Chapter Seven – Sam's Premonition

I almost told them…Amy thought angrily as she stood before the bathroom mirror. Dean and Sam talked amongst themselves in the living room while they waited for John to wake up. There was no rush in waking the man up. Standing beside the sink, Amy let the cold water run through her hands and fingers. She splashed her neck with the cool droplets and turned off the faucet. Her eyes gazed into the mirror, focusing on the red gash on the tip of her forehead. It was almost a perfect circle. She sighed at the sight of her most recent wound. A bruise she had received during Christmas by her chin had just disappeared. Now this.

Just tell them… 'I see dead people'… 'Dean, Sam, I can see and communicate with the dead'… 'I talk to Mary and Jessica all the time'… 'I learned a lot while I was sort-of-dead'… 'Nice weather, huh?'…

She gripped the edge of the sink and stared back into her reflection. Amy was angry with herself. She was ashamed. One: She was told directly by Mary and Jessica to NOT tell Dean and Sam what she knew. Two: If Dean and Sam knew, they WOULD lose focus of the mission at hand. Three: Dean and Sam deserved to have some type of chance to directly communicate with their dead mother and girlfriend.

Her eyes closed. Dammit.

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Sam rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt. "I'm just saying I'm not sure if we should get involved. Our focus is to get back to 2005…" He paused. "1997 can take care of itself."

"We know Dad is going to face a Temptress," Dean whispered angrily. "And you want to keep out of it?"

"We need to spend time trying to get back home, Dean," Sam protested. "Amy needs to get back to Illinois – before January – and we need to hit the road so we can find 2005-Dad and find the thing that killed Mom and Jess." He took a deep breath. "We can't linger. Especially now."

"If we have the chance to help, we are, got that?" Dean ordered.

Sam nodded and obliged. "If we have the chance, then yes. But we need to focus on getting home. We need to wake up Dad and make sure Missouri Mosely is coming today."

"You need to chill, seriously dude," Dean said annoyingly.

"Dean," Sam said firmly. "I know this isn't like we're taking care of some evil – a ghost or demon – but we're still in big trouble. We have no idea how us being here is affecting this time and if us being here is gonna affect 2005."

The older brother sighed and nodded. "Let's give Dad another hour. It's only eight. He needs sleep."

Sam nodded. "I'm gonna go out back," he stood up from the chair. "I need some air."

Dean nodded and watched as the younger brother made his way to the glass doors, slid them opened, and stepped outside.

Amy came out of the bathroom then. Her red-brown hair was put up in a black clip. A few rogue strands were seen dangling beside the back of her neck. She wore a great tank top with three-inch straps.

She walked over to Dean at the table and sat beside him.

"Sam really needs to chill," Dean muttered. "He can't stand being here."

"You know it was hard for him when he was a teenager," Amy defended. "You followed your father's orders while Sam defied them." She sighed sadly. "I remember the fighting. Don't you?"

He shook his head slowly. "Sam just didn't know. He didn't have any sense then – or now."

"C'mon," Amy laughed. "You can't actually believe that, do you? Your ex-marine father brought you boys up to learn how to attack and kill monsters besides pushing you guys to pursue your academics or a better future-"

"So what I'm doing – what we're doing – now isn't acceptable?" Dean laughed mockingly. "Just because it's not society-presentable, still-"

"I'm not trying to start an argument, Dean," Amy put in quickly. "Just know that there were different sides and different beliefs when it came to this family – your family – so please, just give Sam the benefit of the doubt."

"You always stick up for him." Dean grumbled.

Amy tilted her head to the side and said, "Sam was the sibling I never had. Of course I'm always going to stick up for him."

"And what about me?" Dean pouted.

"You were my annoying best friend who I got into trouble with," Amy explained. "And do you really want me to compare you to a sibling?"

He laughed. It was the first time in the conversation he had smiled. "No, I guess not."

