Chapter Two
For once, Sam really wanted to get Sarah home. He really did. But apparently Mother Nature wasn't on his side today.
Another terribly rainy day caused the two to be stuck at a random run-down motel. Sarah sat on her bed while Sam sat on his, staring out the window and thinking about the weird dream he had. What was with the fog? He was still trying to figure it out, even though he dreamt it two days before.
"Sam?"
Sam turned, "What?" he asked Sarah.
"I just...asked if you were okay." she said.
Sam, as he did the past two times when she asked, nodded, "Sure. I'm fine."
Sarah rolled her eyes and finally cut to the chase, "No, you're not."
Sam seemed a little surprised. Part of him still couldn't keep up with Sarah's hasty nature, "Of--of course I--!"
"Quit it, Sam," Sarah sighed in exasperation, "you've been acting weird during these past few days, and I'd like to know what's going on in that little head of yours."
Sam shrugged, "Nothing...seriously, just...just a dream."
Sarah raised an eyebrow, "But...it's not a normal dream, am I right?" she asked knowingly.
Sam couldn't help but grin. Sarah seemed to know everything about him, "Yeah, you're right." he said.
"Have you called Dean? I'm sure maybe...he can help," Sarah remarked.
"No."
"Why?"
Sam paused.
"You think he's busy."
Sam nodded.
Sarah cleared her throat and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around one knee while her other leg dangled over the bed, "So, what happened in the dream? What was so weird about it?"
Sam didn't really know where to begin, "Well...uh...it starts when...I'm in this fog, and then something moved behind me, and then I heard a voice. Talking to me."
"What did the voice say?"
Sam lied, "I forgot."
Sarah believed him as she sighed, "Okay..."
Her pause gave it away. Sam raised an eyebrow, "You...had the same dream?"
Sarah nodded, not looking at him, "Last night, only I...managed to see who was talking to me."
Sam leaned forward in interest, "Who was it?" he asked.
Sarah bit her lower lip, as if hesitating. Then, she looked straight at Sam and answered,
"It was you."
"Huh, me?" Sam inquired, "What...what did I say?"
"You said..." Sarah averted her gaze once again. Apparently she was uncomfortable talking about it.
"Sarah...I have to know." Sam said softly, "maybe...these dreams are supernatural."
Sarah took a deep, shuddering breath, then replied,
"You said..."
Sam waited patiently for her to answer, and he spoke after a long pause, "Sarah, if you don't want to say it, then it's okay--!"
"No," Sarah cut him off, "I have...to say it, otherwise I'm gonna let it eat me up inside." she took another breath, "You said that I meant nothing to you and that I was just...a rebound. Just something to get your mind off..." she trailed.
"Off what?" Sam asked.
"...I don't know," Sarah said honestly, "...I woke up shortly after."
Then again, Sam did notice that after the night before, when she had woken up, Sarah herself had been distant. It must've bothered her greatly to have affected her that way.
"I know, I know, you're probably thinking it's just a dream, and that I'm overreacting, but--it was so vivid, and...and you--I just...felt it. I felt like...I was crushed. Stupid, that's probably what you're thinking, but--oh, God, I'm rambling, I--!" Sarah was cut off by Sam.
"It's okay," Sam stopped Sarah from her rambling, "I don't think you're overreacting."
Sarah shook her head while smiling a half-smile, "You're just saying that so I don't feel like an idiot."
"I'm not just saying it," Sam replied softly, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, "I...had those types of dreams once. They were pretty bad, too. I dunno, maybe..." he trailed, then changed the subject, "...you know what, the rain's stopped. How about I get us something to drink?"
Sarah nodded, "Sure, Sam. Thanks."
As Sam left, Sarah finally looked at the now closed apartment door.
Am I just a rebound?
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The sound of a baby wailing made him shut off the TV. Once the TV was off, he heard the baby's wails even louder than before.
He looked around. Something wasn't right here. He had a strange sense of deja vu here. Slowly, he walked until he was at the doorway, facing the stairs.
"Sam?" Dean called out, resting a hand on the doorway.
No one answered.
Dean tried another name,
"Jade?"
No answer. This time, Dean got a terrible feeling.
