Chapter 1

"I had another one of those dreams last night. One of those dreams where I don't know where I am or what's going on. I've been having these dreams a lot lately. I start out in a nursery with a small night light and a crib in the middle of the room. The soft light seemed to reflect the walls as being painted pink with small spots of green.

I walk over and look into the crib. There is a baby asleep in a pink, blush blanket. The baby looks so fragile and vulnerable. She had blonde hair stuck to her forehead. Her lips were pushed out as if looking for a kiss. She was holding on to the blanket with tiny fingers.

I feel something then. A feeling of dread washes over me. I turn around and find a man standing before me. He lets out a laugh that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. All of a sudden, the room catches on fire and I wake up screaming.

I hate having these dreams. I have absolutely no idea where they are coming from or what they mean. I'm sitting in the car right now with Sam and Dean. We are heading to Kentucky now to go after a werewolf or something like that. I haven't really been listening. Oh well, what else is a girl to do when she's riding in a car for 10 hours with her brothers? Well, I think I'll be sociable now and see what we're up against."

I closed my dairy and put it in my purse.

"Nice to know you've rejoined reality, Jordan," Dean said. He was behind the wheel of his '67 Impala (as usual). Sam was in the passenger seat with a map and a flashlight.

"Dean, our world is not reality. I'd rather be stuck in my dairy than have to deal with our reality."

"She's got a point there, Dean," Sam said, looking up from his map.

"Oh, shut up."

I smiled. My brothers were the coolest guys around. I would rather travel the country with them than have a normal life. We lead a very different life style. We hunt monsters. Yes, any creature that you ever thought was under your bed is real. And there are a lot more that you've never thought of. Not even in your worst nightmares. Our job is to hunt them down and kill them. There are more of us hunters around, but we prefer to work alone. I like it like that anyway. However, this job does have its down sides. We don't get to stay in one place for very long, we can never have any friends, and we have no place of our own to live. But, like I said, I love being with my brothers. They don't treat me like the 16 year old I am. Sam is 6 years older than I, and Dean is 10 years older than I. We all get along just fine though.

"So, how much longer until we reach Kentucky?" I asked taking a drink of my yellow Gatorade.

"About another 2 hours," Sam replied handing me back a granola bar. "We'll stop for the night once we reach Lexington."

"Cool." I peeled open the plastic covering and could smell chocolate and marshmallows almost immediately. Yum, I thought. S'more flavor is my favorite. Sam was always taking care of me. It got annoying sometimes, but most of the time it was comforting. I took a bite of sweet deliciousness and let my head fall back on the head rest. When I started to close my eyes, Metallica came out of nowhere and broke my ear drums. I trust forward to the sound of bad singing coming from the driver's seat.

"Come on Dean. Really? It's 3:00 in the morning. Can't Metallica wait until at least 7?"

Dean stopped singing and turned down the music. I heard him mutter something along the lines of "party-pooper" or "kill-joy." I rested my head again and closed my eyes.

I was in a dark, cool cave. There was no light and no sound. I walked, blindly, down the tunnel. Up ahead I could see two lights. Two, yellow lights shining in the distance that called to me.

"Come to me," they seemed to say. "Come to the light." I was excited and began to run towards the light. The light out shined my fear of the dark and unknown.

As I ran, I began to feel more and more afraid. This light was different. It seemed to have a dark side to it. But how could light be dark? I asked myself. I stopped running. The light called out stronger.

"Come to me." Without thinking about it, I backed away. Then out of nowhere a hand came up from the ground and grabbed my leg. I fell to the ground as I was being pulled toward the light.

"Come to me!"

I clawed the ground trying to get away. Tears stung my eyes. I was screaming.

"Let me go!"

The hand grabbed my leg tighter and pulled faster. The two lights were now only a few feet away.

"NOOOOOOO!"

I sat up in a bed screaming. Dean rushed to my side.

"Hey, calm down girl. Nothing's wrong. It was just a dream." Tears fell from my face and my throat was sore from screaming. I hugged Dean and held on tight. I could hear Sam walking into the room.

"Everything okay?"

Dean moved as he looked up. "Yeah. We're good."

I could hear Dean's heart beat and it was comforting. I slowly began to relax. It was just a dream, I told myself. Just a dream.

Dean was stroking my hair. He always loved to play with it. Well, how could he refuse when it was as long as the Great Wall of China? My brown hair goes all the way down to my rear end. And before you say anything, "Yes, I do, sometimes sit on it." Trust me, that is not comfortable.

Dean let me go and pulled back to look in my eyes.

"Nightmares again?"

I nodded. I had told him about them a couple weeks before. Not what they were about, just that I was having them.

I looked around the cheap motel. It had racing horse wallpaper and Churchill Downs headboards. We are definitely in Kentucky.