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Chapter Four – First Night

"I arrived just yesterday for this conference…I go back to Illinois December 28…I sort of have to be here…I'm kinda on suspension…I've missed one-too-many days…" Amy explained slowly.

"You've missed days?" Sam asked while driving.

Amy sat in the middle and Dean was in the passenger seat.

"Ever since you guys left…obviously, things were very different about me…I took a couple of days off work to meet with people who claimed to be psychics. I wanted to talk to them. Learn more about that part of the world that I used to think was imaginary. Well, I only met two real psychics…a really old woman and a young boy. Interesting characters. But…the dean of Northwestern didn't like the number of my absences from class…so, to make them up and not lose my job, I have to attend this conference and complete about ten hours of conference attendance…"

"And how much have you done so far?" Sam asked.

"Three-and-a-half," Amy admitted slowly. "But it's okay…six-and-a-half more to go. But anyway, lets talk about why we're all here-"

"Yes, that sounds a bit interesting," Dean noted.

"Well," Amy gulped, "when I got the sheet in the mail about different conference locations…there were about six different ones to choose from…I was actually really excited to see New York…Christmas in New York, that would be amazing…but then I saw Wendy Falls, North Carolina…and I…I can't explain it…

"I just felt something…like I had to go there…and I knew this had to be my psychic senses telling me something…so, I decided to come here…and on the plane…I used my laptop and checked out recent newspaper articles…and there was one that really stuck out to me…

"Five days ago, two teens-a boy and a girl-were at a local park…the two teens walk into the woods…and this wolf attacked a boy…

"But here's the thing I find odd…the wolf only targeted the boy-"

"That's what you found odd?" Dean asked oddly. "A wolf attack on the boy? Amy, we read the articles…nothing strange-"

"And…" Amy added annoyingly. "The teenage girl apparently hit the wolf with a branch and it backed away…so now…here's the thing that perked up my spidey senses…in one of the articles…one of the teenagers who came to the teens after the boy was attacked…he claimed that the teen girl said something about the wolf talking to her…"

"Talking wolf?" Sam questioned slowly, pondering this to himself.

"I know…she might have just been traumatized…I thought this over…but this feeling I keep having, I can't ignore it…something odd and supernatural and Winchester-like is happening…"

"A talking animal…" Dean repeated. "I can't even think of possible cases."

"How's the boy?" Sam asked.

Amy thought for a moment said, "According to police reports and local newsletters, the boy, his name's Philip O'Conner, he's still in the hospital…he had over two hundred stitches…his girlfriend, Lorraine Walsh, from what I've heard she's fine…"

"We'll read up more on this," Dean explained, his voice directed at Sam, "and maybe we'll visit the kid at the hospital tomorrow."

"Hey," Amy protested. "You do realize I'm tagging along?"

"Umm, no," Dean laughed. "You do remember last time…where you died-"

"I partially died!" Amy corrected. "And I'm a pretty good psychic so I can be of help-"

"What are you going to do?" Dean mocked. "Predict what the wolf is feeling before it eats you-"

"Watch it Winchester-"

"Ooooh, Cromwell, you're making me nervous-"

"You little-"

"HEY!" Sam yelled, laughing.

Amy and Dean quickly looked straight ahead.

"Man," Sam sighed, still laughing, "you guys are like an old married couple. Dean…Amy is going to tag along…Amy…you do realize we want you to be safe so you probably won't be tagging along completely when-"

"Hey-" Amy and Dean protested.

"Sshhh," Sam ordered.

Immediately, Amy and Dean remained silent.

O.O.O.O.O.

They were walking on the third floor toward Amy's hotel room door. She swiped her card key against the detector and the trio waited for the green light to flash on. Once it did, the three entered her room.

It was the exact same on as the boys'. The conjoining door was to Amy's left and she walked over and unlocked the door and then opened it.

Dean and Sam were able to see into their room but they relaxed in Amy's.

The Christmas tree lights were on and it was nicely decorated with red, greed, gold and metallic ornament-balls, silver tinsel, and at the end of the Christmas tree were fake icicles.

Amy took off her jacket to reveal a bare back. She wore a long sleeve shirt that was baby blue; it had a high neckline and Sam and Dean were able to see the center of her smooth and slender back.

Sam's eyes were suddenly focusing on the table where Amy's laptop sat. There was a large pile of arts books and beside that was another large pile of books.

While Dean still couldn't help but keep his eyes on Amy, Sam reached by the table and picked up several of the books.

"'Psychics'... 'The Paranormal'… 'Strange Occurrences'… 'Life As We Thought We Knew It'… 'Psychics for Dummies'?" Sam laughed.

Amy rolled her eyes and walked over to Sam. "They're quite educational. A lot of them have direct articles by people who have claimed to see things."

"Oh, wait, I know who you're talking about…those people with the white coats…and their arms are tied behind their backs…oh yeah," Dean joked, making himself comfortable in Amy's bed.

