Chapter 2

Dinner with just Dean and Carly was just what they needed. They were able to catch up and just be with each other instead of being around Sam and Jackie who they loved, but were a little nauseating. When they got back to the motel, they decided to wait in the parking lot for a while longer, just to make sure they wouldn't be walking in on anything. So, they needed to keep themselves occupied.

"Dean," Carly breathed out as he moved from her mouth to her neck, "we've been out for almost two hours. I think it's safe to go back to the room."

He pulled from her neck to say, "Well, I think we should give them just a few more minutes. You know, just to be sure." He kissed her again on the mouth. They kept going for a few more moments until Dean pulled back. "You wanna take this to the backseat?" Carly knew what he was suggesting.

"Um, Dean," she started, looking down.

"What's wrong?" She looked nervous.

"I-I want to. I really do. But…it-it's just that…I don't-I don't think that I'm, you know, ready. For that."

"Oh." He sat up a little straighter.

"Are you mad?"

"No. Of course not. I'm just surprised."
"Because of the way I act right? I want to have sex. It's just that we were only together for a couple days and then you left. And now a month later we're back together. I just feel that we should get to know each other a little better and spend some real time together before. Oh God, I send like a dork."

"No, no, you don't. I completely understand what you're saying. And I agree. We should be a couple first."

Carly smiled and kissed him sweetly. "Thank you. Now, I think we should get back inside."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." They got out of the car and walked to the motel room hand in hand. When they walked in, they saw Jackie and Sam cuddling under the bed covers watching television. Jackie was wearing shorts and a tank top and Sam was wearing only pajama bottoms.

"You two have fun?" Carly asked as they walked more inside. Dean closed the door behind them.

"Perfect night," Jackie smiled, kissing Sam on the cheek. "What about you guys?"

"It was great, just the two of us."

"Well I'm sorry to tell you that you're stuck with us for the next few months," Sam informed her.

Carly chuckled. "There's no people I'd rather be stuck with." Dean jumped on the bed and patted the bed next to him. Carly smiled and laid down next to him. "So where are we headed tomorrow? I can't stand to be in this state another day."

"Hartford, Connecticut," Sam answered. "I got a call from Bobby tonight. There's been a string of killings in the city. All of a sudden. Best friends, couples, all turned mortal enemies overnight."

"Are we sure this is a case?" Dean questioned. "Cause it kinda sounds like a soap opera."

"If it came from Bobby, I'm trusting it's a real case," Sam told him.

"What time do we head out?" Jackie asked.

"Early. Like around 6:00 a.m."

Both girls groaned and the guys laughed.

"Just the perks of being a hunter," Dean stated.

They stayed up for a few hours longer, watching tv and talking with each other. They finally all fell asleep.

Jackie was tied to a chair, struggling. She as pulling at her restraints, trying to free herself. Sam stood in front of her, dead serious expression on his face. She looked up to him, face and eyes red with tears running down her cheeks.

"Sam, please," she sobbed out. "I'm not what you think I am. It's me. Please believe me."

"I'm not falling for that crap anymore." He held up his hand, holding a gun with it aimed right at her.

She gasped and sobbed even harder. "Sam don't do it! Please!" He cocked the gun. "I love you," she whispered. Not even blinking, he pulled the trigger.

Sam bolted up, breathing heavily. He looked around. He was still in the motel room in bed with Jackie next to him. Still panting, he got up and went to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.

"What the hell?" he whispered. He hadn't had any more of those dreams since before Jess's death. He thought his nightmares had stopped. He was really worried. If his nightmares before jess's dying had come true, would this one? He couldn't even fathom what would happen to make this one happen.

"Sam?" a voice came from behind him. He turned and saw Jackie standing in the bathroom door.

"Hey."
"What are you doing up?"
"I just…had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry." She walked to him and put her hands on his arms. "You wanna talk about it?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Really."

"You sure?"
"Yeah. Let's just get a few more hours sleep, okay?" he leaned down and kissed her before walking past her. Jackie watched after him, a little concerned, but didn't think much of it.

Before they knew it, it was time to hit the road. When they were all packing their stuff up in the morning, Sam still seemed a bit off. This time Dean noticed.

"Hey man, something up?" he asked his brother.

He looked past Dean to make sure that Jackie and Carly had gone out to the car. "I had a nightmare."

"Like one of your psychic visions?"

"I don't know. It was Jackie, and…I killed her."

"That doesn't sound like a vision. You know, it might've been just a plain old nightmare this time."

"She was saying something about it being her and that she wasn't who I thought she was. What if it has something to do with this case? You know, best friends, couples turning against each other suddenly?"
"Listen bro, I don't know about these other people, but you and Jackie…I don't think it's possible for you two to even fight. For you to do anything to slightly hurt her in the least, let alone kill her, I don't even think a demon could cause that."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I-I guess you're right. It must've just been a regular nightmare. I guess I'm just stressing about Jackie being on the job and…"

"You guys coming?" Jackie's voice came from behind them
They turned and saw the girls standing outside.

"C'mon, we wanna get going," Carly whined.

"Alright, alright, hold your horses. We're coming," Dean told them and walked to Carly, putting his arm over her shoulders. Jackie looked in the room at Sam and saw him just look down and mess around with his suitcase zipper.

She furrowed her eyebrows and asked. "You sure you're okay?"

He looked up at her and smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Just still a little spooked from that nightmare."

"Aw, baby. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"
"No. I'm sure I'll forget it soon. It's just a nightmare."