Chapter 1: Nightmares

"Hello Sam!" Jessica whispered bringing her hand up to his cheek.

"Jes-Jes-" Sam stuttered. "How-How?"

"You're looking good. Better than I last saw you." Jessica laughed through tears. She brought her hand down from Sam's face and wiped her tears away.

"Jess," Sam sighed hanging his head.

"It wasn't your fault, baby." Jessica smiled wrapping her arms around his neck comfortingly.

"But it was!" Sam cried hugging her tighter.

"You didn't kill me. That thing killed me." Jessica said staring him in his soft green eyes.

"No. But it was-"

"Nothing you say, is going to convince me that you killed me, Sam." Jessica whispered. "Unless you dressed up as that monster and did it yourself."

"I'm so sorry!" Sam cried burying his head in her shoulder.

"Don't worry. Things will work themselves out." Jessica cooed softly. "You need to go back to your brother."

"No! I wanna stay here with you." Sam pleaded.

"I'll always be here. No matter how corny that sounds." Jessica laughed brushing the side of his cheek with the back of her hand. "I love you."

"JESSICA!" Sam shouted shooting up in his bed.

"What the hell!?" Dean said in alarm flipping on the light switch. Sam tried to catch his breath. He swung his feet over the bed and stumbled over to the bathroom and flipped on the light and shut the door.

"It couldn't have been-" Sam said turning on the faucet and splashing his face with the cool water.

"Sam!" Dean growled sleepily, pounding on the bathroom door. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Nothing, Dean! Just go back to bed!" Sam called turning off the faucet and looking at his flushed face in the mirror. The dream he had was so real. It was like he was actually there! The smell she smelled like, the way she touched him, the way she talked!

"Was it another nightmare?" Dean asked after awhile. Sam couldn't believe he was still standing at the door! Normally he would have left by then.

"No." Sam whispered.

"Well, if you aren't going explain, then I'm going back to bed!" Dean called, walking over to his bed and lying down.

"I can't even explain it to myself!" Sam mumbled flushing his face in cool water again.

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"Sammy!" Dean said pounding on the bathroom door. Sam jolted awake at the sound of Dean's angry voice.

"What?" he said with a groggy voice. He rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly. His neck was killing him.

"It's 10 in the morning!" Dean growled. "What are you doing in there?"

"It's 10?" Sam asked still part incoherent.

"Yes! Now get out!" Dean yelled. "We have to get going!" Sam stood up, uneasy at first. He swung open the door and was blinded by the sun coming through the window. "Wow. You look like crap."

"I don't just look like it." Sam grumbled walking over to the bed.

"Your right." Dean said wrinkling his nose. "You smell like it to! When was the last time you took a shower? Or hell! Even brushed your teeth!"

"I did before I went to bed last night. Then I woke up-" Sam cut off his sentence quickly and flopped onto his bed.

"What was with you last night?" Dean asked throwing some clothes into his already full suitcase.

"Nothing." he mumbled. "Just a nightmare."

"I thought you were done with that whole Jessica thing." Dean said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam growled.

"You shouted her name last night. Seriously dude, she died 2 years ago." Dean huffed.

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Sam yelled jumping to his feet.

"Simmer down, Sammy!" Dean laughed, noticing that Jessica was still a touchy subject for Sam. Sam dug around in his suitcase and pulled on a clean shirt.

"Let's just go." Sam murmured.

"Fine." Dean smiled flipping off the light of the motel and locking the door.

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"Where are we going, Dean?" Sam said after awhile of deafening silence.

"There's a strange haunting going on up in Menlo Park, California." Dean said keeping his eyes on the road.

"That town sounds familiar." Sam said wrinkling his forehead in thought.

"We go through and we go to a lot of towns, Sammy. They're going to start getting familiar." Dean commented rolling his eyes.

"No. We haven't been to California." Sam said shaking his head. "Except when that shape shifter was there. But then, we were by Palo Alto."

"Where?" Dean asked.

"Palo Alto. Stanford." Sam snapped. He was losing his train of thought , and Dean wasn't helping. "Menlo Park, Menlo Park." Sam repeated trying to flick the switch on in his brain.

"Isn't Menlo Park by Palo Alto?" Dean asked.

"Ya! It is." Sam remarked. "I think one of my friends live in that town."

"Oh." Dean said flatly. "Well we have work to do."

" Maybe when there's a break in the case." Sam shrugged. There was a brief moment of silence. "That town sounds REALLY familiar."

"Duh, Sammy. What are you? Losing your mind? You just said one of your friends lives there."

"I said I think one of my friends live there, but I don't think that's it." Sam said going back into deep thought.

"It's no big deal, Sam. We'll be getting there soon. I'm sure you'll remember when we get there." Dean said with no concern in his voice.

"Ya, I guess." Sam sighed. He laid his head on the back of the Impala and rested his eyes. He got hardly any sleep last night. Before he knew it, unconsciousness consumed him and he was fast asleep.

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"Wake up!" Dean said rousing Sam. Sam jolted awake and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Dean headed out of the car and Sam stumbled out, still half asleep. He met Dean at the back of the trunk.

"Where are we?" he yawned.

"Jesus, Sammy! We're in Menlo Park." Dean said loading the Rocksalt gun. "We're lucky that the haunting is attacking a house that's vacant. Apparently the Residents of Hopkins street have been reporting unexplained noises coming from the house." Dean slammed the trunk of the Impala and started walking toward the house.

"Did you say Hopkins Street?" Sam asked, becoming fully awake.

"Ya, Sam. Come on." Dean said stopping and turning around. He motioned with his thumb toward the house. Sam's heart stopped beating for a brief second.

"Dean!" he said weakly. "That was Jessica's house."