CHAPTER SEVEN
Day 27
'Happenstance'
Sam was sitting in yet another crummy motel room watching yet another TV evangelist prattle on that his life sucked. It was about three am and Sam couldn't sleep. It didn't help that Dean was snoring in the bed beside him. Dean could sleep anywhere; that was one thing Sam was envious of when it came to his brother.
Getting up off his bed, Sam crept over to his laptop which was sitting on the small kitchen table. He checked his emails for the about fiftieth time that day and saw that his inbox was still empty. He was waiting on a message from a mailing list he'd signed up to; a list that notified all members of the latest news headlines minutes after they occurred. Dean and Sam had been following a particular story for the past week that had led them to the small town of Linus. A woman had gone missing without a trace and the media were calling her the "Vanished Vision" due to the fact that she had been a beauty queen in her younger days.
Penny Smithfield was a woman in her early thirties who had last been seen in her home one week before. The next morning a friend arrived and realized Penny was nowhere to be found. The case was even more interesting due to the fact that people in surrounding towns claimed to see Penny as a "Vision" at night. They all had different stories as to where Penny was and what she was wearing but the one consensus they did have what they appeared to be crying.
The last town she was known to have been seen was here in Linus to Sam was eagerly awaiting any word of any sighting so he and Dean could go and check it out. But seeing as there was no email, Sam just shut his laptop and leant back in his chair. He'd been finding it hard to sleep ever since Dean had told him that he'd given up his own life so Sam would come back to life. Dean was given a year to live; that was twenty-seven days ago. Sam was annoyed because instead of searching for a way to save his brother; they kept getting sidetracked with demons they had to send back to hell.
Yawning, Sam seized the opportunity for sleep and climbed back into bed. He had entered that lovely pre-sleep state when a harsh knocking at the door snapped Dean, and therefore Sam, out of his sleep.
"Whasatt?" Dean yelped tiredly; lifting his head up.
"Someone's at the door." Sam said, begrudgingly getting up off his bed and heading towards the doorway.
"Wait, wait." Dean muttered in a whisper. He, too, got up off his bed whilst retrieving the knife he kept under his pillow. He then nodded to Sam that he could go on.
Sam looked oddly at his brother. "Since when do demons knock?"
"Not demons; junkies." Dean corrected Sam. "These damn one level motels; anyone can walk up and ring the bell." He nodded the knife towards the door, motioning for Sam to open it.
Sam sighed and turned back to the doorway. The persistent knocking rattled once again throughout the room. Sam reached out for the doorknob and pulled it open. At first he wasn't sure who he was looking at. But then the familiar voice rang true.
"Hey Sam; cute PJ's." Andie said from the doorway, bounding something in her arms.
Dean saw Andie and came forwards, setting the knife down on the table as he did. He noticed the small bundle in Andie's arms and realized it was a baby. "You have a baby?"
Andie looked down at the stirring infant. "Yeah, we got a problem."
