Sam is not okay. Initially following the shock of seeing the picture of the woman who had haunted him ever since he had that dream Sam convinced himself that everything was okay, that it was just some coincidence. He was wrong, everything is not okay.
Over the past few weeks since his birthday he had three more horrifying dreams, all three which he later found out were true and now he is completely freaking out.
Are these tragedies happening because of my dreams? Is this somehow my fault?
It's what Sam has constantly been worrying about, were people dying because of him? And not just dying, being murdered in terrible, terrible ways that make Sam sick to witness. To make it worse Sam is completely convinced that whatever is killing these people, never the same thing one dream was of a wolf-man creature that ripped out a guy's-whose name he later found out was Bryan Finch- heart and proceeded to eat it, weren't human. Forget about nightmares somehow coming true, the thought of monsters existing is both horrifying and insane.
Sam considered telling his parents after the second dream but that was only for a brief moment, he didn't want to spend the last few weeks of his senior year locked in a padded room. So he's been suffering in silence and promptly freaking out. "Sam! Dinner!" His mother's voice rings from downstairs. Sam frowns, the last thing he wants to do is go out of his room and pretend like everything's alright, like he has been doing the last few weeks, but unfortunately he has no choice. He doesn't know what else to do.
Mary knows something is wrong with her youngest. He's been acting strange for a while now. Spending all his time in his room, which isn't completely unusual Sam has been known to lock himself in there and study for hours on end, but this time it's different. He usually makes time to chat with Mary after school and spends time with his friends at least once a week. Lately, he's gone straight to his room and hasn't been out once in weeks.
During meals he's been brooding, as if being at the kitchen table is the absolute last place he wants to be. He doesn't speak unless spoken to first and Mary can't even remember the last time he made some comment at his brother, and there has been times where even Mary can admit that Dean deserved some snap back from whatever comment he had made. Maybe it's just college nerves, high school ending making him feel depressed. Mary shakes her head. Call it maternal instinct but she knows it's not that. She frowns and wonders when it had gotten to the point that her boys no longer felt they could come to their mother about their problems.
Sam drags himself down to the kitchen and takes his usual seat. His family is already seated, including Dean who once again is over for another meal. Usually Sam would make some kind of comment about him being a user and a mooch but he just doesn't feel up to it. He begins to pick at the meatloaf and mash potatoes his mother had set up in a plate for him. He hasn't had much of an appetite lately.
Mary looks worriedly at Sam before speaking to him, making sure to disguise her tone into a cherry one, "So, are you excited for tomorrow?"
Sam looks up at his mother, "Tomorrow?" he asks, confused. "What's tomorrow?"
"The prom!" Right, senior prom. It seems like forever ago that prom was actually important to Sam. "Oh right, I'm not going." John stops his fork midway from his mouth before turning to his son. "What do you mean you're not going? You, Mark, and Katie have been planning for weeks with the limo company."
"And you're supposed to take Laura!" Mary pipes in.
At the name Laura Dean looks up. "Yeah, Laura Anderson sister to Hannah Anderson, still can't believe she said yes to you, way out of your league." John and Mary both turn to briefly glare at their oldest before turning back to Sam.
"I already told the guys that I was backing out of the limo deal and spoke to Laura last week. She's going with Frank Thomas, the football team's quarterback, I think she'll be fine."
Mary frowns angrily, "Is that what happened? Laura decided she wanted to go with someone else?" Dean snorts, "Probably realized what a huge mistake she made saying yes in the first place." Everyone ignores him.
"No!" Sam exclaims. "Because if it is there's no shame in going by yourself, you'll still have fun with your friends." John says. Dean coughs under his breath "Dateless loser."
"That's not it!" Sam raises his voice, "I told Laura I didn't want to go. Okay? I just don't want to go."
"Why not?" Mary asks softly. Sam looks over at his mother with pleading eyes, "Just because. Can we just drop it, please?"
So, they do and the conversation moves on but both Mary and John continue to shoot worried glances at their son who doesn't look up from his plate the rest of the meal.
Sam's done. He's done just moping around his room. He needs answers. So the next night after his parents had gone to bed he gets in his car and drives somewhere he never thought he'd go.
Missouri Mosely is somewhat of a joke around these parts. A palm reader and supposed psychic. It's some sort of tradition to play pranks on her, in fact he's positive his brother has played quite a few of those pranks himself. However, you never heard one person who has actually gone to her call her a fake. Desperate times call for desperate measures and Sam finds himself in front of her house.
It's after her business hours and pretty late so he has no idea if she'll even see him but he forces himself to knock on her door. Not even a minute after he had knocked does she answers, "Oh honey, I've been waiting for you."
