A Vision
Samantha was undecided about what it was that made her so irately pissed at Dean. Every time she looked up and saw him watching her, she wanted to walk around the pool table where she was shooting a game with Sam, and Sid were shooting at and slap him silly.
"What?" Samantha ReAnne snapped remembering the last time she caught his hungry male eyes on her, "I am not something to eat, Dean! Maybe you've had too much to drink."
She sunk the 9 ball into the corner pocket closest to Sid and continued to bitch. "Stop! I mean most the time I enjoy a little cat and mouse with guys but you-it just pisses me off! Dean, you really don't want to piss me off more than you have tonight. I can truly be a bitch."
Samantha went on and on, and Sam contemplated telling her that Dean really wasn't listening. Knowing Dean he was thinking about the things that he could do to her if only she would allow him to- and she wasn't really allowing.
"Dean… Hey!" Sam called bringing the oldest Winchester back to reality, "I think that maybe we should get going. And before you start hitting on Samantha ReAnne and she starts hitting you- what do you say?" He asked, trying to understand why it was Dean was more drunk then he was since Sam had more to drink. Out of no where Dean laid all his weight on his little brother, who after losing his fifth round to the Jenkins girls, was really just looking for any excuse to leave and causing Sam to stumble under all that dead weight.
"Shit Dean- you really need to lay off all the cheeseburgers or you are going to be killing yourself with all your weight." Sam taunted his brother
"Bitch!" Dean replied getting his feet under him.
"Jerk!" Sam laughed back.
"So, you are heading out are you? I will tell Doug that you are welcome in the club with us anytime. I enjoyed myself Sam. Thank you." Sidney quipped.
"Yeah we will have to do this again before we leave." Sam agreed.
Watching the Winchester brothers Sidney can't help but laugh- they really were a pair. They fought a lot but most of it was out of fun, or in Dean's case total boredom. "You ready Samantha ReAnne? We should probably get going too." The oldest Jenkins sister asked.
"Hello Samantha are you home?"
"Huh? Oh sorry Sid. I was. Yeah lets go." ReAnne said quickly, trying to get the focus off what had distracted her in the first place.
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Back at the Jenkins' house
"So do you think Dean was kinda cute? Or was it Sam you were completely checking out back at the bar there Carrot Top?" Sid quizzed as her sister finished with her nightly routine before she crawled into bed.
"What the hell are you talking about there Sid?" Samantha asked, brows fusing to her hairline.
"Oh come on! I know you better than that- as much as you would like to tell yourself other wise. I know. Just tell me."
"I don't know… It's Dean I guess. I mean he pisses me off to no end- don't get me wrong, but there is still something about him, you know what I mean? It was clear that you enjoyed yourself. I don't think I have ever seen you have as much fun as you did tonight." Samantha recollected.
"What? Oh there is no way you are turning the subject on me Samantha. Yeah, so they kept me laughing and that's what I look for when I look for a guy whether his is just a friend or not sis." Sidney replied with a devilish smile, walking away to answer the phone that started to ring.
"Yello!" Catherine chimed through the phone on the fifth ring
"Sid?" whispered a voice. "Is that you?"
"Yes… Who is this?" The black haired women said through the phone suddenly regretting answering it.
"Thank God… It's Bobby." The voice gradually sounded its age as the man began to explain what he needed from the Jenkins sister.
"I need you to watch your back. Whatever this thing is, it knows about you. I don't know what has been happening to you- I don't think I really want to- but you do, and you need to be careful. This thing it is goin' after hunters up there. I don't know why, but what you told me about John gave me enough to find out about his past. Its not a clean one, let me tell you that much. So Hon you and your sister please be careful… call if you need me to come down." Bobby enlightened her as she listened. She hung on every word that Bobby had said to her.
"Yeah Bobby I can do that. Not to mention there are a couple of guys here that can probably help keep us safe." Sidney Catherine said with a smile growing across her lips.
"Ok. Just be careful, and check out those guys of yours." Bobby rumbled.
"Yes sir." Sid said as she hung up the phone.
"What was that?" Samantha ReAnne asked as she rounded the corner and almost walked into the corner table sitting at the end of the hall.
"Things just got a hell of a lot harder ReAnne. Its time for you to use your talents and find out all you can about those Winchesters. Bobby's orders!" Sidney said with deep authority.
