Hello everyone! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction, so I hope I did it well. Constructive criticism is very welcome, so long as you are not rude. If you end up liking this, there will be much more to come.
This takes during various episodes and seasons so I will always be clear when things are happening. This takes place during Season 2 or 3, but definitely before "Fresh Blood". A line break will mean that the following takes place a day(s) later (The previous part and following part would not be related).
And a huge thanks to Elva Pendragon for collaborating with me on this!
The disclaimer for this chapter and all that follow (because I know I will forget): I do not own anything, only my OC's and the plot! Although everyone wishes they owned at least one character from the show, right? ... Right?
Dean and Sam walked out of a hospital after looking up death records. They walked towards the Impala, ready to drive to a cemetery.
Dean was two steps ahead of Sam when he caught sight of something.
It appeared to be a person.
"Who the hell is in my car?" Dean yelled as he ran the few steps left to the Impala.
He slammed his hands down on the door and peered in the open window to find that there was no one there.
"What is it, Dean?" Sam asked, coming up behind him.
"I could have sworn that I saw someone in here." Dean straightened and faced Sam.
"Are you sure you're not just seeing things?" Sam asked, a little concerned.
"I knew what I saw, Sam." Dean raised his voice.
"Alright, relax." Sam tried to calm his brother down. "I'm sure there's an explanation for it."
"There better be." Dean angrily replied.
"Let's just get to cemetery." Sam offered. "Alright?"
"Fine." Dean went around to the other side of the Impala and unlocked it. He sat in the driver's seat and Dean got into the passenger seat. Dean started the engine, put the gear in drive, and pressed his foot on the gas.
He thought he saw something and slammed on the brakes.
"Right there." Dean pointed. "It was her!" He turned to face Sam.
Sam leaned to see where Dean was pointing, but didn't see anyone. "Who?"
Dean turned back around to point out the woman again. She was no where to be found. "What? Where is she?" Dean furrowed his brow.
"Dean, I think you're just seeing things." Sam reasoned. "Burning some bones will take your mind off it."
"You better be right." Dean huffed as he drove down the street, towards the local cemetery.
Sam fell asleep pretty quickly after climbing into the twin bed in the motel room.
At first it was a dreamless sleep, but images soon came.
To Sam, it felt like he was walking through a maze of rooms. He found a door and opened it.
He walked into a dark room with bright light shining down from somewhere. There was a woman in the middle of the room, dressed in white.
"Excuse me, where am I?" Sam asked.
"I have a message." The woman replied. "For you and your brother, Sam Winchester."
Before Sam could speak, the woman held a slender, pale finger to her lips to keep him quiet.
"You will find out what it is soon enough." The woman told Sam.
"But-" Sam started.
"Now, wake up." The woman ordered.
Sam blinked and found himself laying in the bed in the motel.
Dean was already dressed and ready. He saw that Sam was awake. "Mornin', sunshine." He said.
When he didn't hear a reply, he looked at Sam. "Did you have another vision?"
Sam sat up in the bed. "No. I didn't." He was confused.
"What? Every nightmare you have has to do with someone dying." Dean stood up and walked over, sitting on his already made bed.
"This was different." Sam shook his head.
"What did you see?" Dean asked.
"I was walking through these empty rooms until I got to a door. I opened it and there was a woman standing in the center of the room." Sam described what happened.
"What did she look like?" Dean asked.
"Hard to tell. She was dressed in white." Sam replied.
"A Woman in White?" Dean asked.
"No, not in that sense." Sam shook his head. "She told me that she had a message for me and you." Sam added.
"She knew who we were?" Dean freaked out a little.
Sam nodded.
"Well what was it?" Dean asked, anxious.
"She didn't say." Sam sighed.
"Did she say who she was?" Dean asked yet another question.
"No." Sam paused. "But what has the power to do that? To speak to someone in their dream?"
"I don't know." Dean tried to think.
"Is it in dad's journal?" Sam asked.
"I've been through it a million times and I haven't seen any mention of messages through dreams." Dean replied.
Sam sighed.
"Come on." Dean slapped him on the back. "We got an angry spirit that needs killing." Dean smiled, stood up, and walked away.
Sam sighed again, getting out of the bed.
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The next chapter should be up soon, but no promises.
And I might possibly be open to OC submissions? Send in a full (and I mean FULL) description if you want to. I think this is kind of Elva Pendragon's idea, but hey. She could beat me up any day of the week so I'm just putting it on here just in case.
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