Boston
Note: I do not own Sam, Dean, Missouri, or any other characters you may recognize from Supernatural (which I also do not own).
A/N: This story is based slightly on the song Boston by Augustana. It inspired me to write this, and it is also slightly based on a dream I had.
Chapter Two:
Missouri and Daniel came back fifteen minutes later. Daniel said his thanks and goodbyes, then left, leaving just Missouri and I. She motioned for me to follow her into the back.
"I'm so sorry about your mother lying to you," she said, surprising me.
"How did you know that?" I asked, very curious.
"Why honey, you were thinking about it just now. And yes, I can read your mind. Why don't you sit down and tell me about it?"
"Um…ok. Just know, this is a little weird, even for me."
"Don't worry about it dear. Everyone gets nervous. Just relax and tell me what happened with your mother."
I sat down on the large sofa in the back room. It was homely and comfortable, and I loved it. It was the perfect atmosphere to spill my guts to a total stranger, whom I trusted.
"Well," I started, "My mom and me got into this huge fight. It started out like any other fight we'd had…my complaining about how much better she treated my sister when she and I got into arguments, and how much she hated me. I never expected it to lead where it did." I had to sigh and take a deep breath before continuing. "To keep this long story short, she basically told me that she hated me because I was a mistake…that I was never meant to be born. I asked her what that meant, and she said that my father wasn't my real father." I started to get tears in my eyes, and I was sobbing a little. "She said that she had gotten drunk one night a few months before their wedding, and she slept with a complete stranger. She never found out his name because she was too fucking drunk to remember!"
"I am so sorry dear, and please don't cuss. Your mother still loves you, I am sure. If she didn't want you, she would have given you up."
"No…no, she wouldn't have. She couldn't. My dad thought it was his, because he never knew she had cheated on him, until three days ago, so she couldn't give me up, and she wasn't going to lose the man I thought she loved. I hate her! How could she do that to me…to everyone?"
"I don't know dear, but I am sure it will get better. I just don't understand why you came here."
"Because it was the farthest away I could get with the money I had. I'm not looking for my father, and I don't know if I even want to. If she was drunk, then he was probably the same, and I don't want to find a father who's an alcoholic."
"Well, dear, I can't tell you who your father is, but I can tell you that things will get better. I promise they will." She leaned across the coffee table and patted me on my knee. As soon as she did, everything went black, and my head felt like it was going to explode.
I was in some old run-down building. It was dark, but there was a light next to me. I looked down to see that I was holding a flashlight. I could hear voices. One was distant, and I couldn't make out what it was. I looked around using my flashlight and saw a young man next to me. He was the other voice. I had never seen him before. He was tall, at least a foot taller than me, with rich dark hair that went over his ears. His brown eyes glowed in the light, and I could finally hear what he was saying. "Find Asher! You have to save him!" Who was Asher? Who was this man before me? Why was I here? There was a flash of light, and then it all went black again.
I opened my eyes to see that Missouri was hovering over me, asking if I was alright. My hands were clutching my head, which still hurt like hell. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and could hardly see or hear clearly. I tried to stand up, but I didn't have the strength, so I fell back onto the couch. Missouri propped me up, and gave me a pillow to put under my head. She left the room and came back a few seconds later with a glass of water in her hand. I took it with a shaking hand, careful not to spill it. Satisfied that I was ok, she left the room and came back a few minutes later. She sat down on the couch opposite me, and studied me carefully, trying to read my mind, I could tell.
"I called some old friends of mine. I think they can help you out. They will be here tomorrow afternoon. Now…can you tell me what you saw?" she inquired.
"I …I don't know," I answered honestly. "I was talking to you, and then it all went black. My head hurt…then…I was in this old building. There was a young man next to me. He told me to find Asher, and that I needed to save him. I don't know that man, or anyone named Asher. What's happening to me?"
"You had a vision. You have never had a vision before?"
"No. Never, and I don't want to have visions! I don't want to be a freak!"
"Honey, you are not a freak! There are many people who can see things. It is not uncommon, you just never know the people who have them because they keep it a secret. I just know that those people, including you, were meant to have the power of foresight. You were meant to have this vision, and probably more to come. You are obviously supposed to find this Asher, and this other person, and save him."
"But why me? Why now? And how am I supposed to find two people that I don't even know?"
"I don't know…I don't know. But I can tell you that the friends I called can help you, and they will help you. We will all help you, I promise."
"I hope so."
"Well, until they arrive, you can stay in the guest bed, and there is an extra bathroom down here for you to use."
"Thank you!" It's all I could say. This woman somehow made me feel so much better. If that had happened somewhere else, I don't know what I would have done. I might have checked myself in at a psychiatric hospital if it weren't for her. She knew, no, she felt what I was going through, and that made it so much better.
I put my stuff in the bedroom, and she made dinner. Lasagna and boy was it good! I was grateful to be here, to be safe, and being treated so kindly.
"Thank you so much! You don't know how much I appreciate all you have done for me!" I said sincerely.
"Honey, it's no problem at all! I knew from the moment you walked in that you were a sweet, young girl. You just have a few skeletons in your closet."
I was shocked at how she could see right through me. It was amazing, and all I could do was smile. Maybe I should move out here. Everyone was so much nicer here than back in Boston. Most people went about their business not caring about anyone but themselves there.
I helped her clean up, and then I took a shower and went strait to bed. I was exhausted, and still a little freaked out, but I wasn't going to worry about that now. I needed sleep, and I got it. I didn't wake up until eight am, not recalling if I had dreamt, but feeling well rested. I opened the curtains to reveal an ominous sky. I loved the rain, so I was happy. I could tell today should be a good day for me, especially when I smelled breakfast cooking. I headed down to the kitchen, where Missouri was making eggs, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes.
We talked about nothing in particular while we ate, and I again helped her clean up, thanking her yet again for letting me stay here. She was expecting customers today, so I mostly stayed up in my room, listening to music, or reading my book. I even gave Summer a call, saying that I was alright, that I was staying with a nice lady. I left out the part about my vision, and she was glad that I was ok. She said everything was fine back at home. My parents hadn't contacted her, but she reassured me that even if they did, she would not tell them where I was, or if she had even heard from me.
It was around two o'clock when Missouri called me down into the living room. I walked in and saw two young men, one in his late twenties, and the other in his early to mid-twenties. As I got a better look at the two of them, my mouth dropped. The younger one was the guy from my vision!
Missouri sensed my shock, and made me sit down. She introduced them as Dean and Sam Winchester, Sam being the younger one. I was in awe, so all I could do was nod and give a wary smile. Dean, even though he was older, was a couple inches shorter than Sam, although you could hardly tell when they were both sitting. He had short brown hair and brown eyes like his brother. I could tell he was the 'tough guy' type, while Sam seemed more like the 'cute little puppy dog' kind of guy. I sat down next to Missouri and listened intently to what they had to say.
