Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own Dean or Sam Winchester, I am just not clever enough to create them.
A/N: This is the second instalment to Hangman's Noose. I hope it lives up to the expectations you, the readers, have set in place.
Nighttime Terror
When nine o'clock rolled around, Dean and Sam pulled up to the bar called 'Daytime's Revenge'.
"Well, that's a name I haven't heard of before!" Dean stated while the brothers walked towards the bar door.
"That's got to be a first coming out of your mouth. You go to almost every bar when we stop," Sam said amused. Sam only pretended to be annoyed before when he said he got two girls for a night out. He was actually looking forward to a night on the town with two girls.
"You should join me more often then maybe you would say it sometimes."
"Right, 'cause getting buzzed or drunk every night and possibly having a hangover in the morning really appeals to me," Sam said disgusted.
Dean laughed as he opened the door to the bar and walked in to see if their dates were there already. At a table near the back of the bar were two beautiful girls, who waved them over. One had red hair with some black streaks in it that flowed down her back in waves. The other was a blonde, whose hair went just to her shoulders in layers. The red head had green eyes and a warm smile, while her blonde friend still had a teenage look to her.
"Ladies, this is my younger brother Sam. Sam, this is Aimee," Dean pointed to the red head. "And this is Jasmine," Dean then indicated the blonde.
The girls started laughing. Dean looked confused before the red head explained.
"I'm Jasmine, and my friend is Aimee!"
Sam joined them in laughing at his brother and sat down beside Jasmine, while Dean sat with Aimee.
"Come on! Give me some credit that I actually remembered your names," Dean said, trying to mend his hurt ego.
The girls smiled and agreed with him, while Sam just shook his head in disbelief.
"So what brings you two handsome newcomers to a town like this?" Jasmine wanted to know.
Sam looked at Dean and a knowing look passed between them that was missed by the two girls. They had decided earlier to use the road trip explanation, instead of looking for jobs. It was more suitable in this type of town.
"Dean and I are going on a road trip, one last hurrah before we both head off to college. I'm going for law at Stanford and Dean's going into business management at..." Sam drifted off, not knowing what college to say.
"Argosy. My dad asked me to take over the family business when he retired," Dean said quickly, surprised he could think of a college so quickly.
"My cousin went there. It's a good school," Aimee said. "What kind of a business does your family run?" She asked, attention focussed on Dean.
Dean had to think quickly. What kind of business could their family run?
"We own a hunting business. We take customers who don't hunt, but want to try it, out and show them what it's like," Dean stated, while Sam gave him a look he couldn't identify.
"Sounds intriguing! What's it called?" Jasmine asked.
"Winchester Hunting," Sam made up on the spot, while Dean shot him a grateful look.
"So you both went on the trips to help out, or did you lead your own?" Aimee asked.
"Both," Sam and Dean said at the same time, which caused the girls to giggle.
"I've always wanted to go hunting. Do you think you boys could take us two out for an excursion before you leave?" Aimee asked with a twinkle in her eyes and a hopeful look on her face.
Dean smiled at this revelation. "These are my kind of girls," he thought.
"We'd love to!" Dean said excitedly.
Sam shot Dean a shut up look and quickly butt in before anything else was said on the matter. "But we didn't bring any of the necessary hunting equipment."
"But we can-" Dean started, but shut up when Sam kicked him under the table.
"We can give you our number and you can call us sometime later and we'll take you on a trip you'll never forget," Sam interjected.
The girls faces fell, but they still remained in good spirits the rest of the night, with everyone downing a few beers each.
Near one in the morning, phone numbers were swapped and the brothers said goodnight to the girls. They drove back to the motel listening to Dean's choice of music: ACDC.
When they reached the motel they went in their rooms and took off their shirts and pants, both deciding to sleep just in their boxers on such a warm night.
"Now that's what I call a good night! And damn! Those girls were HOT!" Dean exclaimed.
"And I'm surprised you aren't drunk. That's got to be a first," Sam said sarcastically.
"Yeah, well my little brother was there, I had to be on good behaviour and make sure you got in no trouble."
"Me? Don't you have this the wrong way around? I'm college boy, remember?"
"And you probably went to all the parties there. And where did you come up with Winchester Hunting?"
"It was the first thing that came to mind, and you almost let out what we hunt! Sure, we'll take you out on a hunt!" Sam said mimicking Dean.
"Oh shut up! You started me on it with me going to Argosy to take over the family business! Where the hell is Argosy anyways?"
"Somewhere in Texas; can't remember anymore."
"Anyways, enough about tonight, I'm bushed. Night, Sammy."
"It's Sam!"
"Yeah, whatever," Dean muttered while rolling over in his bed--the one closer to the door--to face the door. He reached his hand under his pillow and felt reassured by the handle of his big hunting knife he kept there for their safety. If any intruder came in, his knife was just in reach, and he was closest to the door, and the window for that matter.
Dean fell asleep before Sam because Sam didn't want to sleep; he was afraid of the nightmare/visions that he had, though he wouldn't admit that to Dean. Scared as he was, Sam knew he couldn't fight off sleep forever, and slipped into a restless sleep.
Sam's Dream:
A full moon rose into the night sky. The peace was shattered by a scream.
"MOMMA!" It was a little girl.
A tree then came into view, with two struggling children hanging from ropes wrapped around their necks. When they stopped struggling, two shadows ran away and out of sight.
Everything faded to black before another full moon rose in the sky. The same tree was in sight and two children, a boy and a girl, were being dragged to it by two other children. The children dragging the others both had blue skin and dark, sunken eyes. Eyes that were dead.
The dead children dragged the living children up the tree and placed nooses around their necks. They then tighten the ropes and push them off the branch. The children began to struggle, and gasped for the air that their lungs burned for.
The two dead children disappeared from the branch after the two kids stopped struggling.
Laughter could be heard all around as the full moon shines down on the two hung children. Over the laughter, two voices can be heard saying the same thing as one. One of a girl, the other a boy: "Two shall pay."
End of Dream
"NOOO!" Sam yelled as he awoke drenched in cold sweat, the blankets wrapped tightly around him, binding his movements.
Dean sprang up with his knife in hand, quickly turning on the light between the beds, and looked around the motel room. His eyes finally came to rest on Sam. He noticed his little brother was shaking and covered in sweat.
"What is it Sammy? What's wrong?" Dean said in concern, while he rushed to Sam's side, grabbing him on the shoulders gently but reassuringly, after putting the knife down on his bed.
"They're going to be killed! We have to do something!" Sam said in a small, frightened voice.
End Note: Well I hope you all enjoy this chapter as you have the others. I'm am starting to get slightyl discouraged in writing this fic, because I do not know if you like it or not. I did not recieve any feedback on the previous chapter. If I do not get at least 5 new reviews for this chapter, then I do not know how long it will take me to update the new chapter. It's up to you readers.
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