Hello, so just a few things before you start reading please. So this idea came for a dream i had about our favorite boys and their hottness. I had this dream when i was watching the second season, so thats when it is set (in the second season). Oh and of course the disclaimer so i dont get sued: i dont own Supernatural or Dean and Sam. But ppl i do own this plot and the two girls.
This was an old house. He could tell that much. It looked like this dark room hadn't been touch in years. Dust covered the floor and every other surface. Cob webs clung to the corners of the ceiling and windows. Two beams of light were waving around in the room. Whispers were coming from behind the slightly opened door. Slowly, as if trying not to make any noise, the door opened. Only to fail, it creaked loudly and the two beams of light flashed toward the door.
Two girls stood in the middle of the room. One was tall with jet black hair; if it wasn't pulled back into a pony tail then it would probably hit the middle of her back. She had side bangs and a few streaks of crimson red in her hair. Her chocolate brown eyes were full of curiosity, instead of the expected fear. A black T-shirt pulled tightly over her chest and exposed a flat stomach. Dark denim shorts showed off her tan legs down to her thigh high black leather boots. She held one black pistol in her hand and another one was attached at her right hip.
The other girl was a few inches shorter with dark brown hair in tight curls running all the way down her back. Her side bangs fell in front of her blue eyes which were lined with black eye liner. Her red mesh top was practically see-through and her black bra could be seen in the dim lighting. Dark skinny jeans ran down her legs and were tucked into black knee high boots. She also held a pistol in her hand, only this one was silver; this one looked to belong in a gun holster that was slung over her left shoulder. And she had another one tucked into her right boot.
The pair of them stared silently at the door with no reaction to it opening. They screamed as two dark figures tackled them to the ground.
*Supernatural*
Sam sat up in his hotel bed. Sweat dripped down his face and neck, all the way down his bare chest. How long had he been sleeping? He wiped the sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath. His visions were getting stronger. He was able to see everything so clearly now. More detailed then before. It was getting harder for him to sleep.
"You finally awake," Dean walked through the hotel room door with two take out bags in his hands. Sam ran his fingers through his hair and placed his feet on the floor. "Hungry?"
"No, not really." Sam stood and picked up his shirt from the floor, pulling it over his head
"Dude, you ok? You look like hell." Dean placed the bags on the table in the corner
"Thanks for the compliment." Sam sat back down on the bed and placed his head in his hands
"No, I mean it man. What's wrong? Did you have another vision while you were sleeping?" Dean moved to stand in front of his brother
"Yeah, I did. And this one is going to happen soon. I can feel it." Sam said looking up into Dean's eyes
"When? Where?"
"I don't know." Sam shook his head and stood up walking over to the table where Dean had put the food. Dean turned to him putting his hands into his pants pockets.
"Tell me what you saw." He said
Sam opened one of the bags and pulled out a burger. "Two girls are going to be attacked by something."
"Attacked by something… attacked by what?" Dean pulled his hands out and sat on the bed
"I don't know. They were in a really old house. Like one of those old mansions." Sam unwrapped the burger and took a bite out of it. Dean sighed standing up and pulling something from his pants pocket.
"A house like this." He held out a piece of paper out to Sam. Sam put his burger down and took the paper from his brother. He looked at it; it was the same house from his dream.
"Yeah, a house like this. What is this?" Sam gestured to the picture and continued to look at it
"Our next job," Dean went over to the table and pulled another burger from the bag. "Apparently a lot of people have been found dead in that house in the last sixteen years. All victims are men and all are ruled out as suicide, cause everyone goes into abandoned houses to kill themselves. But I'm thinking it's something else."
"Like what? A spirit or demon?"
"Yeah maybe. I say we check it out tonight." Dean bit into his burger and sat down into one of the chairs next to the table
"Tonight? We barley know anything about this house, or why these killings are happening there. Shouldn't we do more research on this? Find out more on the house and the family?"
"Look, you said that those girls were going to be attacked in an old house, like the one in that picture, right? And you said it was going to happen soon. So why wait?"
"We don't even know if that's the right house."
"But there's a chance that it is. So, we should check it out."
Sam put the photo on the table and sat down in the other chair. "So, we go tonight then?"
"Yeah tonight." Dean smirked
"Alright and what do we do if we find the girls there?"
"Ah… get them out of there. What else would we do with them?"
"Dean, these girls weren't your normal everyday girls. They both had two guns on them." Sam leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table
"So you're scared of girls with guns. Sam, we see scarier things every day of our lives." Dean copied Sam's movement
"Well there was something different about them. They weren't just girls with guns. They were looking for something."
"So two clueless girls go into a haunted house with guns and get themselves killed."
"That's the thing Dean; I didn't see those girls die."
"You saw them being attacked?" Dean leaned back into his chair
"I saw two things jump them, but I never actually saw them die."
"Wait I thought you only saw people dying. Like death visions, or whatever. Now you're seeing anything and everything. What's going on here Sammy?"
"I wish I knew. But I need to find those girls Dean. I need to help them," Sam stood and went to grab his jacket off his bed. "Let's go."