"See, Sam? I told you we would get here."
"Dean, we just entered Indiana! We still have two hours of driving to get there." The brothers had been driving in circles until Sam had gotten a map from a gas station. He had it unfolded right now.
"But… I did get us here. Plus, you're the psychic you should have told me where to go."
"Dean, I might be psychic, but that doesn't mean I know everything."
"Just the future, right?" Sam shook his head.
They drove for another hour and a half, with Sam giving directions. They finally ended up on a dirt road, that wound indefinitely on. Dean was reduced to actually doing the speed limit. They passed a woman walking on the road. Sam caught a glimpse of her and saw curly black hair.
"Dean, go back and offer her a ride." Sam said suddenly.
"What?"
"Just do it!" Dean sighed and turned the car around.
"I'm only doing this because I trust you. If she turns out to be a murderer who just escaped from prison, I'm going to let her kill you." Sam was about to respond, but the car pulled up beside the woman.
Up close Sam saw that she was young, probably his age. She was rather tall, around 5'9'' or so. Her face was pale, even though she had tan arms. Her clothes were dirty and torn in places, and her leg was bloody where they could see through a hole in her jeans. She was limping. Sam rolled down his window and called out to her.
"Hey, ma'am, do you need some help? We can drive you to a hospital." She turned and smiled.
"No, thank you. But if you are going that way," she pointed to the direction they were heading, "I'll take a ride to my house."
"Okay." Sam got out to help her into the car. "Where is your house?"
"It's the next one you pass. It's the only one around for a few miles. I'm Jenny by the way."
"I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. So, how did you hurt yourself?"
"Oh, I was walking along and I got off balance and slid off the edge of the road. Unfortunately, the roads aren't well kept and I scraped my leg against a sharp rock."
"Ouch, sounds like it hurt." Dean added. It was the first time he had spoken. Sam looked over at him. He was using his "Want to go on a date later?" voice. But Sam felt differently. She looked familiar. If only he could place her face…
He felt a bump as Dean turned into a driveway. Sam looked up and saw a huge old house looming in front of them. It was painted pale blue, and looked like a house out of a Civil War movie. There were several large windows on the second and third floor, and a circular one in the attic. There was a large wrap-around porch painted white out front. On the porch, a dog was laying, enjoying the sunlight. It lifted it's head at the sound of a car and stood up.
"If you will stay in the car for a moment," Jenny was saying. "I'll take care of Duke, then offer you some lemonade."
She got out of the car and started up the drive. The dog went running toward her. It was a massive German Shepard that Sam was sure weighed more than he did. He was afraid it would knock Jenny over, but she kept walking, and the dog ran past her, then turned in a circle to catch her. Jenny didn't even have to lean over to pet him. Her hand rested on his back. She took him inside. Dean chose then to speak.
"Last time I had a scrape that bad was when I got the wrong end of a beer bottle in a bar fight. She's hiding something." He turned his head to look at Sam. He was nodding.
"Yeah. 'Out for a walk' to where? And I don't remember seeing anything that could have ripped through denim. But I know who she is, Dean. She's the girl from my dream-" He was going to say more, but Jenny came back out. She beckoned to them and the brothers got out of the car and started towards the house.
There's chapter 2. Hope you like it, keep reviewing!