Chapter one

Dreams

It wasn't the right thing to do especially on her own, but she couldn't think of anything else she wanted to do more.It felt like it was something she'd done before it was so familiar, she was somehow 'drawn' to this little passageway, the cold stone beneath her fingers, tracing every outline as she walked.It was the start of something dangerous. It was the start of the impending death that had preceded her once before, an impending death that Amanda Winchester refused to go through…again.

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I walked down the narrow hallway, a hallway I'd walked down so many times before. Although I tried to avoid it. I only ever walked down this hall when something was wrong, the paintings of my family, my mother, my father, my brothers lined the walls…all died in vain to save me from a fate that they could never stop no matter how hard they tried. Some will say I bought this on myself. They are wrong.I stopped to study they're faces, my guards stopping a little way behind, I was owed this much.

My mothers beautiful pale face stood out from the rest, she was so strong so independent, something I could never be, I was young when she died, just a child's mind ready to be moulded to anyone's bidding, although she was not perfect she had an eye to see when our country was ready for a war, but everyone has they're faults, she was a sucker for romance and after my father died many men came and went, half of which I've forgotten and I don't intend to remember.

My mother was hard willed with me. We didn't speak often, as queen there wasn't much time to spend with your daughter. I had my places of solace of course, one of which was down this hallway. If I didn't have my guards behind me I would trace my hands along the cool stone wall until I found the crevice that pushed a side to reveal the smallest passageway you could dream of, I spent many of my years from the age of 10 in a little compartment at the end of the passage, it wasn't just a secretive place I hid from my mothers wrath, but also a place of harmony, my harmony.

From the age of 16 I was able to meet my lover without anybody ever knowing and it was the best 4 years of my life, but that's in the past. My lover. My man. My soul mate. He was the only man that I ever truly loved, he was all I thought about on this long walk, this long walk toward my death, toward my execution, I passed his beautiful face in the crowd that had gathered to watch, it wasn't hard to spot he was the only one who wasn't jeering, yelling for my death. There was sorrow in his eyes as there was in mine, in our final meeting he spoke of our souls meeting in another life, they'd recognise each other, he'd said and we'd finally be together, forever.

As I stepped up on to the wooden platform my velvet green dress slid across the floor soundlessly, I felt it attach to each of my legs as I stepped forward, it was a dress to which I only wore on special occasions, I could feel the splinters beginning to pry into my bare feet I had decided against wearing shoes today, I would not need them where I was going. I saw the execution block…I saw the executioner with his black hood, in that second I saw my death. And I knew that the splinters in my feet wouldn't matter for it would all be over soon.


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Amanda woke with beads of sweat dripping down her face. Her itchy blankets were around her ankles and she was breathing heavily, the third dream within a month to wake her with a start. To a normal person this would have been a considered weird, but for Amanda Winchester there was no such thing as normal, everything unusual was weird.Her entire life had been raised around things that to you and me were unreal and unthinkable. She battled them daily with her family, or until her father died, now she battles them daily with her brothers, Sam and Dean. They're dysfunctional family that worked better then any other.

Amanda wiped her brow from sweat with her wrist and rubbed her neck the way they did in the movies, motel beds weren't the best. Her slender body was always exhausted in them, sitting up she pulled the band from her silken chocolate brown hair and let it fall over her shoulders, it was greasy and she knew that today she'd finally get a shower before her brothers, they had gone out for the night and left her to it for she was in what they call a 'girly mood' she looked across at the youngest of her brothers, although older than her, he was younger than Dean. Sam wasn't the one to stay out all night, although she doubted he'd be up soon she knew that she'd get a good twenty minutes before there was a banging on the bathroom door. She looked to her left to see that one of the cribs were empty, unmade. Dean had stayed out last night, what else was she expecting? Amanda smiled to herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed and sighed, she waddled her way over to the bathroom and locked the door as quietly as possible so as not to wake her brother.

She sighed and turned toward the plastic white bathtub leaning over and switching on the shower that hung above it. She stood in front of the mirror as she slipped out of her tank top and shorts, taking in the full extent of her washboard stomach, something she'd worked hard to achieve. Amanda was able to achieve around fifteen minutes of her expected twenty when to her shock, her eldest brother was banging on the door. She stepped out of the bathtub whilst mumbling about privacy being important, and swung her damp hair onto her one shoulder, wrapped a towel around herself was about to pick up her sleep wear, when she decided that she would leave a little note on the steamed up bathroom mirror for Dean.

'Finally' was all Dean could muster in his hung over state that morning. Amanda could smell the alcohol on his breath as he passed and the smoke that had attached itself to his clothes was circulating around the motel room. Sam was still asleep and Amanda hoped that Dean hadn't let him drink to much, Sam rarely drank but when he did, well, he was just never able to handle his liquor. Amanda sat on the edge of her bed and pushed her hair in to a rough bun, Sam was sound asleep and so she decided it was safe enough to get changed in the room they shared rather than wait for Dean to finish in the bathroom.

She picked her outfit carefully, they were moving on today, some hotel further north that was terrorised by poltergeists had caught Sam's attention. Picking something subtle, jeans and a tee, she pulled them on quickly before Sam woke and trotted to the mirror to tame her hair, she'd inherited her mothers hair, although much longer it was terrible to comb and even worse to keep a certain way. It usually lay straight, right down to the start of her bum. On occasions she tried to curl it, it just retreated back to its old state of straightness, although it suited her face, her blue eyes that stood out and her full lips that could seduce any man. She felt every knot combed through in her hair, after five minutes she got fed up with even attempting to comb it all, she pushed it up into a ponytail and started at herself in the mirror. Her skin was drying out and she desperately needed to pluck her eyebrows. She didn't feel particularly attractive today, although she gave up long ago on finding a boyfriend, just after her father went missing, her brothers were her life now, nothing would change that. She looked across to Sam lying sound asleep, his thin lips were opening and closing slightly with his breathing and his dark hair fell loosely over his face no direction to it at all, Sam was Amanda's rock don't get her wrong she loved Dean as much as she loved Sam they were equal in her eyes but Sam, he was just much more sensitive to her feelings, he'd helped her through a lot when they lost they're dad, mostly because he was going through the same thing, it was sometimes hard to understand how Dean was feeling. He tends to let it out in….his own way.

Amanda set about making herself busy, folding clothes as quietly as possible ready for packing waiting for Dean to finish in the bathroom so she could apply her makeup. Sam kept flinching in his sleep and Amanda wondered what he was dreaming about, something normal she hoped, last year Sam had had some trouble with 'visions' to which had saved a lot of lives but in the process caused him pain, something Amanda was at a loss at watching helplessly. Sam woke with a start turning over in his bed his sheets clinging to his body as he twisted, Amanda smiled, so he had drank to much last night, even with the extra hours of sleep he'd had, he looked exhausted his dark eyes were small and strained,

'Rough night last night?' she asked a sly smile creeping to her lips, Sam sighed and fell back his head falling onto his pillow and resting his arm across his eyes,

'Something like that yeah.' He replied peeking at her under his arm and smiling, Dean opened the bathroom door with a grin on his face that stretched from ear to ear,

'Hey little brother' His towel was wrapped around his lower body, tucked into itself at his torso, his bare chest was on show a chest that could easily be mistaken for a models, it was something Dean was proud of. Sam groaned as he lifted himself from his bed, he rubbed his eyes with his palm and pulled on some jogging bottoms, walked to the bathroom on his way pushing Dean who stumbled slightly until, after looking rather dumbfounded, winking at Amanda laughed and walked toward his own duffle bag to get dressed for that day that preceded them.