Panic flowed through him as he ran up the stairs to the second floor, towards the baby's crying. Once he was in front of the closed door he opened the door and practically leapt into the room.
The first thing he saw was a simple crib, containing a crying baby. Nothing else was in sight.
Dean frowned as he walked towards the crib. He looked downwards to see a tiny, bald baby with big green eyes and a pacifier in her mouth. She was wearing pink. Dean knew this baby was a girl. Come on, what baby boy wore pink?
Just as soon as the baby made eye contact with him, she stopped crying. Dean had to admit, she was a cute kid.
Something dropped on the baby's forehead.
Dean gently rubbed it off her and examined the red liquid on his index finger.
It was blood.
Dean looked back at the baby and saw a few more drops fall onto her innocent form.
Common sense shot him in the head.
Dean knew this moment.
Slowly, he looked up.
There, on the ceiling, just like Jessica and their mother before her, was--
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Dean abruptly sat up, literally jumping out of his sleep. He was breathing heavily and drenched in cold sweat. He stared at the clock, and kicked the blankets off him as he ran out of his room and hurried towards Jade's room.
"Jade?!" he yelled, flinging her door open to find her room empty.
"Hey!" Dean flung open the bathroom door to find it empty.
"Jade!!!" Dean checked the attic.
"Where the hell are you?!" Dean ran downstairs into the kitchen. He skidded to a stop upon seeing Jade cooking lunch.
She turned, a piece of bacon in her mouth. She appeared curious, "Hm? Dean? What's up?" she asked, her mouth full.
Relief swept over Dean. He sighed, "Good..."
"Eh?" Jade swallowed the bacon and licked her fingers, "What's good?"
Dean shook his head and quickly changed the subject, "Uh, so, what's for lunch?"
"Scrambled eggs and bacon." Jade turned and began scrambling the egg in the frying pan with her spatula.
Dean raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that breakfast?"
"Nah, in the Carrigan boarding house, breakfast is a bowl of Frosted Flakes and a glass of chocolate milk." Jade served Dean a plate as he sat down.
"They're grrrreat," Dean said sarcastically, grinning.
Jade rolled her eyes, but her expression grew worried upon seeing Dean soaked with sweat, "Dean, you okay?" she placed a hand on his forehead, "You're not feverish...actually, you're freezing, what's the matter?"
Dean looked up, still grinning, "You gonna go all Operation on me?" he asked.
Jade rolled her eyes again, "No," she snapped, "but seriously, what happened?"
"Cold shower," Dean said quickly, his mouth full with bacon, "by the way," he spoke with his mouth full, "bacon's awesome." he grinned again.
Just at that instant, both Dean's and Jade's cell phones rang. Jade went into the living room just as Dean picked up, "What's up?" he asked without even looking to see who it was.
"Dude, I gotta talk to you," said Sam on the other line.
"What, you need advice on how to get in the mood?" Dean teased.
"Ha, ha, very funny," Sam said sarcastically, "but no. Uh...I didn't catch you at a rather bad time, did I?"
"No." Dean said, "So what's going on?"
"Both Sarah and I...we had the same dream."
"Ah, it happens," Dean grinned, "when two people want the same thing, their subconscious mind catches up to them."
"Dude, this is different," Sam said, "when I dreamt this--dream, I heard a girl's voice. When Sarah dreamt it, I was the one talking...and saying she was nothing to me and that she was just a rebound."
Dean raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like paranoia to me. You sure she didn't catch you with other girls at a bar somewhere?"
"No," Sam snapped, "but anyway, I heard the voice, and like I said before, it was a girl, and she said..." he trailed. Before Dean could react, Sam quickly changed the subject, "You haven't had any dreams, have you?"
Dean paused, but for too long.
"You have, haven't you?"
Dean didn't answer.
"Dude?"
Dean finally replied, "Yeah," he said seriously, "I dunno about Jade, though."
"What happened in your dream?" Sam asked.
Dean decided to be as vague as possible,
"Someone was...killed in my dream." he muttered.
"Who?" Sam inquired, "Me?"
"Hell no," Dean retorted, "it was...Jade," he said in a low tone.
Sam paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "Dude, seriously?"
"Seriously."
Sam sighed in thought, "All right, this is either some weird coincidence or we're dealing with something here. I'm believing the latter."
