I dreamt of you the other night...
Cassandra Sunn

Story Rating: PG-13 for incest, homosexuality, and language.

Chapter Rating: PG for language and homosexual talk.

Genre: Romance

Summery: Dean and Sam have a new case in Redlands, CA. While there, Sam starts having strange dreams that seem to be more than that. Could the be images of the past? Rating for later chapters. DeanSam. One-sided OCSam.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own Redlands Daily Facts. And, just to be on the safe side, I don't own Redlands, California, St. Nazaire, or France. I do own Monique Couste, Jean-Pierre Charpontier, Francois Capet, and their families, also Aaron McDonald, and all the dead people. No stealing! growls at evil people stealers

Warnings: WARNING! There is slash in this story! And not just any slash. Incest slash. If that ain't your particular cup of tea, go away. Incesty tea is all I have... I'm still going to get flamed for this...

Mindless Dribble: I hate plotbunnies!

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Chapter Two: Meeting Aaron
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Dean knocked on the door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," a voice called. The door opened slightly.

"Aaron McDonald?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Aaron answered.

"My name is Detective White. This is my partner, Detective Day. I understand your roommate was Richard Hunt?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, we're looking into the recent deaths and we'd like to ask you a few questions, if we may."

"Of course," Aaron said as he opened the door wider. "But I was already questioned."

"Yes, but Ms. Fukagawa's death has led us to believe there is something more to this case that was recently thought."

"Oh, yes, poor Mandy-chan."

"You are familiar with Ms. Fukagawa?"

"Yeah, she and Richard were study buddies. Or so they said." Aaron grinned knowingly. "Come on in."

Sam followed Dean in, studying Aaron. He wore low-rise dark blue jeans and a tight black tank top. His light brown hair reached mid back and was in a braid.

"Forgive me for saying this," Sam said, "but you don't seem upset."

"Me and Dickie weren't that close. To tell the truth, he was annoying. Mr. Perfect." Aaron made a face. "I was planning to switch rooms anyway."

"Okay, well, your feelings aside, what was Mr. Hunt like?" Dean asked, taking out a small pad of paper and a pencil.

Aaron sat on his bed. "Dickie was a perfect student. Straight A's. Math genius. The usual Einstein. Without the fooked up hair style, of course. He was a poster boy for math nerds." While he talked, he stared straight at Sam.

"And can you please tell me how you found him?" Dean continued, not realizing Aaron was focused on Sam.

"It was morning. I woke up at my usual time, 7:30. And Dickie was still asleep. Now that was weird. His first class was at 6:00. And he never took a day off. If he was paralyzed from the neck down, he would learn to walk with his ears. Anyway, he looked like he was sleeping, so I shook him. He was cold as ice. I've seen enough movies to know a corpse. So I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed like a little girl." Aaron laughed. "Sure brought people fast."

When Aaron laughed, Sam felt chills run down his spine. What was with this guy? Why was he making Sam feel so uneasy? And why did he seem so familiar? Sam had never been to Redlands before, hadn't even heard of it. And he was sure he would remember if he had met Aaron somewhere else.

"Detective?" Aaron said. Sam snapped away from his thoughts. "You okay?"

"Um, yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure you're detectives?" Aaron asked. "You seem a bit young, plus you're not very professional. Casual clothes, t.v. cop questions, zoning out. I'm not an idiot. You didn't even show your badges."

"Why would we lie?" Dean asked calmly. "What would we gain by asking you questions?"

Aaron shrugged. "I don't know. You're the liars, not me." He stood. "Now, if there are no more questions, I have a class in fifteen minutes."

"Do remember anything out of the ordinary? Anything strange?"

"Aside from the fact that an extremely healthy guy just up and died? No."

"Okay, that's all for now." Dean tucked the notepad back into his pocket. "Thank you for your time, Mr. McDonald."

"Not a problem, Detective White, was it?" Aaron smirked. "I have to say, you did fool me at first. I simply love the new things the drama class comes up with."

"We're not in drama, Mr. McDonald," Sam said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Detective." Aaron stuck out his hand. "It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Day. Maybe next time, you wont have to lie to me."

Sam shook his hand. A voice slid through his mind. Bonjour, Monique, it said. J'adore, ma cherie. He pulled his hand away.

Aaron looked confused for a second, but quickly smiled again. "Very lovely to meet you." He strode over to his desk and wrote something on a loose slip of paper. He handed it to Sam. "My cell number. Just in case you have any other questions."

Sam took it, being very careful not to touch Aaron's hand. "Um, thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"Good-bye, Mr. McDonald," Dean said.

"Mm-hmm, good-bye," Aaron replied, not really paying attention.

Dean and Sam left, closing the door behind them. As soon as they were out of the building, Dean started laughing.

"Oh, shut up," Sam muttered.

"I'm sorry, man, but that is funny."

"No, it's not."

"Aaron likes you."

"Shut up."

"No. It's not every day my little brother has a gay admirer. Unless you're not telling me something."

Sam didn't reply. He got in the car and started it up. "Come on, let's go."

Dean got in the car, still chuckling. "Are you going to go out with him?"

Sam silently drove away.

"You know I'm just messing with you, Sammy."

"Whatever."

"Well, he doesn't know your name, so he can't find you. Don't worry about it. We can laugh about it later."

"I don't think so."

"Oh, you will laugh. One day, you're going to laugh."

Sam shook his head. Aaron was a bit too creepy. And what was with that voice? Whose was it? It spoke French, but it wasn't from his dream. He was starting to doubt it really was just a dream. He'd heard about people dreaming about past lives. Maybe that was what it was. In a past life, he was a French girl named Monique. Great. Obviously Aaron knew him in that life. Well, one mystery solved.

He was so lost in thought, he didn't even realize Dean had been talking.

"...didn't like him. But he didn't seem like a killer."

"Hmm?" Sam glanced over at Dean.

"You weren't listening?"

"No, sorry."

"I said, Aaron didn't like Richard, but he doesn't seem like a killer."

"We're not looking for a person. This is some kind of spirit."

"What we're looking for is a Soul-Eater."

"A Soul-Eater? How do you know?"

"Well, I read all the articles about the deaths. And I read through dad's journal. It's the only logical explanation."

"Dean, when dealing with supernatural forces, logic goes straight out the window."

"Fine, smart ass. It's the most likely. Better?"

"Sure. What are the characteristics of a Soul-Eater's victims?"

"It's different for each one. But the Soul-Eater usually know's its victim, or at least of them. It is someone who was very unhappy during life and is now back after death to seek his revenge. With the help of a demoniac possession, of course."

"Of course."

"So we're looking for a murder or suicide about two months ago, maybe three. A college student, probably a math major."

"Okay, let's start with that."

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Yayness! Another chapter done! Still no incesty goodness, but some cute gayness. Review time!