Summary: Dean, Sam, and John stumble onto a small town. When entering a supermarket a large cloud of mist takes over the town. Does something lie within it? Sam knows what's happening. Can the Winchester's get out alive? Takes place during Season 1!
A/N: Hi guys! You'll see some light humor in this. I wanted to have some because the Winchesters and everyone else won't be laughing later…mwahaha!
Chapter 4
Previously
As they walked Sam can't help but feel uneasy about all of this. Did he just have a vision before? It was very possible but even without the vision Sam already feels this is all very familiar. Somehow he has heard of this before. He just can't figure out how.
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John sighed as he listening to Charlie.
"It wasn't something from this world! I'm telling you!" A middle-aged woman handed him a cloth to clean the blood. "Ben's dead now! Because of it!"
"What did this thing look like?" John asked.
Charlie looked up, "Who are you?"
John sighed with annoyance, "I'm John. My sons are here too. Were not from here."
"Obviously." Someone mumbled threw the crowd and John ignored them.
Charlie nodded, "It was huge. Hard too see threw all the mist but it came out of nowhere and grabbed Ben with this huge claw and blood spluttered everywhere. I heard the crunching of his bones." The old man grimaced.
A middle-aged woman with light brown pin straight hair spoke, "No one should leave. We can all survive in a supermarket."
"But for how long?" Someone shouted.
The noise then picked up again as the chattering mouths increased. John rubbed his temples and scratched his beard. He turned his head and saw his sons. Sam looked a little pale and was leaning against Dean a bit as they walked.
Sam looked way bent out of shape. Kid might have a concussion. Dean did say he hit his head. Dean just looked completely exhausted; he had dark circles under his eyes. John needed to get him and his boys out of here.
John jogged up to them, "Sammy how ya feeling?"
"My head hurts." Sam mumbled.
"Anything else?" John asked.
"A little nauseas. Kind of dizzy. No big deal." Sam swayed.
"Ace, go back to where you were or something. Get him a bucket or something and maybe a blanket. Wake him up every few hours." John ordered.
"Don't worry dad, I've dealt with concussions before. He'll be fine."
John nodded and patted Dean on the arm and trudged back to settle down the crowd.
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Claire watched from the outer layer of the crowd, she was the in the last row of people, behind everyone. Dean held Sam and talked to their father. Then Dean began heading back towards the aisle.
"Who are they?" A voice said behind her.
She jumped, "Oh Davis you scared me." Laughing uneasily she made her way back to her cash register and farther away from the crowd.
"Sorry didn't mean too." Davis replied.
Davis was an old high school sweet heart of Claire's. He was in the military but back in town for a few weeks with a few others. Davis followed her with his deep brown chocolate eyes and dark brown slicked back hair. It was an odd color for hair and eyes when Davis had such pale skin.
Claire reached her register finally and grabbed her water bottle taking a small sip.
"So who are those three new men?" Davis asked.
"You know the older man is John. Why so curious about the other two?"
"Just the shorter one." Davis said as his eyes locked on the large window.
"You saw me talking to him?" Claire asked suspiciously.
"We'll, yeah." Davis said.
"You jealous?"
"I-"
"Well don't be Davis, I can take care of myself. And besides I feel he's a very good person."
Davis shrugged and stretched, "If you say so."
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While Sam swaggered Dean managed to find a comforter on sale. He grabbed it and placed it under his shoulder. He found a few dusty pillows too and took one of them. Then he got small pink garbage pale and then preceded to get some paper bags from a register. The he made his way down the aisle where Sam once had lay completely unconscious.
"Dean lemme stand on my own." Sam grunted from Dean's grasp.
"You sure bean stalk?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam mumbled as he released Dean and stood with his arms crossed.
"Stay." Dean ordered and pointed a finger as he laid down the blanket and pillow and the pale. The he placed the bags, all three of them, into the pale. "Now lay."
Sam sat down immediately.
"Good, uh I think I'll go round up some ginger ale and some other things but-"
"But what Dean?" Sam asked as he placed the warm thick blanket on top of him.
"I don't, I mean I-" Dean shifted and then a high-pitched sweet soft voice wrung out.
"I'll stay with him, if that's okay?" Claire asked.
Dean stood motionless staring at her. He looked into her eyes and never noticed how stunningly blue they were.
