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Sam's POV
A woman with blonde hair was screaming silently in a window on the top floor of a familiar house. The look of fear as she pounded trying to get my attention. She was scared as I felt myself running towards the front door, as I turned the doorknob and stepped inside something hot flashed in my face as a figure in fire walked towards me and lay a gentle flamed hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes against the burn, but there wasn't any pain, just heat. Then something pulled the flamed figure away and pushed me out the door slamming it shut.
The slamming of the door in my latest nightmare caused me to jump into a sitting position in my hotel bed. I rubbed my face clear of any sweat that slid down the side of my face as I tried to look back at what I dreamed. I took in a deep breath and looked around. Dean lay on his side one of his arms dangling over the edge while his mouth was opened slightly and he let out a long snort before rolling around to his other side. I let out a quiet chuckle and searched the room again for the third party member.
Christina lay on the small couch her long blonde hair draping over the edge of the arm of the couch while the rest of her was curled into a ball. I let out a quiet yawn and rubbed my face before laying back down. It was nice that none of my siblings had woken up. It would have been difficult to go back to sleep with them nagging at me, asking me if I was okay.
~Home~
I had the same nightmare, the same woman, the same house. I tried to remember details and the only one that stood out besides the house was a tree. The tree seemed to be on my mind when I got up later that day and grabbed my notebook and a pen and began to draw the shape. Dean sat at the table while Christina sat at the edge of the bed, brushing her long blonde hair. She glanced over at my me and stood up peering down at my drawing.
"I don't know, Sammy." She said as I looked up at her. "Not much for a self portrait. I don't remember you have so many limbs. Unless we do this." She set her brush down on the nightstand next to my bed and began to play with my hair. I shook her off and she started to giggle. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail and walked over towards the bathroom grabbing her backpack as she went.
"Alright," Dean said holding in his own laughter. "I might have found a case for us, San Francisco. Guy shoots himself in the head...three times. Doesn't die." But I wasn't listening. I was back to drawing the picture of the tree. "Yo. Earth to Sam!" He yelled making me turn my head towards him. "Is finding cases a bore to you now?" He asked.
"No," I said staring back at the tree from my dreams. "I just-"
"More nightmares?" He asked. I nodded slightly. I heard him sigh before something drew a breathe from me.
"I've seen this tree before." I said finally. Dean looked at me curiously as I rushed towards my bag and pulled out a picture. "See it's the same tree." I said tossing him my drawing and the picture of when Dean and I were younger with both of our parents.
"So you're bent on a tree? Getting a little nostalgic for our old house, Sammy?" Dean asked there was sadness in his eyes as he picked up the picture.
"Dean, that's what I've been dreaming about lately." I said grabbing both the drawing and the picture. "The house didn't burn down did it?" I said my eyes flashing. "At least not all the way." Dean slowly nodded not sure which direction I was going in. "Well, now there's someone living in the house and she's in danger."
"How do you know this Sammy?" Dean asked his voice growing dark with suspicions.
I looked behind me to see that Christina wasn't in the room before leaning in. "Because I've seen her screaming for help." Dean's eyebrows raised with doubt and I rolled my eyes afraid that I had to resort to telling him this. "I have these dreams." I said licking my lips nervously. "About people getting hurt. And sometimes they come true." Dean nodded still unconvinced. "Dean, I dreamed about Jess' death months before it happened."
"So you're trying to tell me that you're dreams are visions of people's deaths?" I rolled my eyes at Dean's question. I knew he wasn't believing me. "So you're wanting to go to Lawrence?" He asked seeing my hurt eyes. "Alright, we'll go check this one out." He said shutting my laptop's lid and standing up.
~Home~
"Where are we going?" Christina asked her head sliding in between Dean and me. Her hazel eyes were full of child like curiosity as we drove.
"Lawrence, Kansas." I told her softly. "You're going to see where your big brothers grew up." I said and I saw Dean's eyes rolled. "What?"
"You're still buying her 'I'm your sister' crap?" He asked eying Christina suspiciously. "I mean how is that possible?" Christina and I shrugged as Dean stepped on the gas. I watched as Christina leaned back her head leaning on the back seat. She looked defeated.
I understood how Dean was feeling right now. But I glared over at Dean. "Why don't you believe that she's our sister?" I asked.
"Okay, if she's our sister how did mom have her when she died when you were only six months old?" I felt my mouth dry up. He did have a good point. Rare, but it still is good.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "But something about her feels familiar. Like you and me." Dean shot me a questionable glance as if he was asking 'what the hell are you talking about.' "What I mean is we've been together for years. We pick up each other distresses. We know what the other is thinking almost right?" Dean nodded. "Well, I feel the exact same way with Christy. I know when she's upset or hurt or even behind me right about to flick my ear." I glanced over my shoulder as Christina quickly sat back down her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"You saw her in the rear view." Dean said trying to hide his smile. "Alright fine, I'll play along. But if you can't give me some solid evidence then she's gone after this case." I looked back at Christina, then reluctantly nodded.
~Home~
Lawrence, Kansas felt different as we pulled up to a large two story blue house. The tree in the drawing sat next to the house making my stomach flip around. We were home. At least Dean and I were home. The house looked like the picture with some more added child's toys scattered around the front yard. I felt my hands start to sweat as the three of us walked up the short steps to the house and knocked.
I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable with this when I heard someone briskly walking to the door and opening it. My mouth fell open. It was the same woman from my nightmare. She smiled up at us.
"May I help you?" She asked her dark eyes filling us with the sense of warmth, but something was troubling her.
"Hi ma'am." Dean said with a smug smile. "We're with the Federal-"
"We used to live here." I interrupted. "My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. We were in the neighborhood and decided to come see the old house. Show our little sister," I placed an arm around Christina's shoulders, "the place where we grew up in." I felt Dean's eyes burn a hole through my head as he glared at me.
"Winchester?" The woman asked her face first full of curiosity, then a smile replaced it. "It's so funny. I found some of your old photos the other night. What are the odds?" She asked and let the three of us in. Something buzzed in my legs as I walked inside and took a deep breath. It was familiar. It was something from dreams. But as I looked over at Dean I could sense he was the complete opposite. He was nervous being in that house. I didn't blame him.
End of Sam's POV