Dream Night

"Alright guys, enough shopping."

"Aw C'mon Jill." Claire begged.

"No, no more I'm tired and I gotta get back to the motel."

"Them boys got you whipped." Rebecca stated.

"Where's Carla?"

"Your it." Carla jumped in tapping Jill's shoulder. Everyone scattered.

"Hey no fair I gotta go, plus we're to old to be playing these kiddy games."

"Wow did we just here you say your to old to play games? You really have changed Jill, last time I remember you were a ten year old stuck in a twenty one year olds body." Carla shouted.

"Fine!"

Jill ran as fast as she could. Her speed over the past three years had increased dramatically since the last time she had seen her friends. The things she had to run from... there was one thing they forgot to mention about ghost hunting, you not only hunt but you do a lot of running to boot. She never ran slow to begin with but after her first few hunts she learned quickly that she had to pick up some speed before she really got hurt.

Coming up fast behind her friend Carla, she realized her surroundings had changed. The air was cold and the sky was dark. Street lights lit up the empty streets. Which each step Jill noticed a quick flash of light that to most people would be unrecognizable.

Now only inches away, Jill stretched out her arm and grabbed at Carla's shoulder. The moment her hand made contact with Carla she disappeared, throwing Jill off balance and tumbling to the ground.

"What the fuck..." Jill picked herself up off the floor, desperately searching around for her friends.

"HAhaha... ahaha. hahaha." She could hear them laugh from a far sending chills down her spine. As she looked around she noted the houses and how familiar they looked. She came across one that lied directly across her at the end of the street. Steeping toward it another quick flash lit up the street, this time much stronger then the previous flashes, hurting her eyes and jogging her memory. After rubbing at her eyes she looked back up at the house. This time it was on fire. Flames engulfed the entire house and everything inside it. A man's screams could be heard from within.

"Brian!" Jill shouted recognizing the man's screams for help. Jill ran to the house, the closer she got the more painful there screams. Another flash of light went off in font of her face, this time when she opened her eyes the house was normal... except for a burning figure standing in the drive way. She looked up at the street corner reading 'Cherry place and Suffolk Ave.'

"I'm home... Brian?" She questioned the figure. In another quick flash the burning chaos in front of her turned into her loving brother.

"BRIAN!" she smiled. As she got closer to give him a hug he rose up his hand and pointed behind her on Cherry place. She glanced over her shoulder to see a dark figure much taller then that of her brothers standing in the middle of the street. Turning back to face her brother she stepped back in shock to see he had vanished. She looked from side to side... but still he was no where to be found.

Jill turned back toward Cherry place and cautiously walked toward the black figure, bright flashes going off at the corner of her eyes with each step. As she neared closer to the figure she realized it was not looking at her, it had its head hung with a black hoody over it. it was wearing a long black trench coat which looked some what wet, as though it had been walking in the rain and stood perfectly still.

"I should be walking away from it..." She began speaking to herself. "I'm going to die if I don't turn back. Why am I walking toward it... better yet why am I talking to myself?"

She approached the figure and stood directly in font of it, unaware of what to do or say. "Uh ok," she whispered to herself. "So yea my brother was here a second ago did you happen to see where he went off to?" Its not going to respond... why do I bother?

"Sir?" She placed her hands on the hoody to raise it up, but it quickly picked up its head. Catching her off guard she jumped back and lost her balance. The fall seemed much longer then it should have, she waited for her body to hit the floor, bracing herself for the impact and the pain that came along with it, and when it did...

GASP! Taking in a deep breath Jill jolted forward inn her bed landing in Dean's arms who was sitting beside her.

"Sh, it was a dream Jill, calm down, calm down." he whispered. He had woken up from a kick to his legs and noticed she had broke out in a sweat. He had tried waking her up to stop her from jolting in the bed but she was in a deep sleep so instead he kept an eye on her for the past ten minutes.

Even she knew this was no ordinary dream, but incase, she would keep it to herself in the mean time

Breathing in heavily Jill wrapped an arm around Dean's neck to her face and began biting on her nail.

"Yes, I know. Of things I had forgotten."

"You okay? You kinda broke out in a sweat there kid."

Tightening her grip around Deans neck she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling more at ease she sighed.

"I don't know..."