Sam sits in a chair wringing his hands together in his lap. Missouri walks in and hands him a cup of tea, "Um thanks." He says and takes a hesitant sip. Missouri smiles sadly at him, "Sam." She starts but Sam interrupts her eyes wide, "I never told you my name." Missouri smiles again, this time amused.
"You didn't have to. Is your tea okay?" Sam nods, "Yeah its fine…thanks." He starts to wonder how he's supposed to ask what he needs to know. How he's to tell what's been happening to him, what's been happening to people because of him.
Missouri frowns, "Oh Sam it's not your fault." Sam looks at her bewildered, "I didn't say anything."
"I know but you were thinking it." She stares at the boy in front her, contemplative. "Something dark has touched you." Sam coughs, "Excuse me?"
"A long time ago, possibly when you were only a baby something evil touched you. It's the reason you're having these visions." Missouri says. "Visions?" Sam asks, "That's what they are?"
"Yes visions, you're seeing the future, not creating it so you can stop feeling so guilty." Sam puts his tea on the coffee table and stands up abruptly. "That's not possible! These things I've been seeing, they're monsters and monsters…monsters aren't real." He started off strong but by the end of his declaration his words are whispered as if he doesn't even believe them himself.
"I'm sorry Sam, but they are. All of them, vampires, werewolves, witches, and so much more." Sam feels as if he's about to be sick.
"Fine, let's say that this isn't completely insane. You said something evil…touched me? And that's why I've been having these nightmares, then what was it? What did this to me?"
Missouri looks at him forlornly, "I don't know, I'm sorry. I just know that it was something bad, really bad and…" Sam looks at her. "And what?"
"And whatever it was, it didn't just touch you. It marked you, claimed you. It'll be back."
Sam ran out of the house without another word. Something, some kind of monster claimed him? What does that even mean?
All kinds of thoughts swirl around in his head so he pulls over to avoid a crash. He just parked when a painful searing sensation tears through his head.
It's a yellow house. A man walks into the house. He looks up for a second and his eyes flash silver, clearly he's not human. The man walks into the kitchen and grabs a knife, before walking up the stairs. He turns into a pink room where a little girl sleeps. He stands over her and the little girl wakes up. "Daddy?" She asks blearily. The man holds the knife over his head and the girl spots it and screams.
Sam gasps and jumps back in his seat. For a minute he looks wildly around the car, now he's having these visions while he's awake? Then he realizes, he knows that man. It was Mr. Gerald who owns the tailor shop and that little girl was his daughter Susie.
Again Sam feels sick. Mr. Gerald is a monster? Or is it something posing as him? Either way something's in Lawrence and it's going to kill Susie. Sam knows he has to do something. He can't let a little girl be killed, especially not a little girl that he knows.
Nodding to himself convinced he starts his car back up and drives toward the Gerald home.
He pulls up in front of the yellow house and reaches in his pocket for the pocket knife that his father had given to him last year, with the warning not to tell Mary about it. He looks at it warily. Is really going to kill a monster with this? Would it even work? Could he even kill something? He stomach is in knots he realizes he has no other options. He can't call the police, what would he say? That Mr. Gerald, who everyone knows as one of the kindest men, is really a monster who is going to brutally murder his own daughter? And that he knows this because of the visions he has because of some evil monster that had claimed him when he was a baby? Right, because that would go over well.
He has to do this, he can't let this happen. He sees Mr. Gerald walking to the door so he jumps out of the car. "Hey!" He cries. The man turns around, and glares at him. "What?!" He growls, a sound that most certainly isn't human. Sam swallows, grips his knife and runs toward the monster.
The knife goes right where he had aimed, into the chest but the man doesn't even flinch. He looks down at the pen knife protruding from his body and smirks before pulling it out and throwing it. "Seriously?" He asks amused before grabbing Sam and throwing him across the lawn with inhuman strength. Sam lands on his back and loses his breath. "You idiotic boy." The monster sneers suddenly standing over him. "Now I'll have to kill you too."
A different voice speaks now, "'Fraid I can't let you do that." The monster gasps as a knife goes through his back and is pulled out. Arms grab the body and throw it to the left to stop it from falling on top of Sam. The monster is dead.
A new man leans over Sam now, wearing old jeans, an equally old shirt and sporting a beard and a baseball cap. "You idjit. What were you thinking going after a shifter with a pocket knife?
Okay sorry that's where I'm going to end it today. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, and put Different Worlds on their favorites list. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes, I still need a beta. So, tell me what you think so far! Thanks for reading.
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