When Dreams Become Reality
Part One
The scene was as innocent as any other twelve year old girl's slumber party. Sleeping bags and pillows were strewn about and the girls were chatting animatedly between munching on pretzel sticks and potato chips. When the hostess appeared in the doorway though, everyone instantly quieted.
She carried with her what appeared to be a well-loved Nerf football. The girls parted and allowed the hostess to walk across the room. She had an air of importance and gingerly laid the child's toy down in the middle of the circle of girls. The girls stared at it with intense fascination.
Reading the minds of her friends, the hostess answered, "Yes, I took this from Max's football game yesterday. He didn't notice until I was halfway down the field."
"Oooo this is going to be fun! Max is a cutie!" one girl declared in a high-pitched squeal.
"This is serious business, Amber" the hostess snapped. She glared at the football as if it had wronged her in the worst possible way.
"I know, but can't we have a little fun?"
"Oh, we will" answered the hostess with an evil smirk. "Ok, Amber, why don't you start then-- Truth or Dare?"
Each girl in the room waited with bated breath as Amber seemed to ponder this within the confines of her shallow mind. Before she was able to answer, the hostess eagerly chirped, "Dare, fine choice."
"Kate! What did we decide about reading each other's minds? It isn't nice to read your friend's thoughts!" Amber whined indignantly.
"Well… it saved time didn't it?" the leader of the group declared with some finality. "Ok, so your dare will be..." she paused for dramatic effect, "to lure Max here and get him to kiss you… on the LIPS!" The rest of the girls giggled in unison as a look of horror played across Amber's face. She would have to summon all her psychic abilities if she wanted Max to come to her without waking from his sleep.
Summoning the confidence she knew all of her psychic friends could read right through she declared, "Fine, that's easy!" She moved into the center of the circle and sat down cross-legged. She grabbed the Nerf football and with a furrowed brow she fought to find Max's mind.
After waiting for a few minutes, Kate taunted, "If it's too hard for you Amber, we could have Max come kiss me!"
As if on queue, a zombie-fied Max burst through the door and stumbled over to Amber. She was still deep in thought, concentrating on controlling Max's sleeping mind.
As he was awkwardly lowered to his knees and his neck craned in to peck Amber on the lips, her face became relaxed, as if wanting to enjoy this moment. Max immediately awoke with a start and began flailing about in utter confusion. The girls screamed and pandemonium ensued.
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Awakened by the sudden shrieks from the basement, Kate's father, clad in a sooty wife-beater and paint-stained jeans got up from his recliner and stumbled into the kitchen for another beer. As he leaned against the counter, popping off the cap, he bent down close to the pot of fudge his daughter and her friends had started melting earlier on the stove. As he bent over the pot, he wondered why it was still rock hard. Gruffly, he pulled a lighter and cigarette from his pocket and leaned against the refrigerator, lighting up. A fireball engulfed the house.
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Sam immediately jolted awake, sweat plastering his shaggy brown bangs to his forehead. His head seared with pain from the vision he had just experienced. He looked wearily across from him, vision still slightly blurred. He observed that Dean was sound asleep, splayed across the bed, only half concealed under the sheets. Sam pondered waking him but decided it was best to wait 'til morning. He didn't feel the urgency that he usually felt in his visions but he was deeply disturbed by the feeling that this event had already passed and he could do nothing to change it.
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"You dreamt about a group of twelve year old girls?" Dean repeated in disbelief. "Ya know, I've heard of some odd sex fantasies but that has got to be one of the creepiest," he chided with a smug smirk.
"It wasn't a sex fantasy, Dean!" Sam yelled losing his patience at his brother's lack of understanding.
"It might have been kind of hot if they were a bit older. Was there pillow fighting involved?" Dean mused with a wishful bite of his lip.
"It was one of my visions, I saw the girls die, Dean."
At this statement Dean became more subdued and asked, "So where we off to now? Are we just going to show up at their slumber party like knights in shining armor and save them from the fiery explosion of death?"
"Well there's the problem, I don't know if we can save them. In my vision it felt like I was witnessing something that already happened. If we go to Oregon my unfortunate feeling is that we'll most likely find a pile of ash rather than a room full of giggling girls."
"We better check it out anyways. You never know with these psychic deals. Sometimes what you feel isn't always what happened," Dean declared with a note of mockery in his voice.
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As Dean revved the engine on his '67 Impala, gunning down the highway towards Oregon, Sam surfed the Internet looking for any signs surrounding the girls' murders.
"Dean! I found something," Sam yelled, with such triumph that Dean almost swerved off the road.
"Yeah, ok Sherlock, what is this amazing find, because you almost ran us right into a ditch," Dean snapped back, angry for only a second.
"So the girls died about three weeks ago and there have been a string of teenager suicides since then, pretty weird right?"
"Yeah I suppose. Are they connected?" Dean asked skeptically.
"Well, the interesting thing is all of the suicides since the fire have been male victims between the ages of 12 and 14."
"Don't get between a dead psychic girl and her puppy love I suppose" Dean mused.
"Exactly!" Sam exclaimed catching Dean off-guard again. "I checked their school website and it looks like they all attended the same middle school. Each one of the male victims was on the football team and the girls are pictured here," Sam paused to show the computer in Dean's direction, "as starting a magic club."
"Ahh now we know what we're dealing with. A classic case of the geek girl falling for the jock guy," Dean declared. "I've seen it all before Sam; it's so tough to break their hearts sometimes," Dean said with a note of sympathy for their seemingly disease-ridden condition.
"They're not lepers, Dean!" Sam exclaimed, not at all surprised by the tack Dean was taking in describing the girls, but not at ease with it either. "These are girls with feelings who were most likely devastated by guys like you."
"Ya, ok Nancy. What is with you? Now that you've had a vision of a slumber party, you have the mind of a twelve year old girl too?"
"No! I dunno, I just feel like we should be careful what we say about these girls. They're psychics you know," Sam said sounding suspiciously superstitious.
"Sammy, I don't mean to be disrespectful of the deceased but they're dead, they can't hear us."
"Right," Sam agreed without really believing it.
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The Impala pulled up to the quaint little Salem, Oregon neighborhood only to find what Sam had suspected, a charred pile of lumber.
"Well, I guess we were too late," Dean dismissed, a little too easily.
"Maybe not," Sam mused. As he moved closer to the wreckage, he could feel a very strong presence nearby. Perhaps he was making a psychic connection with one of the dead girls.
"Sam, don't tell me we're going to hunt solely based on feelings. I mean there's something to be said for instinct but…this…?" Dean was uncomfortable without hard facts to go on. He trusted his brother, he just didn't trust what was happening to him.
"Dean, I know you're jealous of my abilities, but if you could just get past that for this one case it would make it a lot easier," Sam said with a little more starch honesty than Dean could handle.
"Hey jerk, I'm not jealous. Get over yourself. I just don't think we should be reading more into what is actually here without doing a little research. I mean we don't even know where these girls are buried and if they're even connected to the boy's deaths."
"And all of a sudden you're the skeptic? You're the one who jumps the gun on these things. But the minute I make suggestions you shoot them down without a thought!" Sam expressed indignantly.
"Whatever, Sam. I can't talk to you when you get all emotional like this," Dean paused to enjoy Sam's pout, "I'll go try to get the details on these girls, you keep poking around and see if you feel anything, ok?"
"Yeah, sure," Sam murmured as he bent down and picked up something that was giving off a strong signal.
The object burned his hand and he dropped it like a hot potato falling to the ground in unconsciousness. The object that glowed with red-hot psychic energy was none other than the charred Nerf ball.
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