"Good, now we understand each other," Amy said happily.

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Sam sat outside on the edge of the wood porch besides in a chair. He arms rested on his bent knees and his fingers played with the blades of grass. He touched the ground and looked around at the trees. It was a backyard he had grown up to play in. He remembered the huge park down the street. Dean and he used to take a soccer ball or football and they would spend the whole day there. So many memories. Too much.

It bothered him. A part of him almost loathed the idea of being back here. He was passed the whole thing of what happened twenty-two years ago. This was just a greater reminder.

Plus Sam was back in a time where he would be forced to watch the awkward relationship between his Younger self and his father. His dad never used "those three words" too often to the boys. Sometimes it could be clearly written on his face. But growing up without a mother, sometimes hearing those words could do some good.

He remembered the outburst between him and his father when Sam announced he earned a full scholarship to Stanford. John was furious at the idea of his son going as far to California. Plus he was unhappy with the fact that Samuel Winchester was actually going to purse a normal life. And to stop hunting. John and Sam had exchanged many words that night. John had been ready to punch a wall. Sam had been ready to go directly into his room, pack his things, and just leave. But Sam had stayed. He stayed for graduation. Two weeks later his things were packed and Amy and her parents and some of Sam's friends were at the airport to see him off. John hadn't come. He had been in Vancouver with Dean. Dean had been able to send a telegram of congrats. There had been no word from his father.

Sam realized he was tearing each blade of grass into thin strands. He dropped them back into the earth and cleaned off his hands.

His almond colored eyes blinked several times. Sam rubbed his eyes slowly…

The woman no longer wore a black bikini outfit. She wore jeans and a tight red blouse. Her legs crossed one another as she sat on a nice white leather couch. Curly brown hair hung by her shoulders while she wore bright red lipstick. Her green eyes stared around the very nice-looking home.

She was soon joined by a man in his thirties. He brought over two glasses and a bottle of wine.

It was nighttime. The man wore a white dress shirt and pants. He leaned over the couch to turn off the lamp in the room. Light was given off by another lamp in the corner of the penthouse.

The man leaned over and placed his hand on the woman's thigh. She smiled at the touch. His hand started to roam up and down her leg as he leaned over further to kiss the woman's neck. The man enjoyed what he was doing but the woman appeared as if the man was simply doing nothing by holding her hand. She didn't react or close her eyes in the pleasure the man was trying to cause. The man grabbed her knee and his hand went in the opposite direction.

The woman reached for the man's waist and brought him closer to her. He was almost hovering above her now. Her head leaned back against the cushioned arm of the sofa. The man was now on top of her. His hands moved along her stomach. His fingers began to roam north. Her breasts were now the target. The woman slowly removed the man's hand from her body and she tilted his head so he was looking at her. She brought his lips down to hers and he kissed her passionately. He continued to force himself harder on her and they slowly pulled away.

She smiled at him sexily and her green eyes gazed deeply into his. The man smiled down at her and the woman whispered slowly, "Give me all of your money…"

The man laughed goofily. It was like he was a shy teenage boy. The man nodded and sat up quickly. He pulled out his wallet and removed all the dollar bills and credit cards.

The woman in red stood up slowly and gathered the money and credit cards into her hand. He also handed his checkbook to her.

She grinned devilishly and approached the man once more. Her lips crushed his and she pulled away quickly. "Now listen…I want you to wait until tomorrow night…and I want you to act as normally as you can. I don't want people knowing about us. And tomorrow…around seven…I want you to kill your wife, understand?"

The man nodded with a silly grin. The woman nodded slowly and said, "Remember what I told you…" She leaned up and kissed him again…

Sam opened his eyes as he gasped for air. The image that had flashed before his eyes had only taken a second. He felt as if he had held his breath the entire time. Sam thought about the vision and quickly jumped up to his feet and ran back inside.

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A/N: Short chapter, sorry, I'll update ASAP.