The Beginning

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Ch. 1

John Winchester sat at the table of their most recent motel. This one was no better than any of the others he and his boys moved around to. In fact it was probably a little worse than what he usually gets but he was running low on money and could not get anything else. It was well past midnight and he was just finishing his journal entry about his latest hunt. He sighed sadly as he looked over at his boys asleep on the bed furthest away from the door. Sam was curled up beside his brother. Dean, even in sleep protecting his little brother, had an arm thrown around the younger boy. "They deserve better than this," he thought as he finally turned out the light and quietly made his way towards his bed in the dark.

It was only three hours later when something woke him from his sleep. John looked around wondering what had awoken him. Several minutes later he decided that it was just his imagination and settled to get a few more hours of sleep when he heard a whimper coming from the bed next to him. He looked over to see Dean sitting up and shaking Sam. "What's wrong with Sam," he asked his oldest.

"I don't know he won't wake up." Dean was starting to panic.

"It's okay Dean, I'm sure Sammy's fine. He's probably just having a bad dream." John walked over and started to shake Sam to get him to wake up. He started to become nervous when the only response was a whimper. "Sam, Sammy, common kiddo, wake up."

"Dad he's crying! Why is Sammy crying?" John picked Sam up and held him close to his chest. He continued to try and wake up Sam anyway he could think of. John was getting desperate as Sam started to cry harder, and then all of sudden Sam woke up with a scream. His whimpering cries then turned into sobs.

"Shh it's okay Sammy, your safe. Nothing is going to hurt you," John reassured his son.

After only a half hour Sam was able to calm down and go back to sleep.

"What was that all about," Dean asked as his dad lowered a sleeping Sam onto the bed.

"You know he has nightmares."

"Yeah but they're never that bad." John sighed as he looked at his six-year- old son already too old for his age.

"I know son. Let's go back to bed and try to get some more sleep ok?"

"'Mon Daddy, wake up." John woke up to Sam sitting firmly on his chest smiling from ear to ear. He looked over to the clock on the side table. Eight o'clock. That was two hours later than usual. The nightmare must have taken a lot out of the small boy.

"No Sammy, Daddy," John said. It was a game that he and Sam sometimes would play.

"But I hungy." John just grabbed his baby boy around the waist and turned over and clutched the small boy to him like a teddy bear and gave out a fake snore. "No Daddy ge' up," Sam laughed.

"Okay I'm getting up. What do you want to eat?"

"Charms! Daddy should I wake Dean up so he can have some?"

"No I think we should let him sleep for a little longer." John pulled out a bowl and the Lucky Charms for Sam. "Do you want some milk?"

"Yes pwease." John smiled at the young boys manners. He figured that Pastor Jim had taught the boys a little about manners because he knew that it wasn't him or any other person the boys have been around. At least he was able to keep the swearing down in front of the boys.

As Sam finished eating Dean came over to the table rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Mornin' Dean."

"Morning Sammy, Dad."

"Good morning. You want some cereal?"

"Yeah, hey Sammy what was your dream about last night?"

It never failed, whenever Sam had a nightmare Dean would be the one to ask him what it was about. Usually Sam wasn't even aware that he had a nightmare but sometimes he would remember his dream.

"I dreamed abou' a bus."

How could dreaming about a bus make Sam cry both John and Dean wondered?

"What about the bus," Dean asked.

"I dunno," Sam shrugged.

"So I was thinking that we would go see Uncle Bobby for a while."

"YAY!" John hoped that his friend wouldn't mind him dropping in for awhile, but it was the only place he could think of that he could reach. With the money he had, he had just enough to feed him and the boys lunch and fill up with enough gas to get to Bobby's.

After breakfast John packed with Dean's help while Sam watched "some little kids show" as Dean had put it. A half hour later Dean was buckled into the back seat of the impala with Sam strapped into his car seat next to him and they were finally ready to leave their latest "home".

They were at a stop light on their way out of town when Sam suddenly said "I seen him afore," pointing out the window at middle aged man talking on his cell phone.

"That's nice son," John replied knowing that Sam might have seen him during the brief outings they had in town.

"Daddy has to stop him a'for he runs in da bus."

"What was that Sa-" John was cut off by Dean's scream of horror and Sam's wail as the man Sam pointed out walked calmly onto the street and was hit by a bus.

"Dad i-is he dead," Dean asked in a small voice still looking at the scene outside the window. Just then the light turned green and John stomped on the gas determined to get his children as far as he could.

Once they were a few miles out of town he finally pulled over so that he could comfort his still distraught children. "Sam h-how did you know he was going to run into that bus," John asked quietly holding a now happy Sammy

"My dweam Daddy."

"Your dream?"

"Yup. Dean can I have da colors now?"

When they were back on the road and Sam was happily coloring Dean turned to his dad. "Dad, do you really think that Sammy saw that guy walk in front of that bus in his dream?"

"I don't know Dean."

"If he did, what does that mean?"

"I'm sorry kiddo I don't know. But I'm going to find out."

TBC…

Okay so this is the story that I wrote to introduce a possible new series... I already have the next story going so... Let me know what you think! if you don't like it then i won't continue...