this car, posing as a detective to get the information he needed. "Jim Millar. Saginaw Michigan" he recited for Dean's benefit. "How far away are we?" Dean shrugged, calculating it in his head. "Couple hours maybe." Sam set his jaw.
"Drive faster."
Smoke was filling the car. The man's shouts for help were going unanswered. His breathing got weaker...and weaker...and suddenly the smoke was gone. The man was dead.
Sam woke with a start. Rubbing both hands over his face, he felt sweat on his brow. He wanted to shake this off as just a nightmare but the way he felt about this dream was the same way he had felt about the dream he'd had about Jenny and the house in Lawrence. It just felt...different from regular dreams. "Dean!" He tossed a pillow at his brother and then for good measure, tugged on his arm. "We need to leave now" Sam informed him when he noticed that the older Winchester's eyes were open. "It's the middle of the night" Dean groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. "We need to leave. Now" Sam repeated firmly.
Packing what little they had brought from the car to the motel took minutes and then they were on the road. Fortunately, no one else was driving at this time so Dean could speed all he wanted without other cars getting in the way. "I'm sure it was just a nightmare." Dean tried to sound confident, despite how obviously spooked he was by the fact that his brother's psychic-ness seemed to be returning after a long hiatus. "It wasn't" Sam insisted, pulling out his phone and placing an all points bulletin on this car, posing as a detective to get the information he needed. "Jim Millar. Saginaw Michigan" he recited for Dean's benefit. "How far away are we?" Dean shrugged, calculating it in his head. "Couple hours maybe." Sam set his jaw.
"Drive faster."
