Supernatural Fan Fiction

It wasn't the chill in the air or the darkness of night that evoked such terror in the girl. It was the whispers of insanity that threatened to unravel her very sense of reason, the haunting shadows that danced along the surface of the roof with grace and speed. Heart racing, she willed her feet to move forward, desperate to escape the nightmares that pursued her. Maniacal laughter taunted her with every step she took, only adding to the struggle.

The edge of the roof was only a few feet away and it seemed to invite her, entertaining the twisted fantasies playing over and over in her mind. The whispers grew louder and the shadows danced faster, cheering her on in her effort and she knew it was what they wanted. Once she let herself, go, they would leave her alone and she would have peace. It made so much sense to her as she climbed onto the ledge.

Cars on the street below seemed like mere lights, moving along a strip of black, all ignorant to her strife. The breeze brushed her blonde hair from her face and almost felt comforting against her flushed cheeks. Holding her breath, the girl willed her tears not to fall before taking the step into oblivion…

Sam Winchester woke with a start, his heart still racing from the images he'd just endured. Though they came in sleep, Sam knew what he had seen was far too vivid to be a simple nightmare. The chilling familiarity of the realization caused his pulse to quicken. Springing out of bed, he ran to the light switch and flicked it on. "Dean!"

His brother, Dean, sound asleep in other bed, didn't even stir.

"Dean!" Sam crossed the small hotel room and shook his brother awake. "Wake up! We have to leave now!" Content with his wake up call, Sam swiftly moved to the closet and began to pull out their bags, packing as fast as he could, a harried look about him.

Dean, clearly unhappy that Sam had woken him up at three in the morning, sat up with an annoyed expression aimed towards his brother. "And why the hell is that?"

Sam stopped packing for a moment and sat down. "I saw it, Dean. I saw her die!" He ran his fingers through his hair, roughly. "It was like I was there on that rooftop and I watched her jump."

There was silence for a few moments and Dean's expression gradually changed from annoyance to concern. "Wait, are we talking about your death visions, here? I thought those stopped back when -" He stopped. The subject of Sam's death (and resurrection) was never brought up without an argument ensuing. "Didn't they?"

"This is the first one in months. I-I figured they were gone."

"Yeah, that makes two of us." Dean's voice was strained with anger at the situation. "So, what exactly happened?"

"I'll tell you in the car. Right now, I think we should get going. I probably don't have time to stop this but I need to know why I'm having these visions again." He grabbed a pile of clothes off the dresser. "As soon as we get dressed, we can load up the car."

For the next few moments, the brothers changed and packed in silence, each consumed by silent and equally troubling thoughts. What ever this new development meant for them, danger was clearly on the horizon.

"So," Dean said as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Where are we headed?"

Sam pursed his lips for a moment as he crammed his laptop into a backpack and zipped it up. "A town called Hazard, Nebraska."

"Sounds like buckets of fun, Sammy. Your damn visions sure know how to pick 'em." His tone was light and amused but merely to gloss over the tension of the moment. Sam could see confusion and concern in his eyes and he wondered if he mirrored that expression.

In a matter of twenty minutes, the brothers had successfully loaded up the car and checked out of the hotel. As they climbed into the car, Sam pulled out a map. "If we start driving now and limit stops we can get there in about five hours, I think." He scratched his head. "You went to the bathroom before we left the hotel room, right?"

Dean made a face. "Really, Sam? Am I five now?" He started the car and shook his head as he pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

There wasn't much speaking as the brothers drove toward their destination. Dean focused on the road, while Sam silently researched on his beloved laptop. After long moments of silence, Sam finally spoke.

"Damn."

Dean glanced at his brother before returning his eyes to the road. "What?"

Sam turned the laptop around to show his brother the article on the screen. "Last night. Or rather, this morning, a teenage girl stepped off a roof at a party."

"Your vision?"

Sam nodded grimly. "Yep."

Staring out of the windshield for a few moments, Dean pursed his lips. "Sammy, I don't want you beating yourself up over this. We hurried but there was no way we could have gotten there in time."

"Yeah, I know." Sam sighed. For a moment, Dean something steely and unfamiliar flash in his brother's eyes. "But we're going to stop whatever did it."