Dream Eater

Summary: Set after 'Bring on the Banshee'.

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Chapter One

Interstate Highway 87, New York, February 2007

The entire setting was foggy. He couldn't see a thing, even when he raised a hand up to his face. The fog was incredibly thick.

He looked around, seeing nothing but fog. It confused him. This wasn't like the many other dreams he had dreamt. What was going on? Why was he here?

Something moved behind him. A low rustle, usually the average person wouldn't hear it.

But he wasn't an average person. He was a hunter. He felt his heart skip a beat when he learned the rustle came from right behind him, about a few inches away.

He quickly turned but saw nothing. Now he was scared.

"Hey..."

He turned again. Nothing.

"Why...?"

"What?" he heard himself ask. That voice, it sounded so familiar...something wasn't right.

"...didn't you...tell...?"

"WHAT?!" he yelled.

"...You...didn't..."

"It's your fault."

His eyes widened.

Something appeared in front of him.

Before he could get a look, something happened. He felt himself being yanked from--

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"Sam!"

Sam Winchester snapped awake, somewhat aware that someone's hand was on his shoulder. Slowly, he turned from the driver's seat of the Impala, which was pulled over by a gas station. Beside him in the passenger's seat was Sarah Blake, who had apparently just woken up herself.

Her eyes looked worried, "Sam, you were shaking. Did you have a nightmare?"

Sam paused, then looked out the window. Raindrops danced upon the glass, and the window wipers up front didn't do much for the heavy rain. Sam hid his troubled mood as he muttered,

"I don't know, Sarah. I just don't know..."

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Salem, Massachusetts, same time

Jade Carrigan walked down the hallway of the boarding house as quietly as she could, holding a steaming cup of chamomille tea. She was in her pajamas, a simple black t-shirt with the words 'Witchy Woman' embroidered on the front, and black pajama shorts which you didn't see, due to the black robe she wore around her.

As she traveled to her room, she passed Dean Winchester's room. The door was open a crack, so Jade couldn't help but stop and peek.

He was asleep on his back in his bed, Jade wasn't sure if he was barechested or not. She shook her head quickly, tuning out those thoughts. She walked into her room and quietly closed the door behind her, placing her cup of tea on the nightstand.

Jade laid down in her bed, then, when she was comfortable, grabbed her cup and took a sip. She nodded. Just the right amount of sugar was in her tea. Earlier she had asked Dean if he wanted some, but he declined.

"Nah, I don't want chick's tea."

"Fine," she had replied, shrugging, "but it's good stuff."

So she made only one cup, and now she was back in her room, trying to ignore the fact her bed was big enough for two. She drank her tea until she was done, and got up once again to place the cup in the sink downstairs.

Jade once again passed Dean's room, and this time she didn't look.

Which was why she was caught by surprise when she felt someone grab her arm.

Jade whirled around, "Sheesh, Dean, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Just as she met his eyes, she quickly looked away, feeling her face turn hot and her ears burn. He wasn't barechested (dammit--no...she meant thank Wicca), but he was wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts.

"I would've tried to resuscitate you the best I could," Dean grinned.

"Shut up," Jade snapped, snatching her arm out of his grasp. She began her trek downstairs, cup in hand.

Unfortunately, Dean decided to follow her and annoy her, "Hey, where you going?"

"Don't get your boxers in a bunch, I'm putting this cup in the sink," Jade turned on the light and began washing the cup.

Through the sound of running water she heard Dean mutter, "Suit yourself..."

Jade instantly turned off the sink, turned to face him, and placed both hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow, "And what is that supposed to mean, Mr. Winchester?"

"Come on, we've been here for a whole day already," Dean whined.

Jade frowned, and headed out of the kitchen, turning off the light. She knew what he meant.

"What? What did I say now?" Dean followed again.

"Nothing. You didn't do anything. Goodnight, Dean," snapped Jade as she stormed into her room and locked the door. She sighed as she heard him leave. If she gave in to temptation...no, she couldn't let that happen. He was a guy...who just didn't settle. Dean just wasn't that kind of guy. She wasn't going to do something she might regret later.

Jade sighed, laid down, and shut off her bedroom light.