In The Still Places
Chapter 1
The sun was just rising over the horizon, as the low rumble of the Chevy impala broke the stunned silence. It rounded a sharp bend and the wheels screeched on the warm Tarmac. Sam jolted awake, panic stricken, frantically looking around at his environment, as his eyes rested on his brother at the wheel his demenour softened and he realised that his dream was just that; a dream.
"You alright there sammy?" Dean asked, with slight concern etched on his sleep deprived face. "Yeah, no, I'm okay, just drive a bit safer next time!". Sam shifted in his seat and straightened himself up so that he could see the road ahead more clearly. "Where are we?" Sam asked, "just near Lake Michigan" dean replied, with a slight smirk on his face, "we're nearly there!"
They rounded a bend and saw an old and dilapidated sign declaring "Copper Harbour", and beyond a dark cluster of wooden houses creaking in the gentle breeze. A dark shadow hung over the place, warning visitors to turn around, but both Sam and Dean knew that this town held many secrets. Secrets that they were determined to uncover.
As the Impala came to a skidding halt on the gravel in the road, Sam noticed something, something very odd. He turned to Dean and said in a grave voice, "Dean, where is everyone?". For all around them were wooden cabins with large porches and cars outside, but apart from the whistle of the wind through the trees, there was no sign of movement, and therefore life.
They both got slowly out of the car, the opening doors stirring the fallen leaves that had come to rest on the ground. Possibly the first time they'd been disturbed since falling. And as they stood in the sunlight, letting the rays fall across their faces and partly obscure their vision, they realised that they had been there before. Almost in a dream, a different reality, as though two different worlds had come to collide at this one small point in space and time.