White Magic

Chapter 13: Nightmares

Dean pulled into the Holiday Inn at about 3 am. It was the only hotel on this side of town still open. He parked his car and hurried inside. The desk clerk looked about ready to fall asleep.

"Hello?" The clerk jerked awake. "I'd like a room,"

The clerk yawned but turned to his computer. "One bed?"

"Two actually. My father should be coming soon…"

"How can I identify him?" Dean handed him a picture.

"He's a little older now but that's him,"

The clerk got out a key, "Ok, room 3528 is open. You need a wake up call?"

"No, I'll be fine," Dean then took his key and hurried to his room.

As soon as he got in he locked the door. Then he threw his bag onto one of the beds. He sat down on the other bed and put his head in his hands. How could he leave Sam back there? He should have brought Sam with him. Sam would have fought him. But Dean still should have tried.

Dean sighed. Then he got up and got out his phone. He called his Dad.

"Dean?"

"Yeah it's me,"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the Holiday Inn just off Route 276. The clerk knows to let you in,"

"Good boy," Dean didn't reply, "Dean you couldn't have saved him. He would have fought you. He may have even gone to her for help,"

"I know. But I can't help but feel that I could have got him outta there,"

"Dean, it's better that you left him. Now try and get some sleep. I should get there by morning," then John hung up. Dean threw his phone back into his bag and lay down. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.

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Jez sat in her room thinking over the night's events. Sam and Dean had fought. Later Dean went to Sam to convince him to leave. Sam didn't want to go. Sam and Dean got into another fight and Sam almost killed Dean. Now Dean has left the Castle to get help from his Dad. Sam didn't know about that last part. Jez had convinced him to go to sleep. Now John Winchester was searching for information on her and the Castle. Wasn't life just dandy?

"What am I gonna do?" Jez asked the ceiling. It had never given her an answer but, hey, you never know. Maybe one day it will decide to answer her. She paced back and forth. "Damn it Fate. What are you trying to do?"

"Help you," Whispered the wind. But Jez knew that this wasn't the wind. She stopped and listened intently. It said nothing more.

After a moment she relaxed, "Help me with what?"

"Reward," was the wind's reply.

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Several hours later Jez fell into bed, her room and bed were like Sam's only bigger. She had spent the last few hours reading the stars, tarot, and many other means of fortune telling. But none of them helped. Finally, after giving up she decided she should get some sleep. But she knew it would not be a sound sleep. She always had nightmares on nights like these…

"Jezzie girl, you wanna help Daddy cook dinner?"

"Yes!" Replied the little 8-year-old Jez. With a squeal Jez's father lifted her up onto his shoulders.

"Do you think you can help me from up there?"

"No silly!" replied little Jez.

"Well then, I guess you need to come down then!" Her father bounced her on his shoulders then reached up and swung her down. Jez gave a squeal of excitement. Once she was on the ground she clapped her hands in excitement.

" 'Gen, 'gen!" She yelled happily.

"No sweetheart. We need to cook dinner. But you can help me with that right?"

"Yes Daddy!" She then ran into the kitchen. Her dad pulled over a stool for her to stand on. "What we making Daddy?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs," For a few minutes the two worked happily on their dinner. The pot of water was boiling and it was time to put the noodles in, "You want to do it sweety?"

"Yes, please!" said the excited little girl.

"Stu you're getting her too excited," called Jez's mother from the living room.

"What's so bad about being excited about cooking?" replied her father with a grin. Her mother just laughed and shook her head.

Suddenly their came a knock on the kitchen door, "I'll get it. It's probably Jeff,"

But it wasn't…

Jez was stirring the pot when it happened. "Hel--" Then her father screamed as the creature lunged at him and tore him to pieces.

"Daddy!" screamed little Jez. The creature looked up at her and licked its lips. Huge fangs filled its mouth, that's all she remembered. Then it lunged at her. Before it hit her Jez hit the creature with the pot full of boiling noodles. The creature screamed in agony.

Jez ran into the living room. Her mother had grabbed her little sister and the phone by the time she got in there. They ran and hid in their parent's room. As her mother locked the door the creature slammed into it with a loud thud. He mother quickly dialed 911.

"911 Wha--"

"Help us! This thing is attacking us! It's killed my husband!"

"Where do you live ma'am?" Her mother told them our address. As she finished the creature burst into the room. She pushed the two children back into the corner and met the creature's attack. "You won't get my girls!"

She put up a fight. But it didn't last long. The creature threw her dead body aside like a rage doll. Jez held 5 year old Emmy to her chest. The creature lunged forward. Jez tried to shield her sister but it wasn't enough. The creature ripped Emmy from her arms as the police burst into the house. The creature yelled and jumped out of the nearest window. It ran off into the woods. A few officers ran after it.

Jez ran to the nearest officer. He picked her up and carried her from the house. He wanted to get her out of there as soon as possible. But Jez still heard one officer say, "They were cooking dinner…"

Jez jerked awake. Sweat and tears had soaked her bed. She got out of bed. Dawn was still a few hours off. Why did these massive dreams take such short time? She wondered. Why can't I have nightmares like the ones in movies and books? I have the nightmare and I wake up and it's morning. No such luck…

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At the same time Jez jerked awake, Sam woke up a floor below. "Oh my God," he whispered.

Yes, I know I said she was twelve when this happened. The bartender was off by a few years. The point is that Jez grew up quickly after this and no longer looked like a child.