Prologue: After seeing a familiar car on the highway, Sammy made the four hunters head to Yellowstone Park, the place where she used to live, and where a black dog was causing children to disappear. After Dean dived into a lake to try and save Sam from drowning, Sammy somehow brought him back to life. Now the four head for Trenton, New Jersey, where old friends of Carli's are suddenly disappearing and turning up dead, and the only one left is an old friend named Aaron. Why on earth are those people suddenly found dead? Do they want Carli? Or is the thing that is causing the deaths wanting something more?
Seeing Double PT.1
Dean sat on the hood of his black '67 Chevy Impala, next to his younger, yet taller brother Sam. The Impala was parked outside a gas station, and the two Winchester brothers seemed to be waiting for Sammy and Carli to return.
"Feeling any better?" Dean asked, as he turned to look at Sam. It had only been the day before that Sam had been knocked out of a two storey window, and into a lake, where he 'supposedly' drowned. Dean had to dive into the lake to rescue his little brother, and he had dragged Sam to the surface after being under for more than five minutes. When Dean had explained to him that Sammy had somehow 'healed' him, Sam found it very hard to believe.
Sam gave a sigh as he looked up to meet his older brother's hazel eyes. "I just don't understand," he stated.
"Understand what? Why we've been sitting here for an hour? If girls could just hold on for the bathroom until we arrive at our destination, then we wouldn't be sitting here waiting for them!" Dean exclaimed, clearly annoyed. Shoving his hands into his leather jacket's pockets, he looked at his brother again.
"It's not that," Sam said quietly, as he pulled something from his hoodie. "Why do you think we met up with Sammy and Carli? Do you think it was a coincidence? Or it just happened to be our destiny?" Not that destiny talk again. It made Dean sigh inwardly.
Dean looked at Sam questionably. "And why do you say that?" he asked, creasing his brows.
Sam handed his older sibling the photo he had obtained in Sammy's old house. He watched as Dean's expression suddenly changed from being annoyed to being... well, it was actually hard to tell what his expression was. "I don't know what to believe anymore," he continued, as Dean turned the photo onto its back. "If Carli knows dad, then there must be a deeper reason as to why she's with us. And that photo. Do you think it's just a coincidence that they just happened to know each other when they were younger and then suddenly meet each other again years later when they've got the same job?"
"Oh, I think there's a deeper meaning to all that," Dean said finally, as he looked up at Sam. "This photo- 1985. That was the year I started school, and dad thought I needed a friend, so I accidentally ran over her with my bike."
Sam didn't understand. What did that have anything to do with what they were talking about? "So... what's your point?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"My point is, I think Carli's the friend I accidentally rode over with my bike," Dean answered, not wanting Sam to look at him like that anymore. "And whenever dad couldn't look after us, he'd send us both to different houses. I remember being there when you met a girl a year younger than you. I remember her mom introducing her to you and dad as Samantha."
"And how am I supposed to remember all this? I was two," Sam said matter-of-factly, before he took the photo back from Dean. How was he supposed to remember that? He had been two years old.
"I remember dad saying that we needed a motherly figure in our lives," Dean continued, as he jumped off the hood of his car, "and that was how we made different friends."
"I'm still confused," said Sam, looking up at Dean, "why would he send us to different places? Do you think he somehow knew- we'd meet them somehow in the future?"
"I can't be sure Sam," Dean stated, as he eyed his younger brother, "but I can't really say anything. Yeah we might've known them, but how can we be sure?" He had a point.
"I do remember something," Sam suddenly said, "something you said to me a couple of years later about that incident. You told me you left a scar on her leg or something, and that for some reason pissed her off."
Dean scratched the back of his head before he gave a sigh, and ran a hand over his face. "I can't exactly remember, but it was something along those lines. I remember you brought up the subject that day because you saw her or something down the street- extremely pissed. But anyway, that's not the point. How well do we actually know those two?"
Sam was about to answer Dean's question, but a different thought popped into his mind. A memory of some sort. "You liked her- I remember! Everytime you saw Carli, you could not stop talking about her, let alone be without her!" he exclaimed, causing Dean to look over at him, giving Sam one of those 'drop-it-or-else looks. "And don't you think it's ironic that you like her now- years later?"
