A/N
- If you haven't noticed already…it's starting to sound like an episode of Season 1. That's because it's involving the episode where Sam and Dean have to go home. Keep reading and stick with me to find out how it's twisted into involving Freddi. Enjoy!
- Re-uploaded and edited for grammar errors, time jumps, and perspective switches
Chapter 9
Overhearing that, it didn't seem like a normal nightmare to Freddi anymore. The brothers left the room for a moment to talk and they didn't want her to hear; what was so secretive that they couldn't tell her? She knew there was way more to the short story she received the night before.
When Sam and Dean came back into the room, she noticed the tension in the air, just by seeing their expressions; Sam's body language shifted around like he was uncomfortable and Dean was a melting pot of pain and hesitancy. Freddi didn't know how to address them so she kept quiet until they were all strapped into the impala again.
She was sitting on the dashboard with her arms crossed, "Alright, what's going on? You've got some 'splainin' to do. I was fine with being patient, but nothing truly makes sense about this morning, so it's time to grab the truth by the pair."
Sam only seemed half-aware of his surroundings as he answered, "My nightmares... Sometimes I get these visions of people, seeing how they're going to die. I saw my girlfriend die days before it happened. I saw every single detail. I just told Dean about them."
Dean snapped, slightly causing her to jump at the sharp volume of his tone, "They're not visions!"
"Then, what are they, Dean?"
Dean glared at the road, unable to find an answer for a few moments. Finally, he grumbled, "There's a contact in dad's journal, a psychic. Maybe she has some answers."
Freddi was confused, but she had one more question before shutting her mouth; she didn't want to push this too far, "And, what's in Lawrence?"
There were a lot of things in Lawrence for Sam and Dean; it used to be home. Sam's eyes were glued to the window as he gripped the door handle with white knuckles and lied, "I... I'm not sure, but I just want to be sure of something. It was just too vivid..."
Sam could hear a growl from Dean as his brother kept driving, well over the speed limit.
On that note, Freddi limited her talking to practically nothing. She knew they wouldn't react this way unless there was a different reason, but she also knew when it wasn't something that was needed to be discussed; Sam looked like he could snap at any moment and Dean was driving faster and faster down the highway every time someone opened their mouth. The last thing Freddi wanted was to get into the middle of that or cause an accident.
'This is going to be a long ride,' Freddi thought as she lay down on her stomach, resting her head against crossed arms and began humming to the song on the radio.
After roughly three hours estimate of long suffocating silence, she was curious about some things; plus, it was a good distraction. She started asking about the hunts they've taken on their travels so far. Man, she was thankful she did. Not only did it break the silence, but Sam and Dean were able to dish out these amazing stories: A weeping woman in California, a windigo in a Colorado national park, a spirit or two, the Hook Man legend, and a shape-shifter that murdered while wearing Dean's face in St. Louis.
The last case Sam and Dean had taken, before Freddi was found, involved a Native American curse that controlled insects; no wonder Dean was so freaked about her at the beginning. Once they started talking about a demon on a plane, she was officially entertained by something Sam mentioned.
"Wait, wait, wait," Freddi asked, directed at Dean, just barely holding back her chuckling. "You run around a windigo's den, yelling, 'It's chow time, you freaky bastard! I taste good! Come and get some white meat, bitch,' and yet flying give you the heebes and the geebes?"
Dean shot daggers at Sam and Freddi, who were both so entertained by it. Sam took one last jab at him, a grin plastered all over his face, "You're going to have to get over that someday."
"Not while my baby is still in one piece," Dean stated firmly, lightly brushing his hand on the steering wheel. There was no other option as far as he was concerned.
(a full day of driving later)
It was just after midnight when the car stopped.
"Sam," Dean pushed his already sleeping brother awake. "Come on."
Dean carefully slid Freddi's half-limp form into an open palm and grabbed his bag out of the back seat. The motel lead to nothing special, but it honestly started to feel like they were all starting to run together.
Freddi was completely exhausted, but she was still nervous about falling asleep with others around. She didn't think either brother truly understood, not even Sam, how much she dreaded the stuff going through her head when she went to sleep. Her nerves were seriously messing with her while the boys were getting dressed for bed.
She was resting comfortably on a pillow on Sam's bed. Was Sam and she sharing a bed going to be a regular thing? She didn't know, but she honestly didn't mind. She wasn't going to make a scene about it; she didn't like drama. Freddi's thoughts were racing a mile a minute as Sam instantly fell asleep, right next to her.
"Hey," Dean managed to catch her attention with a higher volume in his voice as if he had said it more than once, standing over her. "Do me a favor and get some sleep tonight. Nothing's gonna happen to you."
It was a stern consideration. With one last look, he slid into his own bed and turned his back to her. She started thinking, 'Dean might be right.'
Somewhere down the line, Sam rolled to his side in his sleep, extremely close to Freddi. He stopped inches away from her, taking away her breath at the close proximity; if he hadn't stopped, then he could have flattened her against his cheek. His dormant face was so relaxed, like his troubles temporarily didn't exist. She was able to truly take notice of how attractive he really was, even if acknowledging that was dangerous territory. She didn't even know how old he was, but she was positive he wasn't that much older than her.