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The morning after one hell of a night before was really wearing on Dean. He never was one to get drunk but god had he wasted his ass last night. He remembered watching Samantha ReAnne lean over the pool table and concentrating on the place that she wanted the ball to go.
She had growled when the ball didn't quiet reach the hole and slide home which would have given her a point up on Sammy. After her not so silent curse she would spin on her heels and down the glass of rum, or shot of whiskey.
It was nice to watch her the sway of her hips. The way she would put her hand on her hip and pout when something didn't go right or when she noticed Dean's eyes wandering over her making her even more frustrated then she already was. Letting a chuckle slip between his lips he groaned the second the laugh disappeared. "Shit my head!" Dean whispered to the loud room.
"Morning!" Sam spoke softly trying his hardest to not make as much noise as possible knowing all to well what hangovers were like. "How you feeling?"
The question no sooner left his lips and he was rewarded with an even louder groan. "That answers my question don't it."
"God… what happened?" Dean groaned trying to ride out the headache that pulsed at his temples.
"You hit on Samantha ReAnne and didn't get very far. Well you almost had some broken bones, but that's about it and we still don't know what they know about us." Sam grumped as he threw a bottle of aspirin at his brother's bed.
"Oh…Shit I forgot." Dean said. "So what is the plan for today?"
"You are going to try and get that migraine under your control so that we can go and talk to Sidney again this morning." Sam controlled "Me- I'm hitting the shower."
"Fine. I will just go back to sleep."
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After several hours of nothing but silence Sam had a shit load of information about the three people that had been killed, but nothing to go on. Maybe Dean was right and this job was just turning into crap.
Sam quizzed Bobby Singer over the phone "Hey Bobby? Just a name for you, he was a hunter. I want to know if you knew him or if there was anything that I could get from you about him." while sitting at a diner watching Dean indulged in a double cheeseburger.
"Shoot Sam, what do you got?" Bobby pegged.
"Man by the name of James Richard. 23. He lived in San Antonio until last week when he was killed, made to look like vampires but now we are thinking ritual stuff." Sam said pending his answer.
"I meet James a few times at Ellen's place-he had a thing for Joe. He was a good hunter. Young, but good. You say you think it is ritual? Wait where did you say you were working again?"
"San Antonio. Hunter by the name of Mathew Haring was killed several days ago and we are checking it out. Why?"
"Nothing. I just know a couple of people up there that's all. Anyway it's cult stuff, huh?" Bobby asked changing the subject a little to quickly for Sam's taste.
"Yeah maybe something else. I am still looking and I will have to get back to you on that. There are two killings every week and one at least four or five days after the other. Problem is we have nothing to tell us where they are or how to find who is next. It's like there is nothing, Bobby, but I know there is something." Sam said frustrated at the empty ends that he had continued to come up with.
"I don't know kiddo just keep digging you will find something." Bobby said a clear sign that he needed to do or be somewhere else.
"Alright I will give you a call later than." Sam said
"Alright Sam don't give up. I will see what I can come up with on this end. Later" Bobby encouraged.
"What was that all about?" Dean puzzled around the bite of cheeseburger.
"I… I really don't know actually. It was like he knew something but didn't want to say anything. Hmm… that was odd." Sam thought shrugging it off and turning back to his laptop. "Dean I think that there is something here that we are just not reading into. Maybe we are looking too deep into it!"
"I don't know dude. There is nothing. Unless… Let me see what you have?" Dean quizzed.
"Yeah sure. This is all I have. James, Mathew, and the John Doe that we haven't named yet." Sam said handing over the documents.
"Look at this." Dean said pointing out the fine print. "They all came from the same place. Isn't that near where the gate was at?" Dean inquired looking at Sam with quizzing eyes.
After a long moment of looks and silent exchanges the boys called Bobby again.
"Bobby, the place where the gate was open in Wyoming, the hunters that have been killed have all come from there. What if it has something to do with the fact that we killed the demon? I mean what do you think Bobby?"
"Well I have been looking and it is the showings of a ritual, like some one is trying to bring something back or up. I haven't found out of what but I will and then I will get back to you." Bobby informed as he listened to Sam take a big sigh of relief.
