Sam grabbed his head as the visions came rushing to him. Dean leapt from the bed and grabbed him. Electricity crackling, blood dripping. A woman tossing and turning in her bed. A man screaming, fighting for his life.
Wall.
Ceiling.
Fire.
Screams.
"Sammy, what's going on?"
Sam looked at his brother. "They're in trouble"
"Who?" dean sat down next to him.
"Someone we knew – Michael?" Sam asked he had vague memories of Michael; he was more Dean's friend then his when they were growing up.
"Michael Larsen, we were friends in school, he's in danger? did you see why or how?"
"Lights turning on and off – ", Sam looked at dean suddenly. "The demon is going after him"
"We have to find him, I think he still lives at the same address" that was the plan, the boys packed and left to go to find Michael.
Sam looked at Dean while they drove. "We haven't seen him in how long?"
"Ten years give or take, since I left school, if the demon goes after Michael, do you think he'll go after Anya?" Sam looked at dean sharply. How would dean have remembered her? She was or had been an awkward child who had a child's crush on his brother. He wondered where she was now. Dean cast him a look. "What?"
"I'm trying to figure out how you remembered Anya, you never gave her the time of day" Sam told him.
Dean shrugged "she was pesky as all little brothers or sisters go –"he shrugged again. Sam hit him.
"Anya had this strange perception at times, she had this thing for knowing when things were going to happen, call it premonition or coincidence" Sam told him.
"Either one, which could get them both killed"
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Short intro I know - ……….. I'll be moving along shortly……… I've got part of the story in my head… and it might be a short story because I don't plan on this moving on more then what is there.