Amy eyed the couch that was sitting perfectly beside the bed. Dean didn't seem to care.

"What?" Amy asked. "None of these books have real information in them?"

"You'd be surprised how rare it is to find published books of the real thing," Sam explained softly. He slowly went to the conjoining doors and went into his and Dean's hotel room.

"Comfy?" Amy asked Dean.

Suddenly, Amy reached down and pulled at Dean's ear.

He squirmed and jumped up slightly. Amy rolled off of him and stood by the side of the bed.

"Goodness Dean, we unite again for barely an hour and already you're acting like a child…" Amy laughed, her fingers still pressed tightly on his earlobe.

Dean, squinting at the slightly pain, suddenly reached up and his hand wrapped quickly around Amy's wrist.

He pulled her arm down and was quickly on his feet. Amy's arm was around her back and Dean held a tight grip on her. His other around wrapped below her neck and grabbed her shoulder.

"Well, lets see, the tables have turned," Dean grinned, keeping Amy in his lock.

Amy, smiling to herself, swiftly dropped to the floor, escaping Dean's grasp. She quickly swung her leg beneath him and he fell to the floor. The young woman quickly got on top of him again, her hands pressed tightly against his wrists on the carpet.

"I probably should have told you too…I started retaking karate," Amy smiled.

Sam came back into the room, wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He ran his hand through his hair as he came back into Amy's hotel.

"Umm," Sam eyed the two on the floor, "is this a training session?"

"Yep," Amy nodded, "Dean is getting his ass kicked by a girl."

She was suddenly pushed back and Dean had jumped up, grabbing Amy's waist.

The two, both on their feet, looked at each other in an annoyed way.

"Wow, this is just like old times," Sam mocked. "You two wrestling and fighting…next…we'll have throwing and punching…should I grab popcorn?"

Amy, narrowing her eyes at Dean, pointed to the conjoining doors and ordered, "Go to bed. You both are tired. So am I. We'll figure this stuff out in the morning."

"Goodnight Aimes," Sam yawned.

"'Night Sam," Amy smiled. Her eyes met Dean and she repeated, "Good night Dean."

Dean, giving Amy that smile, cocked his head at her and said, "You just couldn't wait to get on top of me-"

"Bed – now," Amy commanded.

He smiled as he walked away and slapped Sam on the shoulder as he went into their room.

Sam, still staring at Amy, smiled and said, "Just like old times."

"With a twist," Amy finished.

The two smiled at one another and Sam left to go into his room.

O.O.O.O.O.

Amy slept in bed quietly. The lights of the room were completely off. The only light was given off by the moon that was able to sneak through a small opening of the curtain.

Her hair covered her cheek as Amy's chest rose and fell slowly.

O.O.O.O.O.

Dean slept above the covers, shirtless, wearing gray sweats. His head was deep into the white pillows and he slept quietly.

Sam moved for a moment underneath his comforter and his sleeping eyes awoke. He was also shirtless and wore black pajama pants.

He breathed deeply. He took a deep breath.

Jessica…

Sam sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. His hand rested on his hard abs for a moment. The young man continued to take in deep breaths.

Dammit…

Sam was restless. He shot up in bed quickly and got up to his feet.

He walked quietly across the room towards the bathroom. His eyes peeked in for a moment to find Amy sleeping in the darkness.

The bathroom light flickered on and Sam quietly closed the door. His eyes adjusted to the light for a moment and he squinted at his reflection in the large mirror.

A glass shower, a large oval bath, marble sinks and a great mirror were decorated nicely within the bathroom.

Sam turned on the faucet and allowed the cold water to run through his fingers. He slapped his face with the freezing liquid; droplets slowly fell onto his chest.

He bent down to splash his face and neck again. It felt like his heart was racing.

Sam grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned off the sides of his face. He stood up straight and stared back into the mirror.

His soft brown eyes grew wide and Sam took a step back.

Jessica, her silvery nightgown drenched in blood, stared at him through the mirror.

"Sam…" her ghostly voice echoed through the bathroom.

"Jess…" Sam whimpered. "Oh God…"

He had never imagined her like this. He could see the blood rolling down her arms and from her eyes. Her lips, which were usually a beautiful shade of red, were now colored by the thick, red substance.

"Why did you let this happen…" she whispered. "Why? Sam…I loved you…I wanted to marry you…I wanted to have kids with you…"

It was hard enough getting over her grotesque appearance. Sam was about to be sick. Her words pierced his heart and Sam wanted to just scream and yell.

"I'm so sorry…" he muttered. "Jess, baby, please…"

"How could you let this happen to me…" she begged.

Suddenly, the image of Jessica in the mirror busted through the glass. For a moment, Sam could actually feel her moist fingertips around his neck.