"Alright thanks Bobby. Hey Dean lets-go-we got something we have to do and now."
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"Hey Samantha, is Sidney around?" Sam solicited as he stood in the doorway of their little house while he looked at the redhead that stood in nothing but a tank top and shorts in front of him. "She's still in the shower, come on in though. She should be out in a few." Samantha replied as she turned and walked down the hall pulling her hair up into the pony that had been around her little wrist. "Sid there are people here for you, so hurry your ass up!" Samantha barked.
"So what's up?" Samantha ReAnne asked as she sat with one leg over the other were she was sitting across from Sam and Dean on the leather couches that took up stay in her living room.
"Nothing, just need to ask Sidney a couple of questions about those pictures she talked about last night is all. It may help with that case." Dean said watching the way that ReAnne's face changed at the mention of her sister and those pictures.
Sam had informed Dean that she was probably referring to premonitions but he didn't want to believe that he had run into another person who was like his brother; he had once asked his brother for proof of the fact that he was psychic or even telekinetic but Sam had refused of course. Dean still thought it was because he didn't want to give himself a headache trying to bend that damn spoon.
"Um, I thought you guys were working on the Haring murder, not why my sister has pictures of you two?" Samantha stuttered. If they had found out it would only cause more hell for them and they didn't need a couple of hunters breathing down their necks because her sister was seeing shit in her head days before it happened.
"We are, though we are not FBI as your sister so kindly pointed out last night." Dean growled looking Samantha up and down. He admired the courage she had to wear what she was in with them still in the room. Not many women are that comfortable with themselves- to wear almost nothing with two men that they don't know in the room with her.
"So why don't you tell me why you are looking into his murder?" Samantha ReAnne continued to ask question after question.
"Well our father was a good friend of his as was a friend of the family and we heard about his death and that it was a possible murder we wanted to find the evil son of a bitch ourselves." Dean answered awaiting her next question.
"Interesting description of him there Winchester." Samantha shot back.
"Well I do try." Dean's smartass personality seeped through every inch of his words making Samantha chuckle. She had to give him some credit- he was a charmer though he annoyed her at times. But with her history what man wouldn't?
"Who the hell is here?" Sidney asked as she quickly rounded the corner. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black top that showed off her belly ring to the world while she ran a towel over her wet hair, letting the long raven colored locks run down to the small of her back.
Dean was aware of the breath that caught in Sam's throat when he laid eyes on her. He would admit that the Jenkins girls were not bad looking at all. If she could take his baby brother's breath away she had to be something. "Oh, Hey Sam, Dean. What do you need?" Sidney asked suddenly feeling very indecent because of the look crossed Sam's face.
"We need to talk to you about the other…" Sam started "Ok look. My brother he um… has these premonitions. The other night when you said that you had pictures… would you care to tell us what the hell you meant by that because he is freaking out and I just want to get the bottom of this." Dean interrupted.
"I…Uh… Shit. Yeah the other day I had a pre… premonition it was weird-it hurt like hell." Sidney Catherine explained everything; that she had experienced them before a couple of nights before Mathew died, and the same with James. She told them that she didn't know what they meant or how she was supposed to find the men before they were killed. She just saw them die and then days later they were killed. "Have you seen one recently of a man being killed?" Sam asked
"Yeah. I had one the other night. Um… but it was nothing like the way that the other men died Sam. It was just there, it was of Dean." Catherine said fear poring into her eyes for all of them to see
It was not something that Samantha ReAnne was used to but it was there in her sister's eyes. The fear was so clear; ReAnne had seen the same fear in her eyes before the night that mom died, and a couple times after that but nothing like this. She was scared of everything.
The only thought that came to ReAnne's mind was that Bobby could help. Thinking on impulse Samantha got up and went to the kitchen unaware of the fact that Dean was hot on her heels.
"Hey…" the Jenkins girl replied after a man's voice answered the phone. "Um… Bobby you said to call if we needed any help and I think that things are going to get a little rough around here. Do you think that you can give us a hand down here?" Samantha asked speaking faster than normal.
Dean was not sure what to make of it. He was sure that he heard Bobby's voice over the phone when Samantha ReAnne's phone call had been answered but he was even more sure of it when he listened to the question and heard the response as clear as if it were him on the phone. Bobby would be here soon to give them a hand that they didn't need, and to answer his questions.
