The siblings are getting close. A couple more chapters and they'll be reunited with John. Thank you very much for taking this trip with me.
Chapter 27
The three Winchesters slowly moved out of the suburbs of town before heading straight for their hotel. Sam glanced over at Dean who looked confused about this case as much as he was. "So what did you find out?" Sam asked seeing as Dean had separated from them and went off on his own.
"I found out by a neighbor that Jim and Alice moved into that house about five years ago." Dean stated turning a corner towards the hotel. "Then I talked to Alice and talked about her old house and she told me that nothing was going on there."
"You think she might be lying?" Sam asked glancing over his shoulder to see that his sister was deep in thought about something.
"I don't know, but I'd like to find out more about the family's home to know for sure." Dean said as they pulled into the parking lot. "Man I can go for a drink." He mumbled pulling back into his parking stall.
"I suggest you change first." Sam mentioned before opening his door. He watched as Dean gave him a sideways glance before all three of them walked inside the hotel. Dean quickly grabbed his duffel bag and headed straight for bathroom. "You doing alright?" Sam asked seeing as Christina slowly was taking off her shoes and nylons but still in a massive train of thought.
"Yeah..." Christina said slowly rubbing her head. "Just got a headache from this stupid thing." She said tossing the head cover onto the table. "I hope none of you two suggest I go into a nunnery." She said grabbing her pants from her backpack and stepping inside while still wearing her skirt. "I don't think I'd last all that long." As soon as she had her pants on, she pulled down her skirt and tossed it onto her backpack.
Dean walked into the room happy to be wearing his regular street clothes instead of the stuffy black ones. "Anyone else care for a drink?" Dean asked tossing his priest clothes onto his bed.
"I think I'll be okay." Christina said sitting down and opening Sam's laptop. "I am getting hungry though."
"Food and drink coming up." Dean said grabbing his keys and headed out the door.
"You going to be alright there, Sam?" Christina asked as she waited for the internet to warm up.
"I'll be fine." Sam said standing up and headed for the bathroom to change. "What are you doing?"
"I heard you two talking about the Miller Family's land. I'm going to hack into the city building codes and see if I can find anything that could explain what had happened." Her fingers danced over the keyboard. "You still okay, with me on your laptop?" She asked shooting Sam a look while her fingers kept typing on the letters.
"It's fine." Sam said looking into their Dad's journal and thought he saw her flinch slightly as he looked through it. "What got you all jumpy?" He asked seeing her quickly look at the computer as if she had momentarily forgot what she was doing.
"Nothing." She said all far to quickly then Sam would have liked it. "I just thought I saw something in your face." She said trying to cover up her first fast answer.
"What's troubling you?" Sam asked his eyes softer then before all this had started.
"This case." She said trying to keep her eyes from looking back over at her brother. "It's pretty cool to know you're psychic and all. I doubt it's fun seeing the people suffer though." She said not looking over at her brother. "So how long has these abilities been happening?"
"Since I turned twenty two." Sam said unsure if his sister was telling him the truth. "You remember Scott Davis from our afternoon class?" Sam asked trying to get her to look at him.
Christina nodded but refused to look at him. "What about him?"
"I saw him getting hit by a car just outside of the pizza joint we'd go to." Sam said his voice shaking slightly. "That was three days before it actually happened. Same car and everything."
Christina slowly turned and looked at him before looking back at the computer screen. "I remember that, you made Jess and I to go there that night and called the cops. That saved his life if I remember."
"That's not the point." Sam said shaking his head. "The point is I saw it happen. Then there was Jess being killed..." Sam's voice softened as he as he fought with his voice starting to crack. "I passed it off as a bad dream but then..."
"Sam, I'm sorry to have brought it up." Christina said quickly knowing the fate that had befallen her friend. "Why don't you go and get changed. You would probably feel better once you're out of that outfit."
Sam nodded slowly before grabbing his bag and heading for the bathroom. He could see his sister was starting to sit up straighter then usual as if something were to happen if she didn't. But he knew he needed to get out of the clothes. They seemed to be messing around with him and he needed to get more comfortable.
~DSCWIN~
When Dean came back forty five minutes later all three of them were lounging in their room unsure of what to do next. Sam refused to let them leave as he still felt they were needed there.
"Was there anything in the plans?" Dean asked Christina as she had mentioned she had gone on the building zone website.
"Nothing that would explain Sam's dreams or Jim Miller's death." She said grabbing her half filled bottle of beer and slowly began to swig it. "There's nothing on anything supernatural around here so I think Sam just had a coincidence of a dream." There was something in her voice that didn't quite agree with her own statement.
"It wasn't a coincidence." Sam said starting to feel something tingling in the back of his head. "I saw his death. I saw everything but what did it to him." Pain was slowly spreading across Sam's face as he kept trying to remember what had happened with Jim Miller the night before. "Something trapped him inside his own car and kept him there. Whatever killed him...gah...was playing with him..." He let out a hiss as he felt as if his brain would split apart.
