Chapter Two : Sleep
"Are you serious?" Sam threw the green shirt into the back seat. Dean could see the anger lines starting to form on his little brothers forehead. He had to strike while the iron was hot.
"Well mom always wanted a little girl. That's why they stopped with you" He paused for effect, "Samantha." Sam sucked in a huge breath of air at the end of Dean's sentence. He was either choking or trying to not laugh. Dean had won, Sam had stopped thinking about the past three days. Dean relaxed a little and hit the gas. They were off to Bobby's. They could sort things out there. Bobby always had an answer for their problems.
The two brothers sat in silence for several miles. The purring engine of the impala was the only conversation as they quickly covered the miles between Hudson and Bobby's house. Sam stared out the window at the miles of cornfields as they passed. The green color of the landscape started to blur. Sam's eyes were heavy with sleep. Dean looked over at Sam with concerned eyes, "Sammy go to sleep. I'll keep the radio off for now."
Sam turned his head slightly in Dean's direction, "Come one Dean, we've got a lot of road to cover. Aren't you ready for me to switch with you?" He was mumbling now almost asleep.
"Nope I'm all good. I wouldn't want you to crash my girl here, and besides that you look like crap!" a half smile came over Dean's face. Sammy was too tired to fight with him. He mumbled something under his breath and quickly fell asleep listening to the impala's engine and her tires quickly moving over the pavement of the highway. He still had the blue spell book in his hand which he pulled closer to his chest as Dean heard his breathing even out. Dean smiled, Sammy was asleep. Soon he would be snoring. "Sammy how did Jessica ever sleep with you? You sound like a chain saw."
A smile made it's way to Sam's sleeping face. It was the first time in several months Dean had seen one of those. He chuckled under his breath, "Wonder what he's dreaming about."
Sam stood in front of a friendly cabin. The sounds of a few farm animals came from the large red barn that loomed behind it. He took a few steps towards the cabin, "HELP!" Panic hit Sam's stomach like a large shot of tequila. He ran towards the front door. He grabbed for the doorknob. It was locked. He pounded his fists against the door, he didn't know why but he had to get in, he just had to. He had to save whoever was in that cabin. A scream ripped it's way from the window that was situated by the door. Sam's hands felt clammy. He searched from something he could break the door down with. There was nothing. He slammed his shoulder against the door in one last attempt. Crack, the door broke free from the hinges, Sam pushed his way through the debris and found himself inside.
Immediately he saw a large fireplace with a fire crackling in it. A large stuffed beast hung over the fire place and the mantel was covered with photos. In front of the fire place sat two overstuffed couches. To the left there was an empty hallway with two closed doors along the living room hallway and a third door closed at the end of the hallway. To the right of the couches two large windows covered with flannel curtains remained undisturbed. Further to the right Sam saw a dim light from what he thought must be the kitchen. This place is familiar to him. Breathlessly he searched the cabin for signs of life. Nothing. He checked the two bedrooms, nothing again. The bed was neatly made in the first room which was littered with books and papers. The second room was empty, the walls covered with Brett Favre posters, the bed unmade. "HELP!" the scream came again, this time from outside. He turned and ran out the front door. Sam searched the area for the source of the scream. The voice sounded so familiar. "HELP." He heard her again, this time from behind the house.
"The barn." Sam's thoughts raced. He immediately ran towards the barn. The doors were open. Again there were no immediate signs of life. He slowed his pace and walked into the two opened doors. "Hello?" He called out. Nothing. "Hello? Is any one here?" Panic washed over him again. In the middle of the floor he saw a human sized mound. He paused a second to see if whatever it was alive, or if it was moving. A soft cry came from the form. It was female, this must be who needed his help. Sam swiftly crossed the floor. The form was a girl, she had dark brown hair. Sam's heart skipped a beat, "Amy?" his voice came out in a whisper. He reached his hand out to touch her, she was bleeding. A groan escaped from between her lips. "Oh my god. Amy!" Sam rolled her over and cleared a strand of vibrant red hair from her face. Slowly she opened her eyes. "I'm here. Don't worry. I'm here." He stroked her face gently now trying to assess her wounds.
"Sam?" She quietly murmured.
"Yes it's me. Lay still your hurt." He spoke slowly.
"How did you get here? You shouldn't be here. The spell should have made you forget." She was fighting to sit up now.
"Lay still." Sam ordered her now.
"Molly, where's Molly?" Amy's eyes shot open. She pushed Sam off of her and strained herself into the sitting position.
"Molly?" Sam thought for a second. His memories came flooding back. He saw Molly in his mind, tall and blonde with piercing blue eyes. She was holding a large sword. Her face bruised and bloody. "I don't know, just sit still I need to make sure you're ok."
Amy turned to Sam her eyes changed from the deep brown they were now to a ghostly white, "Sam you have to go. NOW!" She raised her hands and Sam felt weightless.
"Amy stop it. No, let me help you." He was screaming now.
Sam sat up with a start. His hair matted against his forehead with sweat. "Dude. What kinda nasty were you dreaming about?" Dean's mouth was full of something that smelled greasy. Sam slowed his breathing and quickly whipped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Where are we?" Sam checked his surroundings. He was no longer in the large red barn. He felt the leather interior of the impala. Outside the window cornfields had been replaced trees and lakes.
"Urm, somewhere in Minnesota I think?" Dean shoved a greasy glob into his mouth. Sam sniffed the air. The smell of whatever Dean was eating hit him like a bad hangover.
"Oh god! What are you eating Dean?" Sam started to turn a little green.
"What? Oh these?" Dean shoved another one into his mouth. "Cheese curds! They are so good. Want one?" He offered Sam a cheese curd from the greasy bag he was holding. Sam took one look at the greasy globs of cheese and felt his stomach start to creep up into his mouth.
"Pull over!" Sam put his hand over his mouth.
"WHY?" Dean put his best innocent look on.
"DO IT NOW!" Sam didn't like to order his brother around but when you're about to lose your lunch things like that were lost. Plus he didn't want to barf on the upholstery He would never hear the end of it from Dean.
Dean was stifling a laugh now, "Ok, ok Samantha. Pulling over." Dean guided the car towards the side of the highway and turned his hazard lights on. Sam had the passenger side door open before they were at a complete stop, and was running down the ditch. "Want me to hold your hair for you?" Dean shoved another cheese curd into his mouth. "Man these are good." He leaned against the car as Sam wretched into the grass at the base of the ditch.
"Dean you are really a jerk." Sam threw Dean an angry look.
"So people tell me." He smirked.