John Winchester prided himself with having good instincts. Years of hunting did that to you. His ability to sense evil was his pride and joy, and it made hunting a hell of a lot easier. Those detector failed him this time though. Big time.
"Daddy?"
John ignored him. There was a ghost to catch. Whatever it was could be dealt with later.
"Dad?"
More persistent this time. You had to give it to Dean; he didn't give up. Not when he had something to say.
"Da-" he spun around
"What?"
Dean watched him with child like innocence for a beat, turned to the right and pointed.
"If you're looking for a ghost...it went that way"
Then the soon to be seven years old Winchester turned to him. A smirk on his face. If John didn't know better, his son looked smug. John blinked at him.
Dazed.
For a kid who just saw his first ghost his son
seemed calm. Not even surprised that he saw a woman which was dead
for over 20
years.
Why is that?
And more importantly; why did he have a feeling Dean would be like this from now on?
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Sam Winchester had what Dean called a spider sense for danger. Slowly he learned how to use it. But not even a weird gift like visions was enough to help him sense evil like Dean did...at least used to do. Dean was unlike their father and Sam, a natural when it came to hunting.
Four years later he was convinced he finally managed to develop his 'ability' to the level that it was equal to Dean's.
But when his vision focused and he noticed the weapon pointed at him at small distance somehow he doubted it.
When the second weapon appeared, this time closer he knew he was way away from Dean's level.
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"Sam those guys are accidents waiting to happen"
The 15 year old glared at his brother.
" You are just jealous I have friends."
"Sammy-"
He grabbed his jacket while a horn went of in front of the motel. His ride was here.
"It's SAM," he moved past him, "I'm 15 Dean. I don't need your advice on who I should hang out with." Dean sighed, "Sam-" he was cut off when the doors of the motel room he shared with his brother slammed shut.
Three hours later Dean came to the hospital to pick him up. Mitchell ( the driver ) was drunk, the car totaled.
He felt guilty.
Dean never said anything. He was just silent.
And somehow it made Sam feel worse.
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Michael was nervously sitting in the chair in the too bright waiting room. The smell of medicine making his nose twitch. Damn he hated hospitals. What is it with hospitals and white? You'd think that the goal of hospital would be to make you feel better, not to make you feel like your going crazy after staring at the damn color for six hours. He shifted in his chair, his leg which fell a sleep protesting.
Buy some furniture that doesn't create new patients. His eyes went back to the door.
Today he saw irony in it's full form.
Dean was placed in Samantha's room.
Samantha...
The police didn't have any clues. The doctor and nurse weren't much of a help in clearing the air. They mumbled something and vanished when another doctor and two nurses took Dean over. It was the last time anyone saw them.
Dean...
This day was going from bad to weird. Weird in a scary, spooky way. Suddenly watching sight of a white coat heading his way he jumped on his feet. The doctors impassive expression didn't do much to settle his nerves.
"Mr. Tanner?"
When he nodded he saw something like compassion flash on the man's face before the empty mask returned.
Dean was gone.
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"Bobby"
Bobby stopped at the call from his now 12 year old 'nephew'. He turned to him, a eyebrow raising in question.
Dean glanced around and then back at his 'uncle'.
"You do know it's watching us? Don't you?"
No, until that moment, Bobby hadn't known.
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Dean blinked once. Twice. And finally snapped out of it.
"Fancy seeing you here"
She smiled, black eyes boring into his green.
"Didn't think I would just vanish, did you?"