"I don't know what you're on about Sam," Dean replied, avoiding his brother's gaze. After a minute or so, he suddenly gave in to Sam, because he was pulling faces at him. He then ran a hand through his hair, before looking Sam in the eyes. "Okay, so I did like her, but that doesn't mean I like her now. And going back to the original question: how well do we actually know Carli and Sammy?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I know their families died," he said, but that was all he could say because Carli and Sammy had left the gas station, and were walking towards them. "We'll talk about it later," Sam mumbled to his brother, before he smiled at the two girls who approached him and Dean. "Hey..."
Sammy gave a smile. She happened to be eating a bag of hot chips, while Carli was drinking a can of Diet Coke.
"Any money left?" Dean questioned Carli, as he held out his hand.
Carli dropped the remaining cash into Dean's open palm. "So are you two ready to head out?" she asked, glancing over at Sammy.
"Well, we've been waiting about an hour just for you two," said Dean, shoving his hands back into his jacket's pockets.
Carli rolled her eyes and pulled a face at Dean. She really didn't care about what he had to say.
Sammy quickly finished her bag of hot chips before she threw the bag into a bin nearby. "I'm ready to go!" she announced, giving a smile.
Sam smiled at the two girls before he held out his hand to Dean, who reluctantly gave him the keys to the Impala. "Thank you," he said to his older brother, as he walked over to the other side of the car and jumped into the driver's seat.
"I bagged the front!" Carli exclaimed happily, as she immediately opened the front passenger door and jumped into the front next to Sam.
Sammy shrugged her shoulders as she looked at Dean. "I guess I have to sit next to you until we get to Trenton," she said reluctantly, and as she got into the backseat of his car, Dean rolled his eyes. Unfortunately for him, Sam saw it. Dean listened as the roar of his car's engine was heard, and he quickly jumped into the backseat of his Impala next to Sammy.
"If you're gonna be like this, you're never gonna drive my car again!" Dean said angrily, as he shut the door behind him.
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The Impala rolled to a stop outside a single storeyed house in a quiet street. It was still daylight, yet, all the street lamps were glowing. "Is this it?" asked Sam, as he pulled the keys out of the ignition.
Carli nodded her head as the four got out of the car. "So this is the place?" Dean questioned, as he shoved his hands into his pockets and he looked up at the house now standing before him.
Sammy suddenly appeared beside Carli. "Where did you used to live?" she asked quietly, as she, Carli, Sam and Dean crossed the street.
Carli pointed down the street. "You can't really see my house from here," she said, trying to at least catch a glimpse, "because of the bend in the road."
Sammy gave a smile. "I'm sure it was lovely," she stated, as her eyes met Carli's.
The four crossed the front lawn and they eventually ended up on the front porch. Letting out a huge sigh, Carli found the courage to knock on the front door, where they waited patiently for an answer.
"So does this guy really look like Josh Hartnett?" Sammy asked, just as an awkward silence fell between the four of them.
Carli nodded her head again. "He could be his brother for all I know!" she exclaimed, and she immediately placed her hand over her mouth as the door to the house opened. Carli couldn't help but let her jaw drop open. The guy who now stood in the doorway looked exactly like Josh Hartnett, except his hair was much darker.
The guy gave a smirk as he looked at the two girls in front of him. "Nice to see you again Carli," he greeted, "and it's good to see you brought some friends along too."
Carli sheepishly smiled, her eyes never leaving Aaron's. "Aaron, these are my friends- Dean and Sam Winchester, and Sammy Hall," she introduced, causing Aaron to smile.
"Any friends of Carli's are friends of mine too. So would you all like to come inside?" He didn't show any hesitation, and he gestured behind him.
Sammy looked at Carli before she looked back up at Aaron, and she smiled and nodded her head. Aaron stood back and opened the door wide, allowing the four hunters inside his house. "So you did get my email?" Aaron asked, as he led the four through his house and into the loungeroom.
"Yeah I did," Carli replied, as she sat down on one of the sofas in the room. "We're really sorry we took so long to get here though. We sorta- got lost along the way." Lost? Hell no. You couldn't really get lost in America- actually, that was an understatement. Most people didn't travel across the country like them- or as much as they did.