"What, we're dealing with Freddy Kreuger?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"No," Sam replied, "but we could be dealing with some kind of...supernatural entity that attacks us in our dreams...when we're the most vulnerable, you know?"
Dean shrugged, "Maybe, but if so, how do we kill it?"
"First, let's try to confirm this. We're not sure, and we should be one hundred percent sure before charging into something that might be a wild goose chase," Sam said, "just ask Jade if she's had any weird dreams lately. And if we dream the same dreams again tonight...then we're dealing with something."
"Maybe it's your conscience." remarked Jade in a low tone in the living room as she talked to Sarah the exact same time Sam was talking to Dean.
Sarah shook her head and spoke, "It was so real, Jade. It was as if it was Sam saying those things." she paused then whispered, "Two days in a row..and get this..Sam says that he's been having weird dreams too."
"About the same thing?" asked Jade
"No. Something else..someone else." Sarah answered "He'll be back any minute, so I can't stay on long."
Jade leaned an ear toward the kitchen, still hearing Dean on the phone. She whispered "Dean is talking to him, so you should be ok."
"He's talking to Dean?" questioned Sarah
"Yeah." Jade began "At the same exact time you called me. Coincidence."
Sarah put her hand to her mouth realizing that Jade and Dean were together in the same house. "Jade, I didn't disturb you two did I? Because I just started rambling on and on and I didn't think.." Sarah began to ramble again.
Jade laughed lightly "We were just eating. That's all." she changed the topic thinking about Dean earlier in the kitchen sweaty and cold. He had said cold shower. But with what Sarah had just told her about her Sam dreaming and...the dream Jade had had last night. Jade wondered if Dean had dreamt of something too.
"Jade? Are you still there? Is Sam still on the phone with Dean?" Sarah inquired
Jade leaned in to listen as Dean exited the kitchen. Jade was wide eyed and spoke quickly "I'm sorry I'm not interested." then she quickly hung up.
Dean walked by and retorted "Too late sweetheart."
Jade rolled her eyes and asked casually, "So, who was on the phone?"
"Sam," Dean said quickly, climbing up the stairs, "his phone went out, I'm gonna head upstairs to see if I can get a better signal."
Jade nodded, "Sure."
As soon as she heard a door close on the second floor, she called Sarah back.
One ring later the native New Yorker answered, "Close call?"
"Definitely," Jade replied the whispered "Too close. Where's Sam?"
"He's still outside." Sarah paused then asked, "You haven't had any weird dreams have you Jade?"
"Dreams?" Jade asked then closed her eyes trying to block out the nightmare she had had earlier in the morning and shook her head reopening them. "No. I don't dream Sarah."
"Oh, I guess its just Sam and I then.." Sarah said, then asked "You don't dream Jade? Everyone dreams.."
Jade answered sharply "I don't."
"Okay..." Sarah heard Sam's footsteps outside the room and she quickly said. "Gotta go."
"Okay. Call me if anything..."Jade replied hanging up the phone. She found herself standing in deep thought. The dream...or rather nightmare, had been so real. It was as if she could touch them...touch the blood that covered them..then she saw her great aunt Sara Browne behind them...and...
She woke up.
In fact, Jade hadn't slept since then. She was too afraid to. Too afraid the dreams would start again. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that the sound of Dean calling her startled her.
"Jade?" he called from upstairs, "Can you come up here for a minute?"
"Alright." she answered and began walking slowly up the stairs, eyeing the pictures on the side of the wall going up. Pictures of her parents at their wedding, pictures of her as a baby...her college graduation picture. Tears formed in her eyes and she stopped to look at it. A hand touched her shoulder. She turned startled. Dean raised an eyebrow in concern. She blinked back the tears as best as she could and asked.
"I'm sorry. Got a little distracted. What's up? Where are you off to?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow your car...I have to go to the library."
"Oh. Sure. The keys are by the door." Jade answered watching Dean go downstairs.
He looked back at her and asked, "Jade, what's up?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." she answered quickly.
Dean nodded and turned to head out the door. Something was wrong and from the way she looked, he knew it had to do with her parents. He hadn't been sure earlier while on the phone with Sam, but from what he just saw, he knew.
Jade had dreamt something too.