He took several steps back, losing the ghost's grip, and he tripped and fell into the large tub.

Dean suddenly came into the bathroom, his hand tightly around the doorknob.

"Sam?" Dean exclaimed.

He saw his brother in the tub, staring wildly into the bathroom mirror.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, coming to his brother's aid.

He came to the tub and reached for Sam, whose back was slumped against the white marble.

Dean helped Sam get to his feet.

He was shaking terribly. Sam closed his eyes and continued to shake. Dean, his eyes wide in concern, helped Sam exit the bathroom.

O.O.O.O.O.

Dean helped Sam onto one of the beds and turned on one of the lamp lights.

Amy was now in the room as well, dressed in blue pajama pants and a gray tank top.

Her short hair was tangled around her face.

"What happened?" Amy asked worriedly, coming to Sam's side.

He sat at the edge with his hand over his bare chest.

"Sam?" Amy asked slowly. She sat beside him and felt his arm.

"He's freezing," Amy noted. She turned to Dean and ordered, "Get a fire going."

Dean went to the fireplace, arranged the logs, turned the small bronze switch beside it and suddenly a fire was blazing before them.

Amy grabbed a complimentary hotel blanket from one of the chairs and quickly threw it around Sam's shoulders.

She knelt down beside him and took his hands into hers. "Sam? Listen to me…what happened…tell me what happened…"

Sam didn't respond. He buried his face into his hands roughly.

She turned to Dean and Amy asked, "What happened?"

Dean shrugged and placed a hand on his hip. "I heard something and I went into the bathroom…he had fallen in…"

Amy turned back to Sam. His face was still covered by his trembling hands.

Her hand slowly reached upward and Amy's hand rested gently on Sam's head. Her other hand went up as well and rested on his cold shoulder.

She took a deep breath and plainly stared at Sam for a moment.

Amy said nothing to him.

Dean watched as Amy continued to touch Sam's head and shoulder.

"Sam…" Amy whispered gently. "You had a bad nightmare…or was it a vision…"

Sam slowly looked down at Amy, removing his hands.

"I…I d-don't know…" Sam whispered. "I saw Jessica…she…I think she attacked me…I felt her hands on my throat…she blamed me for her death…"

"No, Sam," Amy whispered comfortingly, "Jessica is not haunting you, do you understand that? Remember what I told you before? Jessica is here to take care of you, not harm you."

"I don't understand, Amy," Sam muttered.

"I'll explain it to you one day," Amy admitted guiltily. "Sam, please…you really need to focus and breathe…it was probably a bad nightmare. I think you're feeling guilty…especially around Christmas…it's okay, Sam…"

"No," Sam snapped, "it's something else…I…I got a weird vibe…"

Dean explained, "Sam gets a lot of those. He's only had one decent vision since we last saw each other…"

Amy looked at each brother and gazed at Sam sadly.

"Sam…you need to relax. Go to bed…rest a bit…and try to sleep…okay? I guarantee you this isn't Jessica…it's just guilt…okay?"

He nodded weakly. Sam sighed and looked toward the ceiling.

Amy stood up and touched Sam's face. "It's okay, kiddo. I promise."

O.O.O.O.O.

Dean walked Amy to her bed. The two sat down next to each other.

"What just happened back there?" Dean asked, his voice toned down to a whisper.

"I don't know," Amy replied. "Whatever it was…nightmare or not…it scared Sam pretty bad. It's not Jessica…it's probably all in Sam's head…"

"What if it isn't?" Dean questioned. "Sam used to have nightmares about her death…this is different…Sam got over that a while ago…he accepted it…he doesn't blame himself…"

"People handle death in strange ways…" Amy fought back, still whispering. "Whatever this is…I feel like only Sam can figure it out."

Dean turned and gazed at the conjoining doors.

"It's the first night here…and already I'm worried about Sammy."

"Dean…" Amy tried gently. "I know you want to protect him…but I really do feel like Sam has to figure this out on his own."

He didn't seem to accept that fact. Dean rubbed his forehead for a moment and sighed.

Amy slowly reached up and touched his arm. She stroked it gently and gave him a small smile.

"We're never going to have a normal day, are we?" Amy whispered.

Dean reached up and touched Amy's hand on his arm. He held her hand in his grasp and gently stroked her fingers.

"Normal or not, just so you know…I'm really glad you're here…" Dean admitted. "I know it's been a bit over a month…not a long time really…but I'm glad we're all back together."

"Going after the Big Bad is always fun…it can be a new tradition of ours," Amy grinned.

Dean smiled back. "Yeah…but just being here is good too…"

O.O.O.O.O.

A/N: I know it's starting off a bit slow…the plot hasn't really been revealed yet. I just want to add more background for the characters. Trust me, you'll get your action-supernatural-packed story.

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P.S. I apologize for any errors of the sort…I'm about to go somewhere and I wanted to update at least one more chapter today…