Aaron gave a smile as Dean sat down next to Carli, and Sam sat down next to Sammy on a sofa across from them. "So can I get you anything?" he asked, as he placed his hands together and he eyed Sammy and Carli the longest.
"A beer," Dean said almost straight away, glancing over at Sam before looking up at Aaron, "and one too for my brother."
As soon as Aaron had disappeared into the kitchen and out of earshot, Carli turned to Dean, a little annoyed. "What's your problem?" she asked, wanting an answer.
"What? I only asked for a beer," Dean answered, and receiving a look from Carli, he let out a sigh. "Have you seen the way he looks at you?" he asked, getting to the point. He then glanced over at Sam and Sammy. "And the way he looks at Sammy?"
"Sort of," Sammy stated quietly, "but I don't mind it. He's probably got a girlfriend."
Sam knew there was no point in saying anything, because he knew an argument would erupt between his older brother and their friends. "So you're saying you don't mind him looking at you in 'that' way even though he could be a serial killer?" Dean continued, looking in Sammy's direction before looking back at Carli.
Sam shook his head as he watched his brother begin to argue with Carli. Even though he hated to hear it, it was amusing to watch and see how it unfolded.
"Someone is jealous..." Sammy whispered into Sam's ear, causing Sam to give a weak smile. Sam couldn't help but feel a little jealous himself that Sammy didn't mind being looked at in 'that' way by an old friend of Carli's, who just so happened to look like Josh Hartnett's twin, but it wasn't like he liked her in that way... was it?
Sam gave a smirk as Carli began to go off at Dean. "And why do you think Aaron's a serial killer!?"
"Well, if he was at the scene of the crime, then he's a suspect," Dean continued, sounding as if he was a cop or someone from the FBI. "And besides which, we have every right to be suspicious." Or, he was concerned about Carli and her choice of friends.
Sam gave a laugh as he watched the argument between the two unfold before him and Sammy. "I hope you know we're supposed to be solving those murders," he stated, causing Dean and Carli go quiet and look at him.
Sammy nodded her head in agreement. "And if you two keep arguing like that, then we'll never figure it out."
"How well do you actually know that guy?" Dean asked Carli, ignoring what Sam and Sammy had just said to them.
"A lot more than I know you," Carli retorted, her voice sounding like she was agitated. She then became even more agitated when Dean placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him as Aaron entered the room holding two beers in his hands.
Handing the beers to Sam and Dean, Aaron then sat down on an armchair nearby. "Do you know anything about the deaths?" Sammy questioned quietly, watching Sam open his beer.
"I wasn't there if that's what you mean," Aaron answered, looking in Sammy's direction "I found them all dead on the school campus, all of them with stab wounds."
"And how do you know if this is our sorta thing?" Dean asked, before he took a swig of his beer.
The four watched as Aaron placed a hand into his pocket and he tried to fish something out. Eventually being able to, Aaron pulled a photograph out.
"I took a photo of this when I found them dead," Aaron stated, as he handed the photo to Sam. "I thought it meant something because it was written in blood." He probably got that idea because he'd seen too many horror movies.
Sam looked down at the photo in his hands, with Sammy looking over his shoulder. The photo seemed to be taken of a pool of blood, but sitting next to it, were three words written in blood next to it. JW DW SW
Sam knew exactly what it meant. Someone was after him, Dean and their dad. Knowing that Sammy had seen the photo too, he then handed the photo off to Carli and Dean. "By campus you mean you were all going to college?" he asked Aaron. A place where Sam wished he could go back to. He had to admit, he missed having the normal college life where he had to do homework and assignments. But then again, hunting the supernatural with his older brother and two friends was a very different experience.
Aaron nodded his head. "I quit last year," he began, "Laura and Jack were quitting college sometime this year, and Tara and Brad were going to continue on for another few years."
"Why and when did they quit college?" asked Sammy, as she leaned forward, becoming more interested.
Aaron looked at her oddly before he continued. "Jack and Laura quit college about a week ago."
"And before that- did they say they wanted to quit college?" Sam questioned, now joining in on the conversation.
