An Unusual Premonition

Dark storm clouds floated across the sky, covering the moon and sending inky blackness across the Earth. Silence filled the air as a lone car traveled down the road. Dean Winchester was driving to a motel after dropping his brother off at home after dealing with a ghoul. Each day there was a new threat, but there was nothing he and his brother, Sam, couldn't handle. It was the first time they had returned to where their job began ever since the incident with Jessica Moore.

The day had been tiring, like most, but there was nothing better than getting to take a nice shower and relax in a warm bed. Perhaps he'd even stop at a store on the way home and get himself a treat. The lack of money in his pocket, however, dissuaded his decision to pick up a pie and instead he focused on the drive to the motel. There was only one other thing he could think of that could beat some downtime from the job, which was so rarely granted. The likely hood of that occurring, however, were slim to none.

Moonlight peeked out from the clouds and Dean pulled into the parking lot. He strolled into the lobby and rung the bell for the receptionist. A beautiful brunette came out from the back office. A smile spread across his face as she stood at the counter. "Hello I would like to rent a room for one night," he said trying to sound as husky and attractive as he could. Her fingers danced across the keyboard of the computer.

"Will you be paying in cash or by card?" said Penelope, as was stated by her name tag. Dean pulled out one of his many credit cards and handed it to her. She swiped the card through a reader and handed it back to him along with a room key. "I hope you enjoy your stay Mr. Aframian." He dropped both into his jacket pocket and leaned against the counter.

"Maybe you could sneak up my room later tonight and it'd make my stay here even better," he said giving a charming grin. Unfortunately, she just laughed and went back into the office. Defeated he headed up to his room and threw his stuff onto the bed. The room was lackluster, but it was enough. After a hot shower, he dropped himself onto the bed and closed his eyes. Within a few minutes sleep overtook him.

Streetlights lit up the empty roads and for the most part, everything seemed abandoned. No lights shone in the buildings around him, no cars were driving nor even occupying the sides of the road available to park. Dean stood in the middle of a very familiar place. It was her hometown. Cassie Robinson. Clouds swirled overhead giving the town a more ominous feel to it than it already had. From the darkness came an ear piercing scream that put him on edge.

Sprinting off in the direction the scream came from, he was consumed by darkness. Streetlights glowed only every few blocks. It seemed the rest were broken. Something was wrong and he couldn't afford to waste any time. Eventually, Dean emerged into a park. Trees outlined the grounds and a fountain was spurting out water, at least that's what he thought it was. It was too dark to see anything and by the strong stench of iron in the air, it could very well have been blood. What he saw in front of the fountain caused his heart to skip a beat and speed up at the same time.

There she was, Cassie, lying unconscious on the ground. Her clothes were shredded and heavily stained with what looked to be more blood and possibly some mud. It was impossible to tell her injuries if she had any. Dean fell to the ground in despair assuming the worst. He had loved her, more than any other woman. He regretted the way they had left things and if he had a chance he would change things.

Out of the shadows, a figure covered in a dark cloak moved in front of her. The only noticeable characteristics were the eyes, which almost seemed to glow from under the hood, or perhaps they did glow. A deep chuckle came from the figure as it picked up Cassie by the hair. Her face contorted in pain and she let out a whimper.

Rage ripped it's way through Dean as he stood and charged the figure. His footsteps slammed against the sidewalk as he grew closer and closer to whatever it was that held her. It made no indication of moving, instead choosing to stand its ground. Before he could ram into the figure, the landscape fell away and he plummeted into pure darkness, all the while hearing her screams. Screams of pain, of fear, of sadness. All the screams echoed the same word to him. Dean.

Dean bolted upright. Cold sweat ran down his back and he could feel himself shaking. It was a dream, just a dream. Wasn't it. Her screams, the laughter, the smell of blood; everything felt so real to him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of the anxiety he felt. If it was just a dream then why was he so concerned for her.