"Dean." Samantha said after walking into the oldest Winchester brother.
"I thought you might need to talk." Dean said questions clear in his eyes.
"N… No I'm fine. Really." Samantha ReAnne whispered not liking the feelings that stirred in her insides with the closeness that came with walking into someone.
"Ok… so let me ask you a question. That man that you were on the phone with, who was he?"
"Just… a friend of the family. God-Dean- What? Am I not allowed to ask for help for my sister's sake? She is my sister after all." Samantha bite walking around him and back to the others before she did something she would regret quickly. She wondered whether hitting him or… Samantha kill that thought. He is a hunter, not to mention a Winchester not a wise idea.
"Yeah you can but we can help if you would just let us." Dean fought back as he stood behind her. He was aware that they clearly being watched by the other two, for Dean and ReAnne had visibly disrupted a conversation that was going on between them.
"Want to explain what you two are fighting about now?" Sidney rapidly intervened annoyance in her voice.
"No." Samantha answered with a curl to her lip daring Dean to give a different answer but Dean being Dean he didn't seem much threat in the woman's snarl.
"Yeah. Why don't you ask your sister here why she felt it necessary to call a family friend? Bobby I think his name was." Dean said meeting Sidney's then Sam's eyes before turning to Samantha for the answer that they all sought to find.
"Why did you call Bobby?" Sid asked Samantha.
" I felt it was important. Why are you the only one allowed to talk to him now Sid?" Samantha snapped anger lucid in her stand and voice. If Dean got out of this one he would be a very lucky man. "I never said that. But we don't need his help so why would you bother him at this moment when we are in the middle of something?"
"You were in the middle of something-I was just sitting there." Samantha shot back fast.
"Bobby?" Sam asked
"Yeah Bobby Singer he is a"
"Hunter..." Sam finished. "We know him."
"Clearly!" Samantha bit turning to glare at Dean "Why didn't you just tell me you knew him?"
"I didn't know he was the same Bobby. Oh. He will be here in two days Sam. You can finish asking him all your questions then." Dean finished.
"Ok, so back to this Dean. We think that it is to bring a demon back. The thing is that it can't be Yellow Eyes. So we just have to find out what demon it is so that we can stop it from happening."
"How do we do that?" Sidney asked.
"We don't. Us on the other hand we are going to wait for Bobby. If you have any more visions before that you let us know. Maybe we can stop the next one from coming true." Sam explained getting to his feet.
"So what, you are going to leave now?" Samantha ReAnne snarled through clenched teeth. "I think it wise." Dean retorted walking to the door. "Sam will call ya later. I'll see you all later after you have cooled off."
"Yeah keep wishing Dean. I am going to ring your neck before you leave town!" Samantha yelled heading for the bathroom that her sister had come out of a while before. "See you around sweetheart but it won't be on good terms."
Chuckling, Sidney apologized for her sister and said goodbye to the boys. Now time to go chew a sister out. Sidney thought to herself while walking to the bathroom to find ReAnne sitting on the counter with her feet in the sink. "You want to talk about it?" Sidney asked unsure of what was going on in that head of hers.
"Sid I keep thinking about mom and how she was killed and I don't think that we should be around the Winchesters anymore." ReAnne said hanging her head in shame.
"Samantha that was a long time ago and just because he couldn't save her from that demon doesn't mean we should hold it against them. Besides, they have issues about as much as we do." Sidney said as she watched as Samantha fidgeted with her hair that had fallen out of its place in the tie.
"Yeah well Sam is nothing like Dean, and Dean reminds me so much of John it's scary. Sidney I don't like it. The closer I am to him the more of that night I remember. I don't think I can do it. What would dad say if he knew what Dean did to me because of that night?" Samantha ReAnne was plainly shaken up and the tears were on the verge of breaking over the edge of her eyes, and Samantha didn't cry.
"He would tell you that John Winchester was a good man. Samantha, they are here to help. Nothing and I mean nothing is going to happen to you. What happened with mom was not John's fault; he just didn't get there in time. There is no one to blame but that damn demon. Please I need to know. I need their help and you called Bobby so he will be here soon. Just try, I will help you get through this and it will be over soon." Sidney said feeling the pain that her sister did when it came to the death of their mother.