He gulped, "I, uh, sure, yeah, thanks."
There was an awkward moment of silence. Sam coughed.
"Okay then. I guess I'll go and get the stuff." Dean turned and tripped over a box of gushers. He though managed gracefully on his feet. He straightened up and cracked his neck and walked off.
Claire giggled and sat down across from Sam.
"He likes you." Sam mumbled, dozing off.
The young woman blushed, "Really?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah." The youngest Winchester then felt his stomach lurch, "I'm gonna puke." Then the young man buried his face into the pink can and heaved.
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"But my children are out there! I have to go to them!" Sobbed a woman with a buzz cut.
"Sue, you gotta stay, I'm sure there fine." A man with blonde hair said.
The woman wiped her eyes, "Fine? Charlie says there's a freaking monster out there. My babies need me!"
John stepped in, "Ma'am I think it's best if you stay. Let's say your children are safe and you go out there and…something happens. When this is over they won't have a mother."
Sue huffed, "I need to see my children." She pushed past the crowd towards the doors.
The blonde spoke, "Sue stay please. I don't want you getting hurt or worse."
"Paul….my kids."
A large growl echoed suddenly through the mist, making the windows rumble. "You're kids are probably safer than we are." Paul stated.
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Dean collected a few cans of ginger ale and some Advil and proceeded back to Sam. Sam was lying down, eyes closed and Claire was making a disgusted face.
She wrinkled her nose, "He threw up. I would of disposed of it by now but I didn't want to leave him."
Dean nodded and grimaced at the smell, "Thank all that his holy I put a few bags in there."
Claire smiled, "I'll get some air freshener from aisle seven."
"Okay. When you come back I'll throw this out." Dean paused, "If you don't mind."
The young girl's cheeks tinted a light pink color, "No I don't mind. Be right back."
Dean turned towards his little brother and waddled over and sat across from him. He played with the necklace on his neck, the one he always wore that Sam gave him years ago. Finally he heard a grown.
"How your head?"
"Hurts like a bitch." Sam grumbled. Sam was not a happy camper, when he cursed you knew it.
Dean grabbed the Advil, "Here swallow it down with some ginger ale."
Sam gave an odd look towards the beverage and Dean shrugged, "It will settle your stomach."
Sighing Sam sat up and swallowed the pills and drank the ginger ale, "Where's dad?"
Dean shrugged, "With the towns people. You look better."
Sam nodded, "I feel a little better. I can't stay on this floor for the entire time we are in here, Dean. I'm ready to help."
Dean bit his lip.
"Oh come on Dean and besides-"
"Besides what?"
"I don't know. I just feel like this has happened before."
Dean became very serious, "You have a vision?"
"Yeah but that's not the point."
"Then what is?"
"When I hit my head it jumbled up my thoughts. I can't think clearly."
Dean growled, "No shit." He paused, "Sorry."
"S'okay." Sam replied, "But I have this weird feeling I've heard of this all before. Like-I don't know."
"We'll just chill for a little more. At least till the Advil kicks in. When Claire returns I'll dispose of your-icky crap."
There was a moment of silence.
Sam smiled slightly, "So you and Claire." He raised his eyebrows.
"Shut up."
"Your in to her. I can tell. It's little brother radar."
"No, it's the bump on your head. It's making you talk nonsense."
Sam laughed and took a sip of ginger ale, "I think she likes you too. You should talk to her some more."
"I don't need girl advice from you." Dean said tightening his jacket around himself.
"Well I was the one who had a girlfriend for three years."
Dean huffed. Sam grinned.
"What should I say to her?"
He's asking me for girl advice?
"I'm sure you'll think of something I mean you are Dean Winchester after all."
"Not funny." Dean said and then heard the sounds of soft squeaky shoes approaching. He turned his head and saw Claire returning and her big blue eyes shimmering. Dean got up and fixed his collar and picked up the puke.
Sam snorted, "I don't think you holding my puke will get her to like you."
"Bite me."
A/N: hope you enjoyed this! Please REVIEW! also a very important note easter is on sunday, obviously, and then the day after I will be on vacation till april 18th. so i might not update this until i return. but i am bringing a writing journal with me so if I spike any ideas I'll write them down. But I might update before I leave, I don't know. Peace. Love. Supernatural.
