Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 4-
They walked back into the house.
"Okay," Dean said, "Julie, start packing. We'll stay the night."
"It won't like that," Sam said.
"Too bad."
"But we can't get in without her."
"I'm not staying here alone," Julie said.
"I wouldn't dream of letting you stay here alone," Dean said. They looked at each other's eyes, holding a glance for a second.
"We'll stay with you," Sam said, "Julie, come with us while we get our stuff."
They walked out of the house, got their stuff and came back inside. When they walked in this time, the 'thing' tried to repel them using more energy, yet not enough. They came inside.
"I'll show you the guest room," Julie said, leading them upstairs.
Sam put their stuff on one of the two twin beds in a humble little blue room.
"Let's get to work," Sam said.
The three worked for an hour, making the purifying bags that Missouri showed them back home and putting salt around the three beds they'd be using.
"It's getting late," Julie said when they finished putting salt around Julie's bed.
"Yeah. I'm going to get ready for bed," Sam said as he walked out of the room.
Once Sam left the bedroom, Dean and Julie stared at each other for an awkward second.
"I'll let you get ready for bed," Dean said.
Julie nodded. Dean walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. He leaned against the door for a minute. He was about to walk down the hall when he heard crying.
"Damn it," Dean thought.
"Julie, you ok?" he said through the closed door.
The crying stopped.
"Yeah. I'm fine," Julie said.
"Is that thing bothering you?"
"No"
The crying started again.
He opened the door slowly, to see Julie sitting on the edge of her bed, head in hands crying.
"Julie," he said as he walked over to comfort her.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
"It's all wrong. It won't stop."
"What won't?"
"I can't go to sleep, Dean. I get dreams."
"Fuck," Dean thought.
"Dreams of what," he said, trying not to act worried.
"Everything. Deaths, my son, you."
"Me?"
"Yeah. It is always the same with you. You're trying to help me. Then I hear someone crying, saying 'I'll kill you'. I don't know what it means. Dean it hurts. I feel the pain in my dreams."
"Julie," he said as he lifted her head with his hand. Their eyes locked.
"It's ok," he began, "I'll keep you safe."
"But how? You're down the hall, if that thing got me..."
"I'll stay right here."
They looked at each other for a minute. Their faces slowly came towards each other. Their lips gently brushed.
They heard a scream.