Chapter Eight

Revelation

The warmth of the sun caused his eyes to flicker and he turned slowly on his side. Sam's shaggy brown hair was draped across his face as he yawned. His blue T-shirt was wrinkled as he slowly sat up and leaned against the back of the bed.

Where is that damn key…Sam thought. He had searched during the night before going to bed. His father was the cryptic-type person, John Winchester would at least leave some type of message or indication behind that he had been there. Or at least letting his sons know he was okay.

O.O.O.O.O.

Sam, hair and teeth brushed and cleaned, came out of the hallway in fresh clothes – jeans, boots, and a dark blue long-sleeve shirt.

He heard the television on and scented the aroma of hot coffee. The seven foot-three inch male came into the living room area and found Dean standing in front of the television. He was fully dressed too – jeans and a white T-shirt with a blue dress shirt over it.

"G'morning…" Sam yawned.

Dean turned around quickly and ordered, "Sam, look at this…"

Alert of his brother's tension, Sam quickly walked over to his brother's side and both gazed at a news report.

A woman in a blue dress shirt had a microphone inches away from her lips as her large black hair swayed in the cool wind. She continued her story... "The family of the victim is still unsure of how this happened. They reported that their daughter, Carolina Grimes, went out for walks every night. According to the police, Carolina would have walked four miles from her home where she was attacked at the basketball court. Police have identified the body and are still unsure of the cause of death. Unfortunately, Carolina has been the sixth victim found – with no way of telling how they were killed – and found with Egyptian-type writing cut into their skin…"

The report continued and suddenly there was a picture on the screen of the victim – a beautiful young girl with auburn hair.

"She's the sixth victim…right here in Evanston…" Dean murmured slowly.

"Oh my God…" Sam coughed out, completely flabbergasted.

Dean turned to his brother and stared at him oddly. "Sam…Sammy? What is it?"

Sam continued to stare at the picture of Carolina Grimes.

"I saw her…" Sam whispered. Dean had to turn down the T.V. just to hear him. "I saw her…and I saw the basketball court…I saw her…"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean demanded.

"My dream…the nightmare I had last night…it was of her…Carolina Grimes…I saw her die at the basketball court…and I saw who killed her…this guy…and he carved something into her chest…this tree-lookin' thing…and when he was done…he suddenly turned around and started choking me…that's when I woke up…"

"Wait a minute…" Dean thought slowly. "You dreamt this…you…had a vision?"

There was no word to describe the way Dean looked. He was confused and shocked and surprised and Dean himself couldn't explain how he was feeling.

"Dean," Sam said quickly, "remember the Bloody Mary thing…the secret I had…"

"The one that was supposedly the cause of someone's death…" Dean remembered. He was angry at the memory that his brother almost died – by bleeding through the eyes – because of this secret that Sam refused to share.

Until now.

Sam stared directly at his brother, explaining further, "You know how I had dreams of Jessica's death after she died…"

Dean nodded sadly.

He took in a deep breath and Sam said softly, "I had those dreams before she died too…"

O.O.O.O.O.

The T.V. had been turned off.

Dean was sitting down on the couch in silence. He rubbed his head and then leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

Sam was sitting quietly on the opposite seat.

"How long?" Dean asked plainly.

"I had the dreams a couple of weeks before she died…I thought they were just paranoia…well…ever since then…my feelings about things…they've been a lot stronger…and more perceptive…"

"And you dreamt about the sixth victim…" Dean whispered.

Sam nodded. "Dean…I'm not sure what's happening to me…and I'm actually pretty terrified…but I know it was too late to save Carolina Grimes…but I think we can save the others…if there are others…I'm just not sure how to work this…"

"There are some powerful psychics in this world…I know Dad had a friend back home in Kansas who was pretty into the whole ESP thing…" Dean explained. "And all I know…is that it takes time to work these powers…"

Both brothers continued to sit in silence.

There was a sudden knocking at the door. Both turned and Dean was the one to stand and walked toward the door.

How could he not tell me…Dean thought angrily as he opened the door.

A man, somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties, stood outside the open door with a bouquet of white lilies. He had short brown hair and large blue eyes; he wore jeans and a black coat.

"Yes?" Dean asked. But he already knew who it was.

"Oh, hi, I'm Michael…where's Amy?"

As if on cue, Amy – still in her pajamas – came running out of the hallway and toward the foray.

"Michael!" she exclaimed happily. Her hair was tied into a long ponytail as she walked by Dean and toward Michael.

She hugged Michael shortly and the two whispered something to each other outside the apartment.

Dean moved out of the way and came back into the living room.

Amy escorted Michael inside by the arm – her bouquet of flowers found in her grip.

"Michael…I'd like to introduce you to some old friends…" Amy explained.

Dean and Sam stood side by side – Sam smiling and Dean with a smug look on his face.

"This is Sam…and Dean…guys, this is Michael…" Amy said softly. She turned to Michael and explained, "Michael, these are John's sons…"

"Oh, John…" Michael smiled, "you're the Winchester boys, eh? Your dad talked a lot about you…"

Sam reached his hand out and shook hands with him. "Eh, thanks. It's nice to meet you Michael."

"Likewise," Michael responded cheerfully. He was a good-looking guy and immediately kind-hearted. "Amy has told me a lot about you, Sam. From what I hear you want to be a lawyer, correct?"

"Well…" Sam admitted slowly. "I'm looking into some other things at the moment."

Michael nodded and turned to Dean. "And you're the older brother. It's good to meet you."

Dean nodded and smiled. "So, Mike, you're a doctor huh?"

