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False Destinies
Chapter 1
As Dean stepped out of his car, he saw his father waiting for him. Every year after her death, the family returned to what used to be their home, on the day of Mary Winchester's birthday. The sound of the Impala's engine was drowned out by silence. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam thought he saw a tear rolling down Dean's cheek. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his brother cry, or even shed just a single tear. Dean hardly ever showed his sensitive side to anyone. That was Sam's job.
This year had been harder for the three of them. So many times had they thought that the demon that killed their mother was dead, but it was still claiming the lives of other mothers and their babies. Every time the Winchesters tried to kill it, they were so close, but the demon just slipped through their fingers.
For fifteen minutes, the three just stood there, thinking of what life would be like now is she was still alive. "Sam, Dean, I just can't take this anymore. I feel like your mother would be disappointed in us if we didn't kill this thing." said John softly. "Dad, you seem to forget that that demon didn't only kill Mom. What about Jessica? I owe her the world, but now she's dead too. The only way I'll feel any relief is to get rid of the demon for good. If we're gonna kill this thing, it'd better be for both of them, Jess, and Mom." Jessica had been the love of Sam's life, and she still was. And, even though he was only a baby when his mother died, Sam still felt like he really knew her. John looked at his son, not knowing what to say, and turned to head for his truck. "Let's go." he said.
The three sat down at a small booth in the corner of the diner they stopped at. Sam took out his laptop and started looking through online newspapers. After about twenty minutes of searching through multiple pages, he put the computer away and got to his food. "Did you find anything?" asked Dean. "No, surprisingly. Look's like we finally get a break." replied Sam. Dean threw a tip on the table and they headed out to the parking lot. "Hey, I think I'm gonna head to that bar down the street for a couple of drinks. You guys want to come?" asked Dean. "No thanks. I need to get some sleep." said Sam. "Yeah, me too." added John.
Once John and Sam arrived back at the motel, they plopped down on the beds and fell fast asleep. Meanwhile, Dean was at the bar, chatting it up with some girls. It was obvious that he also needed sleep, but after weighing his options, how could he pass up girls and alcohol? He couldn't.
About a half-an-hour into their rest, John was awakened by Sam tossing in his bed. "Sam, wake up! Sam!" "Dad! It's Jessica, and Mom! The house, it's burning down!" Sam was tripping over his words as he tried to explain what he had just dreamt of. "What is it? What did you see, exactly?" questioned his father. "Jess and Mom are standing in front of a burning house...right now, or soon. I know it's real! It wasn't just a dream, it was a vision! Maybe they're still alive somehow. I just know that something is going on." "What house? Where is it?" "Dad, it's our old house." he said softly.
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Dean asked a girl at the bar. "Well, not really..." She was interrupted by Dean's cell phone ringing. "Hold on, I gotta take this." he said. "Dad? What's up?" "Dean, come back to the motel right now. Sam just had another vision." "What? What did he see?" Dean quickly asked. "I'll explain it all when you get here, just hurry." "OK, I'm on my way." he said, closing his phone. "Hey, I gotta go. Maybe next time?" Dean asked the girl. "Yeah, right." she said.
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I think I'm going to make this story mostly short chapters...I have a major case of writer's block right now.