HOT.
TOO HOT.
FIRE.
TRAPPED.
Have to get them out. Have to save her. It's so hot. The fire's burning her.
Dean woke up with a violent jolt. His first instinct was to look over to see if he woke Sam.
Negative. Still sleeping.
HOT. TOO HOT. FIRE. TRAPPED. FIRE. BURNING HER.
Dean snapped back from the vision that just played out in his head. A vision. A sinking feeling quickly grew in the pit of his stomach.
"Sam! Get up!" Dean said as he scrambled around to pull his clothes back on. He threw one of Sam's gargantuan boots at the frozen lump in the bed. "Now! We need to get Jo."
"Wha…" Sam mumbled, slowly rising up in bed. "Dean, what are—What time is it?"
"Three in the morning. Rise and shine. Get up and get your Gigantor body moving." Dean stood up, ready to leave. "We need to check on Jo."
"Why? What happened?" Sam asked, still confused as he got out of bed and started putting his clothes on almost automatically.
Dean paused to look at Sam, one sleeve of his leather jacket on and the other hanging from his side. "I had this dream thing or…something. It doesn't matter though; we just need to go. Now." He slid his jacket over his shoulders and snatched the keys to the Impala from the top of the television. Sam was only two steps behind him as they stepped outside, icy rain pelting them in the face on the way to the car.
Sam waited until they were on the road to speak. He rubbed his eye with a fist and said, "So a dream thing, huh?"
Dean glanced over at his brother as he raced down the slick highway to the opposite side of town, windshield wipers going. "That's what I said, Sammy. It was a dream. She was in her house and it was on fire."
"And you feel the need to go get her. You think it's really happening? That Jo's in danger?" Sam pried gently.
"Dammit, Sam. Yes! It seemed so real. Too real…" Dean trailed off.
"Sounds like a premonition…" Sam said, more to himself.
Dean eyed his brother, speeding through Jo's neighborhood.
"Look," Sam said, elbowing Dean and point out at the sky off to the right. The night sky was lit up with orange and yellow hues, smoke consuming the stars.
Fire.
Dean pushed the gas pedal to the floor and rounded the last couple streets to Jo's house. They made it before any fire trucks or police. There were only a few bystanders along the road, watching in horror in their nightgowns and robes. Dean barely remembered to put the Impala into park before he and Sam were out and racing towards the house. Sam kicked in the door as Dean pushed past him into a fire pit.
"Jo? Jo!" Dean yelled, covering his mouth and nose with his arm in between calls to what seemed like an empty home.
"Jo!" Sam joined in, searching for the little girl. Or anyone.
"JoJo!" Dean yelled. "Jo—" Dean was cut off by a ceiling beam falling, narrowly missing him and his brother.
"Dean, wait!" Sam yelled, stopping him with a hand on his bicep. "Do you hear that?" He listened for a second. The distance cry of a little girl sounded, coming from the back of the house.
"Stay where you are! I'm coming! Keep yelling, sweetheart!" Dean moved, agile and quick through the burning house, Sam not far behind him. They could hear Jo continuing to call for help like she was told. It felt like forever before Dean finally found her, standing in the middle of the kitchen. Her pink and white nightgown had holes burned through it and her hair was matted to her face. She was crying, rubbing her eyes with balled up fists and coughing from the smoke.
"There you are!" Dean scooped her up and quickly turned around, motioning for Sam to head back towards the front of the house so they could escape.
