A/N: So I finally got around to writing…. I had big writer's block, and might still. Don't kill me if Chapter 3 doesn't go completely smoothly (. Also, naughty Dean is cursing profoundly…but not really.
Dean's baby -- Dean's Impala. ; ) you'll understand soon enough… ---Feb.9/07
Chapter 3: Something Supernatural…
The sky was a pale gray today and rather cloudy, it being mid-afternoon as Dean and Sam ventured on their little hunt in the forest. They had packed up their some stuff to use, and kept 'Dean's baby' parked by their cottage.
Sam shuffled over slowly, following Dean's steps cautiously. They crawled through the bushes, Dean came up first.
"Hey! Aren't we supposed to be laying low??"
"Check this out," Dean brushed off Sam's comment. His hands were a bit dirtied, as well as his face. He had had quite enough of 'laying low'. He was staring through the window, squinting. He had a hold on the window ledge and was squeezed between the brush and the cottage.
"What? What is it?" Sam tried to look through the window too, but Dean just knocked him down.
"Are you trying to get caught? Do you want to end up just like how you did in your dream?"
"Ugh." Sam groaned in the dirt, "Phh…", dirt had somehow found its way to his mouth. "One, it wasn't a dream. And two, what if I had just not told you about it and gone myself?"
"Shh…" Dean raised his finger to Sam mouth. "There's something there. I'm getting this weird vibe…"
"What's inside the room??"
"Some old-looking sofa and a TV..." The back of the sofa was facing them, and the TV was in front of the sofa, positioned at the middle of the wall.
"Anyone sitting on the sofa, perhaps?" Sam snickered.
"I don't know…" Dean squinted some more.
"That's it-"Sam jumped up to see what was going on, then crawled backwards in fear when he saw what was inside.
"What are you doing?" Dean moved away from the window still facing it in case. He whispered frantically.
"Are you blind??...fuck."
"What's going on?? Are you not telling me something…?" Dean stared at Sam, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
"There's something sitting on the sofa alright…"
"What is it??" Dean averted his attention to Sam. "I don't see anything!"
"It's the demon that was in my premonition," Sam whispered.
"Fuck, that's fucked…," Dean mumbled something incoherent.
"Why can't you see the demon?"
"How do we know for sure it's a demon??"
"We don't. But look through the window again…" Sam pointed at the window with the same look on his face as he had before, when he had first pointed out the cottage to Dean.
"Fuck! Where'd that the piece of shit go?" Dean referred to the sofa belligerently.
"Come on!" Sam was waving Dean over to the outer corner of the cottage; Dean hadn't even noticed that he'd left.
"Ouch, shit. Some fucking branch just fucking poked me!" Dean sucked on his thumb warily.
Sam pulled Dean by the arm, dragging him to the door.
"Hold on-"
"What?" Sam asked with an air of 'don't contradict me'.
"Uh…never mind…" Dean had wanted to suggest that it wasn't the smartest idea to just barge into the cottage without knowing what was in there.
Sam knocked on the door of the cottage.
Dean just stared at the door, blinking; thinking of how his brother was completely insane. They didn't even barge in, they were practically welcoming death…
The door creaked open on its own.
Dean suddenly came to his senses to take out his pellet gun to fight away the demon, spirit, ghost…Or whatever that thing was. He didn't see anything for a moment.
They began walking through the cottage discreetly. No one was there, yet Dean couldn't shake off the feeling of something or someone threateningly nearby. Bone-chilling and made you feel nauseous. It was that kind of feeling.
Something's wrong here…, Sam thought to himself.
Suddenly the screen became gray with static, and something made a clicking noise. The floor began to rumble and shake.
"Earthquake!" Dean yelled, "Duck!"
