In short: Sam and Dean go to investigate a haunted house, but things get twisted when a local girl warns them to stay away. Limp!Sam, Hurt!Dean, and SamCecilia (an original character made up by me). Well, maybe. I'm not a big fan of romances in Supernatural.
Anyway, without further, ado, here is Chapter 1. Hope it doesn't start out too slow!
Chapter 1
"You're doing that thing again," Dean remarked from the driver's seat.
His younger brother Sam snapped out of it and looked up. "What?"
"You're doing that thing again," Dean repeated.
"What thing?"
"That thing where you tune me out and don't hear a word I say and stare at nothing with a really weird look on your face. What's wrong with you?"
"Dean," Sam said, "I'm always tuning you our." It was a feeble attempt at a joke, and Dean saw right through it.
"Ha ha," he said. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
Sam chewed on his bottom lip. "I don't know. I just have this weird feeling."
"Oh." Dean was silent for a moment. "Well, what?"
Sam looked at him. "What, what?" he asked.
"This feeling. What is it? Come on. Sam, you're the psychic one, not me. I can't read your mind." After a moment, he added, "And I don't really want to."
Sam sighed. "I don't know, okay? It's really weird. I feel – I don't know – apprehensive, I guess, somehow. Like something's going to happen."
"Hmm. You haven't had any visions, have you?"
"No, Dean. I would've told you."
Dean stayed quiet for a moment. "Want to skip this job?" he asked.
Sam shook his head. "No, we can't do that."
Dean wanted to bang his head on the steering wheel. "Why the hell not?" he asked irritably. "You just said you think something bad's gonna happen if we do it."
Sam shook his head. "No. If we don't do it…" His voice trailed off.
Dean could've thrown something at his brother's head at that point. "What? What if we don't do it?" Hell, he had an easier tine figuring our what Sam's visions were about!
"I don't know," Sam said again. "Something even worse will happen. If we don't go."
Dean sighed. "Okay. Whatever. We'll go." He paused. "Just stop zoning out, all right? It's creepy."
"Thanks," Sam said sarcastically.
"No problem," Dean replied.
Sam went back to brooding and Dean concentrated on the road, but the silence was almost tangible between them. Dean flicked on the radio.
Sam sighed almost angrily, but he didn't say anything. Dean wanted to throw something at him. "What is your problem, Sam?"
"Nothing."
Dean gave up. He didn't feel like trying to reason with Sam while he was on one of his bitchy moods. He turned up the music a little louder and ignored his brother.
"Well, we're here," Dean said, turning down the music so Sam could hear him. Sam was staring out the window, but he didn't seem to see it. Dean clenched his jaw. "Sam."
The younger Winchester started. "What?"
"Where is your head? I was talking to you."
Sam blinked. "Sorry. I was thinking."
"Obviously. What about?"
Sam shrugged. After the long and awkward drive, Dean didn't feel like getting into anything with him. "All right. Whatever."
Sam yawned and it was only then that Dean noticed how tired he really looked. "Sam, have you been sleeping?"
"What? No – Look, I'm sorry I didn't hear you talking, I was just deep in thought."
"No, forget about that. I'm not talking about that anymore," Dean said impatiently. "I mean, have you been sleeping lately? You look exhausted."
"Oh." Sam fell silent.
Dean waited for his younger brother to say something, but he stayed quiet. "Well?" he prompted.
An irritated sigh from Sam let Dean know that his brother was not in the mood to discuss his disturbingly irregular sleeping habits. "Dean, stop worrying, okay? I'm all right."
"So you haven't been sleeping, lately?"
"Dean –"
"Sam." Dean glanced at his brother. "I don't know you're lying to me. I can tell, you know that, right? You look tired, you're bitchy, and you're completely avoiding the subject." Sam didn't say anything. "Seriously, what's up with you? What's bothering you?"
Sam sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't know. I've just been so stressed lately. I just can't shake this feeling that something really bad is going to happen."
"Okay, I get that, all right?" Dean tried to figure out what he was trying to say. "But you're in a daze, Sam – you're not listening to a thing I say. You zone out like that during a hunt and you're dead meat. That 'really bad thing' you keep talking about is gonna be your – He stopped.
"I know," Sam said. He paused. "Sorry."
"I'm not mad," Dean replied. "You just scare me sometimes, Sammy."
"Sam."
Dean smiled, relieved that, for now, Sam was back to normal.
Hope you liked it! I will update soon. :)