Supernatural—Fan Fiction
Blood Ties – Chapter One
Sam Winchester awoke with a start. For a moment, he felt disoriented. Then he heard the reassuring voice of his brother Dean.
"You finally awake, little bro?" asked Dean.
Sam shook his head to clear it.
"Yeah," Sam replied, pushing himself up in the seat. "I think so."
Sam looked out the car window at the barren landscape. He always hated the desert. It seemed so bleak.
"Where are we?" asked Sam.
"Utah. About 50 miles from Salt Lake City." replied Dean.
Sam looked back out at the desert. All he could see for miles was sand and sagebrush. Sam had been dreaming about this place, this woman, since he was a child. Yet his dreams had become more urgent over the last few months. Now he was on his way to meet her. Dean had managed to track her down. She was a university professor in Religion and Folklore at the University of Utah.
"Sammy." said Dean interrupting his thoughts. "We don't have to do this."
Sam turned to his brother and cocked a grin. As far back as he could remember, Dean had always looked out for him. In fact, Sam always thought of Dean as the most important person in his life.
Sam turned back to the view in front of him. He took a deep breath and blew out his answer.
"I need to do this." said Sam quietly.
Dean said nothing but inwardly sighed. He didn't want to see his brother hurt. Dean knew that Sam had never really gotten over Jessica's death and after their father died, some part of Sam turned inward. Dean had no idea why Sam was so desperate to see this woman, but Dean also knew to trust Sam's visions. Yet, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with this vision. The fact that Sam had been having visions of this woman since childhood was extremely disturbing. Dean looked over at his brother who was staring out of the window.
"Sam" said Dean cautiously. "Maybe your visions are telling you to stay away from this woman."
Sam didn't reply. As much as he loved Dean, there were things he couldn't tell his brother. Sam never told Dean about his visions of dad dying prior to his death. And Sam could never tell Dean about his visions of this mystery lady. She had long dark flowing hair and large dark sad eyes. His visions of her changed over time, but he always managed to see her when she was sad. His first visions of her came from her fighting with a man he couldn't see and her hugging and crying with a baby and little boy in her arms. He kept seeing her in this vision for years. Then she disappeared from his life for a while, but after Jessica's death, she appeared in this vision again. She seemed even sadder this time spending tears and days standing over a gravestone. Sam could never see the marker, but he knew that this was someone close to her. Gradually, those visions faded as well. Finally, a few weeks ago, Sam saw her again. This time, the vision troubled him. This woman was being haunted by a demon. At night, he could hear her voice in his head as she thrashed out in pain. During the day, Sam could see that this demon haunted her every step and never left her alone. Sam had no idea how to find this woman, but he knew that she needed help. That's when he turned to Dean.
It always surprised Sam how his brother was able to find people from such little description. Their father, John, had always said that Dean had the instincts of a Marine and that those instincts would serve Dean well on their demon hunting excursions. Using Sam's descriptions of the woman, her work and her home, Dean was able to track her down to Salt Lake City. Despite Dean's foreboding, Sam had been insistent that the brothers visit this woman and help her. Finally, Sam turned to Dean.
"I know that you don't agree with this." said Sam, "but we have to help this woman."
Dean opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. Besides they were only 45 minutes from Salt Lake, what would have been the point?
The brothers rode the rest of the way to the city in silence. Salt Lake and its surrounding county was facing brushfires in the mountains. As a result, the city was cloaked in ash and fog and Dean could barely see in front of him as he drove into the city. The brothers managed to find a hotel near the University of Utah and settled down for the night. Neither Sam nor Dean said much to each other and while Dean fell into his usual dreamless slumber, Sam laid awake staring at the ceiling, turning over everything he knew about this woman in his mind. She was about the same age that his mom would have been. She was a professor in Religion and Folklore at a major university. She was a widow with her husband taking his own life a few months before. She did not have any children. Sam sighed and turned on his side. He had no idea why this woman had been haunting him for so long, but he knew that they were connected some how. Sam closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He would find his answers tomorrow.