"I thought it was strange when they said they were gonna quit school," Aaron said, "but you can change your mind, so I wasn't stopping them."
Sam glanced over at Sammy. He knew something wasn't right with the big picture. "What day did they all die? Did it all happen on the same day?"
Aaron shook his head. "It all happened after Laura and Jack announced they were gonna quit college," he said, "and they all disappeared, one by one."
"Okay... and one by one? In any particular order?" Sammy questioned. She was now starting to become a little confused.
"On the Monday it was Brad, then on Tuesday it was Jack, Wednesday it was Laura and then Tara disappeared on Thursday," Aaron clarified, "and their dorms were next to one another, so someone could've heard something."
The room suddenly fell into an awkward silence after Sammy had asked the last question. Dean looked at everyone sitting in the room, before he scratched the back of his head. Maybe it was a good time to leave. He was already beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Well," he began, as he pulled himself to his feet. "We'll get back to you if we figure anything out."
"We'll stay here," Sammy said suddenly, looking over at Carli, "we'll ask Aaron more questions about the murders. Is that okay?" Sammy looked up at Aaron, before she looked up at Sam.
Aaron nodded his head in agreement. That was definitely not what Sam wanted to hear. But, he couldn't tell Sammy where she was allowed to go. "So I guess we'll catch ya later?" Sam asked, as he pulled himself to his feet.
The two girls nodded their heads as the Winchester brothers headed for the door. "Well, I think we'll look around town," Dean stated, giving a smirk. "And if you need us, call."
"We'll be fine," Carli said, giving the brothers a reassuring smile. "Just go out and ask people questions." Absolutely fun.
Dean gave Carli that irresistible smirk of his. "Will do," he said, before he turned to Sam, "let's get moving."
Sam looked at his older brother before they walked away from the loungeroom and out the front door. Closing the door behind them, Sam walked beside his older brother across the lawn and towards the Impala. "Why are we leaving?" he asked, causing Dean to stop walking. They now stood in the middle of the sidewalk, looking at one another. "We don't even know that guy. Yeah Carli might, but he could've changed within an entire year."
"And your point?" asked Dean, looking up at his younger brother. "I'm not going to tell them where to go because I think we can't trust the guy."
Sam shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. "Dean- you said so yourself- this guy could be dangerous. What happens if he murders them or something?"
As soon as Sam pulled the keys from one of his pockets, Dean snatched them away from him, before giving him a small smirk. "They are big girls you know, and big girls can take care of themselves."
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's statement as the two brothers crossed the street and approached the Impala. He knew there was no point in arguing with Dean. He was as stubborn as a bull. "So if we're gonna cruise around town and ask people questions about the murders- who are they gonna be?" Sam asked Dean, as the two got inside the car.
Dean glanced at Sam before he turned his car on. "I'm working on it," he replied.
Sam couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Dude, you're always working on something," he said, as the Impala got out onto the road. He then ran a hand through his hair. "And can we at least call them to make sure they're okay?"
Dean looked at Sam. "At least I am working on something, instead of sitting on my ass all day trying to get laid by some chick," he retorted, ignoring Sam's question and flashing him a cheeky smile.
"You think I'm the one trying to get laid?" Sam asked, forgetting that he ever asked the question himself. He was almost gobsmacked by his brother's statement. As if he could make that allegation about him. Why would Sam want to get laid? He was still trying to get over Jess. "I think you're the one who is trying get laid by Carli."
Dean gave another smirk as he turned on the radio, and placed a cassette tape into it. "Sorry to say, but I can't hear a single thing you just said," he replied, as Black Sabbath began to pour loudly through the speakers of his car.
I think everyone would be able to figure out what this episode's about, and what those three initials meant. Anyway, just to clear a couple of things up, John can't tell the future, and with Carli being in America when she was little, well, her parents used to travel the world just after she was born. Her parents had come in contact with John on a trip over to America, and became good friends with him, hence how Dean and Carli met. Coincidentally, Carli's parents kept coming back to America to visit John and the boys, but stopped just before Carli turned eight years old. And also on those trips, Carli became best friends with Sammy, and well, the rest is history! If you haven't done so already, please R&R!