"Yep, I'm a pediatrician," Michael explained.

There's no way I can hate this guy…Dean thought.

O.O.O.O.O.

Sam and Michael were sitting opposite each other back in the living room. Sam's laughter was heard from the couch as Amy and Dean worked busily in the kitchen to get four cups of coffee ready.

"How the hell did you do this?" Amy laughed in a hushed whisper.

"I make coffee my way – you make coffee your way…" Dean grinned.

She returned the smile and went back to getting four large black coffee cups from the cupboard.

Dean pressed a button on the white coffee maker and found it was all done now.

"So…" Dean crooned. "Michael seems like a nice guy."

Sam and Michael were both heard laughing in the other room.

Amy, smiling, put the black cups on a white tray and turned to Dean with a sly grin. "If I didn't know any better…I'd say I detect a slight jealous tone from you, Dean…"

Dean turned slightly to Amy and gave her a quick wink.

"You're still the same Dean Winchester..." Amy mumbled.

"That a good thing?"

She looked up at him closely and turned back to poor the coffee into the cups. When she was done Amy looked up and took the tray into her hands. "It is…but I can definitely see an improvement."

Dean, being the person he was, leaned down closely to Amy's face – so close Amy could smell the clean scent of Dean's blue collar – and he took the tray from her hands and left the kitchen.

O.O.O.O.O.

Amy sat closely beside Michael while Dean was near Sam's area. They were seated around the black center table.

Michael took a sip of his coffee and looked up at the guys.

"So, what do you have planned today?"

Sam rested his cup back on the table and rubbed his hands together.

"I understand you're in the detective business…" Michael asked, looking at Amy for verification. She nodded.

"Oh…we're sort of just starting out…background research mostly…" Sam explained.

"You're working on those murders…aren't you…" Amy said suddenly. Her voice was quiet and it sounded as if she didn't even mean to blurt it out. She looked up, receiving an odd glance from Michael and an almost-surprised expression from both Winchester brothers. "I just mean…yesterday…you were asking those questions with Professor Saton…those women…five, right?...the ones who are found dead…no trace of how they died…and the Egyptian markings…"

Michael looked up and shook his head sadly.

Dean was looking awkwardly from Amy to Sam.

"Yeah," Sam blurted out. "We…are…umm…I think that's why our father was here…investigating…but I guess he got a new case or something so we're here…like I said…we're just investigating background info mostly…"

"My my…quite a profession…" Michael noted.

Dean hated the feeling knowing Amy suddenly guessed what they were up to. She was a smart girl, Dean knew this.

"We can't give details about the investigation…" Dean explained last.

"I understand," Michael responded. Amy was silent. Turning to Dean and Sam, Michael said, "I think there was another attack…last night…wasn't there?"

"There was-" Amy started.

"Yeah, it was on the news this morning…" Dean mumbled. He turned to look at Sam. There were still no words he could put together to explain how he felt about his brother's visions.

Sam felt the powerful gaze from his brother – he kept his focus on Michael and Amy.

O.O.O.O.O.

"Sorry I have to run…" Michael explained. Amy walked him to the door while Dean and Sam entered the foray with them.

"We should all get together," Michael offered cheerfully. He turned to Amy and rested his hands on her bare arms. "I have clinic duty all day…but I'll come by and take you out to dinner…be ready at eight…?"

Amy nodded. She smiled slowly and Michael leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. It was a gesture that made Sam smile and Dean look away.

"I'll see you later…" Amy whispered. She opened the door and as Michael waved farewell she closed the door.

Amy slowly turned to Sam and Dean and placed a hand on her stomach.

She looked ill.

"Amy, are you alright…?" Sam asked.

Her soft brown eyes looked up at her friends and Amy asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were investigating the murders in Chicago…where the women are found with Egyptian writing in their skin…"

Dean looked at Sam and turned back to Amy. "We didn't want you knowing because…well..."

"It's just we wanted to keep our visit and our work separate," Sam explained gently. He smiled at Amy weakly.

She nodded slowly and put both hands on her hips. She thought for a moment.

"So…another person was killed…" Amy said slowly.

Dean nodded slowly. "Yeah. She was found at a basketball court about four miles from her home…Sam…I think you should visit the first victim's family today and Carolina Grimes' family…"

Sam nodded in agreement and looked at Amy. Her eyes were wide open and her hand was trembling by her mouth.

"Amy-" Sam started as he took a step forward to her.

"No no…" she whispered quickly. She fought back tears – Sam and Dean noticed – and she quickly put on a brave face and said, "I umm…I'm going to go take a shower…good way to start the morning…"

She ran past them. Dean tried to grab for her arm but he missed. Both brothers watched as she walked quickly into the hallway and closed the door to her bedroom.

Amy, inside her bedroom, but a hand over her mouth to cover the loud sob that escaped her lips. She leaned against the door and slid down to the floor.

Basketball court…Amy thought.

Oh my God…Amy thought. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. Their dad was right…John was right…oh God…oh God…oh God…

O.O.O.O.O.

A/N: Sorry about the slow updates. Been busy. I'll definitely update a lot more this week. Hope everyone is enjoying. THANKS TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS: -CrAZyXXbEAuTIfUL-…Day Dreamer…sara…Lindsay…Saynt Jimmy…Ghostwriter…SupernaturalGurl…Tickin' Time bomb…ChaiGrl…Christie…PadFootCc…dancing in the rain…Elena…lee tea…Janiqua…Hanyou-demoness…Nate and Jake…I Heart Dean… You have all been great reviewers and thanks for the positive feedback!

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