She felt safe though and eventually fell asleep, not caring about the heat of another person radiating against her back. Despite the unfamiliar sensation of support she received, the same scenes filled her slumbering mind. This time, though, she didn't wake up.
She would have started fussing again, but somewhere along the line, she felt a hand covering her physical body. Something in her thoughts knew it was Sam, causing a tiny smile on her face for only a second, despite the horrible sights and smells and sounds going through her brain. There were still mute tears coursing down her unconscious cheeks, but the hand on her abdomen was successful in silencing her fussing. He kept her safe, even in both of their dreams.
Sam realized first thing in the morning that he was holding Freddi. His nightmare hadn't come that night, but that imminent dread from his vision didn't go away. After a couple seconds, the feeling of a tiny warm body beneath his palm successfully distracted him. Sam peeked underneath his hand at her, and then brought her a little closer. He used his index finger to swipe Freddi's messy hair out of her face so he could see her better.
Sam noticed that Freddi's cheeks were red and puffy. Had she been crying again? Why didn't she wake him if she was having trouble? Was it another nightmare? Why did she feel the need to go through it alone? So many questions about it ran through his mind, that he was almost startled when her eyelashes slowly fluttered open.
As Freddi's mind stirred, she grew aware of Sam's minor morning breath blowing against her hair. Her thoughts were bittersweet mixed with surprise and relief; she still watched her village get destroyed again, but the hand that encased her immobile body was reminding Freddi that she wasn't fighting a solo battle anymore. For the first time in fifteen years, she had finally slept completely through the night.
A very faint moan vibrated from her vocal cords as her green eyes eventually opened. Freddi was face to face with a large pair of deep hazel eyes.
"Morning," she muttered, trying to shake away the remaining of her grogginess.
"Morning. Didn't mean to wake you..." Sam immediately mumbled back. He carefully lifted his hand off of her, but he didn't move from his spot. He stayed frozen where he was, looking at her right in the eyes as he asked quietly, "Did you have that dream again?"
There was a glimmer of pain in her eyes as she nodded, looking away for just a second before returning her gaze to his, her expression almost nervous, "I-I did. I'm not sure when they'll stop, and I don't know if I should be relieved or surprised. It was the first night in over a decade that I didn't wake up halfway through the night screaming."
"That's good news," He raised his eyebrows, scanning her up and down. He gave her a small smile, afraid to move much, lest he hurt her leg or just creep her out. He added, "Sorry for staring. I can see you much better like this..."
"Trust me, I've gotten used to staring. I'll always be a freak," Freddi answered, chuckling at his obvious nervousness.
"Oh..." Sam mumbled, wondering what stories could prompt such a reply from her. He mentioned reluctantly, "S-Still, I should...get up."
Freddi rolled her eyes at him, "Sam, you don't have to run everything by me. I'm twenty years old."
Her heart seemed to flutter for a moment as she watched him leave for the restroom. He really was cute, and respectful. She tried really hard to fight back a blush, but that didn't stop an extremely light shade of pink creep along her skin. What was it about Sam that made her heart skip beats?
After a couple moments in thought, she figured it out, causing her stomach to plummet. She breathed out a soft groan and hide her face into her knees as she realized she was going down the rabbit hole of crushing on Sam. She was still stubborn to deny that there could be any positive outcome from these emotions, knowing that there wasn't. Any chances she possibly could have for a future was easily killed away by her past.
'This can't be happening. I don't want it to.'
Freddi was twenty, though Sam was sure she'd told him already. It felt crazy to believe she was so close to his age. He wasn't blind; he could see that Freddi was a kind, intelligent girl. He did treat her like an equal, but he couldn't deny that the size difference did affect things under the surface.
Dean slowly woke up and turned on the radio on an impulse.
"Ugh, freakin' commercials," he grunted, shutting off the radio when no suitable tunes could be found. His eyes looked over at Freddi, noticing the tightness in her position. He frowned at her as he asked, "What's up with you?"
Freddi was nervous about what to say. She didn't want to tell him what was really on her mind, so she covered it up with a half-truth, avoiding Dean's gaze, "I didn't wake up. I had to go through the memories of my village most of the way through."
Hearing that, his lips became a thin line, compassionate for her pain.
"Do you... Do you want to talk about it?" Dean asked hesitantly. He was not the person to be playing psychologist. He had enough issues to sink an ocean liner.
"I-I can't," Freddi quickly shook her head, continuing her facade. "The details are still too graphic."
Plus, he didn't seem the feel-good chick-flick person. She eventually looked up at him, smiling slightly, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
Dean gave her this look that he said he knew full well she was not okay, but he let it go.
"Hey, get dressed," Sam called over to him when he left the bathroom in jeans, his hair wet and push away from his face for once. His little brother was shirtless and Dean didn't miss the tiny girl's blush as he watched her avoiding looking at Sam. There was something there.
"We gotta go see that psychic friend of Dad's about my visions," Sam explained, putting on a blue plaid shirt. Dean was already putting on his jacket and getting his stuff together.
A/N
- Well? There you have it. Nightmares, unaware cuddles, and shirtless blushes…now, that's how you spend a good supernatural morning. Lol… I hope you loved Freddi calling out Dean on his fear of flying as much as I do. Tune in for more. I should upload soon, but it would still be great to see reviews and comments and followers and the whole shabang! Bye! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Coming to you soon…Missouri Mosely!
