Hey folks! I really must apologize for making you all wait for this new chapter but I have been suffering from a bad case of writer's block for this section of Chris's story.

I hope to update this story more often but it will take my time as I want to get it right.

Sobbing is the first sound I hear. Devastated cries that come from the very soul. Suddenly it dawns on me, I'm the one weeping an emotional fountain. Also I'm aware of being held in a tight embrace, long arms are wrapped around my torso. The feeling of another body pressed against my back causes me to gaze up over my shoulder. Sam, who appears to be as equally distraught as myself, is hugging me. Tears are streaming down his face, jaw trembling as he tries in vain to remain composed. Gulping for breathe I glance around. A large fire is the next thing I see, it resembles a pyre. Wait. It is a pyre. Somebody is dead and we are burning the remains. Who is it? Whose dead? A sickly feeling soon squirms and squelches inside my stomach.

Scanning about once more, my eyes finally trace Dean. He turns his head towards me with a forlorn expression. A single, solitary tear drips down his tired face. My eyes fall onto my amulet that is around my neck. So much for a good luck charm I say to myself bitterly. A cold, cool sensation soothes the skin on my right palm. I inspect and my heart stops. Dog tags? I don't know anybody that has dog tags except…no…no. it couldn't be. Curling my white knuckled fingers into a fierce fist, I begin to wriggle in my brother's embrace.

"It's okay Chrissie," Sam repeats as his face crumples. "It's okay."

I screw my eyes shut in an attempt to block out the orange flames. Tears flow from them nevertheless.

"I don't wanna watch anymore" I sob, my knees giving way to which my brother joins me on the ground.

The heartbroken wail that rips out of my throat echoes into the night.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Sunlight beamed into my cornea, almost blinding me as my eyes snapped wide open which caused me to shield them as I sat up from the recumbent position I was in. the upholstery was now warm due to the internal heat I had radiated during my slumber in the back seat of my brother's beloved car. I whipped my head around, making my neck crack in the process. Fumbling for the familiar surface of my amulet around my neck, my rapid heartbeat began to subside. That was some freaky ass dream. Still I've had many dreams that sorta resembled the one I had just experienced. Then again, they were more like hellish nightmares than cutesy pie, Carebear and rainbow like dreams.

Building and houses flashed by as the car cruised into Cleveland, Ohio, AC/DC blaring on the radio.

"Hey Sasquatch," came Dean's voice from the driver's seat. "Check and see if the runt is awake yet."

Sitting forward I smacked him across the back of his head.

"Shut up asswipe" I scowled with a grunt.

My brothers laughed, a far different comparison to my nightmare. