Climbing Up The Walls

Chapter One: Dream a Little Dream of Me

By: kripke's keepers

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A house, old, run-down. Ramshackle even. There were lights moving behind the windows and three figures could be seen through the windows. One of them turned and motioned forward with his hand.

"Sam, take a look at this." Sam moved to see, leaving her standing there to observe the two of them. She didn't mind.

Sam. He was tall. That was the first thing one noticed about him. The second thing? His eyes. His eyes were soft and searching, sweet and sad. He seemed to exude innocence and kindness. Well, at least he did until you messed with the short one, Dean. Her body suddenly tensed and she turned to spot a lurking form behind the drapes.

The creature jumped from the shadows and collided with Dean, bashing him into the wall. The tall sweetheart's face suddenly twisted into something cold and angry and completely... hot. The girl grinned wickedly as she watched. Sam pulled his gun from the small of his back and aimed into the chest of the creature, pulling the trigger three times. He sighed and wiped his hand across his brow.

He turned to her and grinned, the blood splattered on his face only making the expression even better in her eyes. She smiled back and pulled him close, locking her lips onto his and kissing him deeply. He pressed her body against his, grinding her weapons and his into them. She pulled back and smiled wolfishly at him.

"Later." She said huskily. Sam nodded, leaning over and nudging Dean. He didn't respond. Sam leaned over and shook him slightly.

"Dean? Come on, Dean. Get up, you lazy jerk." Sam sat hard on the floor in exhaustion, not even noticing the other creature coming up behind him. She stepped forward to warn him, her hand out, her mouth halfway open to shout. Sam turned at the last minute but it was too late to stop the creature.

It took a swipe that appeared to have missed but Sam's eyes started to cloud over as his throat gaped open and blood poured out of it. The girl's eyes teared up so fast that she was blinded for a few seconds.

Sam leaned over Dean's body and their blood mingled and ran over the dusty and dirty floorboards of the house just as Dean's eyes flew open from the girl's anguished cry. She grimaced and turned her face away as Dean jumped up, roared, and charged the creature, dispatching it with a long blade.

He pushed the creature off of his blade and turned to her, his eyes filled with hatred and pain.

"You." He said, advancing on her. "It's your fault." She shook her head, putting her hands out in front of her.

"You know this isn't what I wanted, Dean. I cared a lot about Sam." She said, her voice strong despite the tears she could feel falling down her face.

"No. I don't think I do know that. You've had it out for him from the beginning. Now, now I'm going to take care of you since he couldn't. You evil bitch." He suddenly charged her, the blade sliding into her lower abdomen.

She sat up fast in bed, her chest heaving as her eyes flew all over the room. Her hand flew to her stomach where she could almost feel the blade from the knife in her dream. She pushed her long blonde hair back from her face and grimaced at the sweat on her palm. She kicked the tangled sheets from her body and stumbled into the bathroom. She turned on the water and splashed it over her face.

"Coffee." She muttered in a prim British accent, patting her face dry and shambling into the kitchen. She pressed the button and leaned against the counter with her arms wrapped tightly around herself until she smelled the coffee brewing. Only then did her arms loosen and she started to relax a little.

"It was just a dream, girl." She shook her head and poured her coffee. She downed the whole cup of hot black coffee without pausing. She panted slightly from the heat and sat the cup down on the counter for a refill. "Just a dream."

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The brunette could not make out any of her surroundings. Just dark. Simple darkness. Darkness and what seemed like some sort of tunnel. All of a sudden she heard what sounded like a scream. A scream for help.

"Hello?" The girl said, her scared voice echoing into the abyss. "Anybody there?"

"Help me. Please, somebody. For the love of God, PLEASE!"

She could hear the voice more distinctly this time. It was the voice of a man. A hurt man. Perhaps a mortally wounded man.

"I'm coming for you! Don't worry, I'm coming for you!" The brunette yelled desperately. She sprinted toward the tiny pin-like light in front of her.

The light got bigger and bigger, until finally she found herself in an Indian-like pyramid, a sacrificial table set up in the middle of a huge room. She couldn't see where she was exactly, just the huge wooden slab in front of her. And the man upon it.

A man with brown spiky hair was lying with his hands and feet bound with some kind of wire, secured to an unknown location. Everything was just so dark. Except for the table. His jeans looked normal, but his shirt was simply ripped to shreds.

She ran up to him, and met his big, green, watering eyes.

"What's happened? What's your name?" The worried brunette was trying her best to get the wires that bound his hands and feet to come undone but to no avail.

"D….D….Dean" The man managed to say between heart-wrenching sobs. "Please….it just….hurts…too much…I can't take it much longer."

The brunette stared hard into his eyes without stopping her tugging on the wire. "Listen, Dean, I'm going to save you. I'm going to get you out of here."

The girl looked down at her hands to see that they too were shredded just like Dean's shirt, just like his body, her blood pouring down her arms.

As she was looking at her hands, Dean whispered "It's too late. It's too late for me." The girl gazed into his eyes and suddenly the light was gone. The man was gone. Dean was gone.

The brunette opened her mouth in a silent scream when suddenly -

The girl sat bolt upright in her bed.

"What the hell?" She muttered in a thick Southern drawl, feeling sweat drenching every inch of her body. She covered her face with her hands for a few seconds, trying to regulate her breathing. She opened her eyes and noticed the light was on in the kitchen. She threw back her covers and tumbled out of bed.

"I need some damn coffee," she voiced into the silence of her room and padded toward the light.

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The blonde girl was stirring her coffee when her roommate came out of her room and shuffled towards her. She motioned to the coffee and the brunette girl nodded.

"Are you okay?" Her roommate asked even though she was pale and drawn. The blonde nodded slightly, easing herself into her third cup of coffee, this time with cream and sugar.

"Just... had a bad dream." Her roommate nodded.

"Tell me about it." The brunette shook her head as she poured her coffee. "Think maybe there was something funny in those tacos last night?" The blonde shrugged.

"Dunno." She sipped the coffee and looked at her friend, studying her actions. The hand that she used to measure out the sugar was shaking and her knees kept locking and unlocking, seemingly without her notice.

"Well whatever it was, I don't like it." The brunette tucked one arm around the other, holding her coffee in her free hand. She leaned her back against the counter and stared at her blonde friend. "What do you think it is?"

"Like I said, I don't know." She turned her green eyes up to her friend's blue ones. "But I do know that whatever the dreams mean, it isn't good." The brunette sighed.

"Crap." She shook her head and downed her coffee. "I was afraid you might say that."

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A/N: So here's the first chapter, very short, but we hope you guys liked it. The next chapter will be out… instantly! Please feel free to review and let us know what you think!

See you soon!

kripke's keepers

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