Between the Lines
Chapter one
A "Supernatural" fanfiction
It was that dream again. The same dream Sam had been having every night for a while. He awoke in a cold sweat, droplets running down and off his skin, leaving him feeling chilled to the bone marrow. The image of Jessica Moore pinned to the ceiling, bleeding out onto the floor, had been oddly enough haunting him for the past three nights. Sam peered over at the other bed and stared at the peaceful rise and fall of Dean's chest as he slept on the other single bed.
They were in a hotel room. Sam hopped out of bed, taking a moment to pull his sleep pants up a little farther. He strode over to the T.V. which was across from the beds. Ever so quietly he took the files that were placed on there and began to read over them. This would be their first step into locating Lucifer. Since he was freed the Winchester brothers were surprised that there had not been as much clamorous events as they thought there might be.
But there was one. One small and out of the ordinary case that might be a lead onto finding him. Catching him. And sealing him once more.
Sam groaned quietly and placed the file back down. He had to wake up a little before reading it. Once more he cast a glance at Dean who was having no problem snoring away…lucky him. Sam wanted to ignore his reoccurring dream of his past girlfriend. Why was he having it in the first place? Was it even relevant? The dreams started happening every so often after Castiel appeared. Sam had always been grateful that Castiel saved Dean's life but he did start getting uncomfortable whenever he was in the room with both the angel and his brother. It wasn't the same case when he was alone with Dean, even like this, Sam felt more at peace. He didn't know why but Castiel had unnerved him ever since Lucifer had been set free.
This wasn't important to be thinking about, Sam knew it. He rolled his eyes at himself and grabbed the case files, planning on being at least slightly productive. This case was about someone who had gone missing, a college female from her dorm, nothing out of the ordinary. At first the local police thought it had to do with partying or possibly her leaving with someone. The reason that this case made its way to the Winchester's clutches was because when the girl was in her dorm some other students saw her go in there and none saw her exit. The girl had somehow disappeared whilst in her dorm room with no change to the doors and windows and nobody was with her at the time. When her room was examined later on there was a binder stored under her bed and all the pages inside it had a foreign writing that nobody could translate. None of the police were actually sure if this had anything to do with her disappearance, after all it could be something among friends, but it was just suspicious enough for those writings to hit the news. Castiel had conveniently been watching at the time and translated the sentence shown. It was an ancient language from an extinct race, the one sentence they saw said "Find me to make your dreams come true." What made this really strange is that this was a dead language that had never been recorded. There was no way to be exposed to, let alone learn this language enough to write it, in modern society.
Taking three fake FBI IDs the three of them immediately went to the area and acquired access to the file that Sam was holding in his hands. He had photocopies of all the pages in the binder in his hands. Castiel hadn't given them too much information on the language quite yet so Sam could in no way translate it. He, however, had no issue locating the sentence shown on the news a week ago.
"Sam?" Dean's voice broke the silence as he awoke. "How long have you been awake?" Sam looked over at his brother and watched him thoroughly rub his eyes before responding with a shrug. "Let me look at those." Dean took the papers from him without the polite notion to ask if Sam was finished.
Sam grumbled, tired although he didn't want to admit it, and took his bag of clothes into the bathroom to have a shower. He knew he had been irritable lately. Stress? Most likely. Sam knew the case might be essential to locating Lucifer…that and they had no other leads.
A little while later, after the Winchester brothers were ready to start their day, Castiel appeared in the room. "You should learn how to knock sometime." Dean smiled a little. Sam sighed, it slightly bothered him that the angel would simply materialize in the room with no warning whatsoever. Castiel's expression turned a tad confused at Dean's statement.
"How would knocking benefit us? Would it not just take me longer get inside the room?" both the Winchester brothers sighed. Castiel was a little hopeless at times. Dean laughed a little.
He grinned. "It's that 'human etiquette' thing you have to work on."
While the two of them chattered Sam grabbed the case files and straightened them up from the mess Dean had left them after his examination. He felt like such a third wheel. Dean and Castiel would make conversation, which usually consisted of Dean teasing the angel and the angel being denser than a diamond.
"Let's head off guys." Sam said as he slid his arms into his coat sleeves. Dean and Castiel nodded and, both of them already being ready to go, walked over to the door. The three of them left the hotel and double checked the file for their first location. They were going to do an examination of the missing girl's dorm room, because the police always miss something when it comes to supernatural events.