Unable to calm his nerves, he sat up knowing he wouldn't be going back to bed anytime soon. He grabbed the tv remote that sat on the nightstand next to him and flipped on the tv. Normally there was nothing good on tv but something on would help his nerves even it was something irritating like paid programming. Surfing through channels he came to a major news network. They were broadcasting from Cape Girardeau, Missouri. He fumbled with the remote managing to turn up the volume.

A reporter stood on the sidewalk in front of a park. It had trees surrounding the perimeter and a fountain set in the middle…just like in his dream. Police tape covered the area behind her and red and blue lights danced across the ground. "Last night another person went missing by the name of Dalton Sheppard," explained the reporter. "When he didn't come home last night his fiancee grew worried and called the police. His car was found in the parking lot of the park behind me." Deans anxiety grew worse as the reporter continued. "Similar to the other disappearances of Marvin Herring, Mallory Holt, Rodney Cantu, and Nichole Schaefer; Dalton Sheppard marks the fifth person missing in a string of mystery that all lead to the same place. Dennis Scivally park." That was the last straw.

Dean switched the TV off and threw on some clothes. In his rush, he nearly forgot to put on pants. He gathered up his tools and rushed out of the room. He locked it up and went to the lobby leaving the key on the counter. Running back out to the car he threw everything in the truck and got behind the wheel. He switched the radio station so he could continue to listen to the news report and took off to Sam's.

Dean must have banged on the door a couple dozen times before his brother finally opened the door. His knuckles were bright red and even bleeding a small bit. Before Sam could question him, he pushed his way into the house and sat down in a chair. "Well come right in then," mumbled Sam. Clearly, he was not amused and by the fact that they were both exhausted when they got to bed, he was even angrier than he seemed. "Well then what was so important that you needed to break my door in?" he asked sarcastically.

"No time to talk, just get dressed, get your weapons, and get in the car," said Dean. He tapped his foot anxious. He could feel his brother staring at him.

"No, I'm not going anywhere until you explain things," said Sam leaning against the door frame. He wasn't going to make this easy, but if Dean wanted to get him somewhere he knew he'd have to explain everything to him. Sam waited patiently for him to start talking. Dean sighed and began.

"I had a dream about Cassie." Sam sighed and he knew that this was already off to a bad start. "There was something, some monster who had attacked her, he injured her badly." Sam walked over and sat down with his brother. "I know it's stupid, but I need to make sure she's okay." Same set his hand on Dean's shoulder as comfort.

"She's fine, it was just a dream," explained Sam. Dean grew angrier and stood up.

"It's not just a dream! It means something! Something is going to happen to her!" Dean shouted. Normally he was the cool-headed one, but when it came to Cass he couldn't control himself.

"This is coming from the guy that doesn't even believe that my dreams come true and they end up happening," said Sam in an irritated tone. Dean could feel his body shaking with rage.

"That's not all there is to this," he said through gritted teeth. Sam stared at him slightly intrigued. "When I woke up I flipped on the news, there have been a series of disappearances in Cape Girardeau." To prove his point he turned the tv to the same channel to what he had been watching earlier. Sam sat up and watched the report for a few moments before standing.

"You'd better be right about this," he said as he walked into his bedroom. Dean sighed in relief. He collapsed into the chair behind him feeling the majority of the anxiety disappear. A few minutes later Sam came back out looking a bit more awake. "Let's get going then, it's a long drive to Missouri."

Dean hopped up and left the house followed by Sam. Dean slid into the car while Sam locked up the house. The car rumbled to life as Sam got into the passenger side and buckled up. "You owe me breakfast," mumbled Sam as he rested his head against the back of the seat. Dean pulled away from the curb and headed out to the city. Hopefully they weren't too late to help her and hopefully, Sam didn't order an expensive breakfast.

(Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. When I started this, I was doing this for a friend and I didn't know anything about Supernatural. I had thought about giving up on the story and deleting it until people started asking me to update it and said they liked it even if it was only a few people. Since then I have started watching Supernatural and I have more of an idea of what I'm doing. Instead of continuing the chapters as well I decided to return and fix the chapters now that I know more about it though I've only watched a few episodes. I will work hard to get the chapters done and I refuse to give up on this story. I'm having fun writing these and I hope you will enjoy the story.)