In a flash of white light, for Sam, Frank Miller was coming home from most likely his sister in law's place only having to stop at the grocery store. The brown bag was tight against him as he walked into his apartment and began to place everything into their proper place. His kitchen window was opened and Frank let out a grumble, as if he had told the supervisor to fix it, and was annoyed when it hadn't. Frank grumbling walked up to the window and slid the window closed and locked it up. He turned around not seeing as the lock slowly spun unlocked and the window shut up startling Frank. He slowly advanced the window and tried to pull it down not having any luck as it was stuck in the up position. He slowly lay down on the window sill grabbing hold of the bottom of the window to try and ease it out of it's stickyness. The window wouldn't budge for a few minutes before the window broke loose and landed heavily on Frank's neck decapitating him causing blood to spray on the window.
Sam blinked past the pain and saw Dean kneeling beside him gently holding onto his arm the look of worry in his eyes. Sam tried to push Dean away but he was like an unmovable force at times when he was hurt. "I saw Frank." Sam said quickly seeing if telling him the truth would help with Dean. "He's getting killed next."
~DSCWIN~
The Impala slowed to a stop outside some apartments a few miles away from where the Millers lived. Sam looked around and felt his heart leap out of his chest when he saw that Frank was still alive. He slugged Dean's arm and quickly got of the car. He could hear two more doors opening and closing as he strode towards Frank who was pulling out bags of groceries just like Sam had seen.
"Frank Miller?" He called rushing up to the man making him jump.
"What are you guys the missionary type?" Frank asked seeing all three of them in regular street clothes but had recognized their faces from the gathering earlier that day.
"Frank you're in danger." Dean said his voice more forceful then expected.
Frank's face slowly moved from all three of them. He could see none of them smiling or thinking this was a sick joke. Each one of them had a serious tone to their face. "Who's going to kill me, huh?"
"No, it's not like that sir." Christina said her voice soft and trying to be reasonable. "We all think there's something evil inside that might wish to cause you harm."
Sam turned and looked at his sister her eyes wide as if she was trying to hypnotize the man with her large hazel eyes. He slowly turned and saw Frank shake his head before continuing his trip inside. "Frank you go in there, you're going to die." Sam said his voice harsh and serious making Frank momentarily scared.
"Are you threatening me?" Frank asked backing up to the door afraid of what Sam, Dean and Christina were capable of doing to him. "Leave me alone." He screamed suddenly running into the house and closing the door behind him.
Sam tried to open the door and found it was a sophisticated lock where the visitors would have to be buzzed in by a tenet. Sam looked scared and desperate as he tried to look for a way to save Frank. "Back of he Apartment. He's on the third floor." Sam said remembering what his vision had seen.
Dean nodded and lead the two back towards a small iron gate struggling to open it before he kicked it open. The three quickly climbed the fire escape when the sound of a window closing made them all freeze. Dean turned to look at Sam before slowly walking the remaining of the way. He stood at the top of the fire escape the back of his hand covering his mouth his green eyes looking greener.
"Dean, we..." Sam stopped when he saw what Dean had seen. Frank's head was in the planter as he had seen in his vision and he felt weak and sick. "Christy don't come up here." He said quickly trying his hardest to blink away the spots that he was starting to see in his eyes.
"Christy take this and start wiping down the rails leading up here." Dean said talking out his handkerchief and tossed it downwards.
Sam turned his head and saw Christina slowly began to do what Dean had told her to do but she had the look of confusion on her face as she slowly walked backwards making sure to get both sides of the railing. He turned to see that Dean was quietly sneaking into Frank's apartment clearly wanting to see what was causing these deaths. Sam leaned and rubbed the railing to make sure he got rid of all the finger prints if someone were to come investigate Frank's death. He saw Dean slowly walk around in the apartment, careful not to touch anything but turned to find Christina at the bottom keeping a look out for anyone who might be coming to investigate.
~DSCWIN~
Back at the hotel, Sam trembled in his bed unsure as to why he couldn't seem to stop any of his visions. Both Jim Miller and his brother Frank were dead both dying in the same way as in his visions. He could see Dean getting ready to come over and try and get some answers but Sam didn't want to give them out, Dean didn't get to know the thoughts that were mumbling inside his head.
"Tomorrow, I'll stay here and see what else I could find about Max and Angela." Christina said looking a little pale by what had happened even though she didn't see the remains of Frank.
"Sounds like a good idea." Dean said looking over at Sam who was trembling but taking off his shirt and shoes. "I think we all need to go to bed." Dean said slowly pulling the blanket over Sam's shoulders.
Sam didn't fight back, even though he was almost twenty three. His mind still replaying the deaths of both Jim and Frank Miller after each other as if trying to see if he missed something.
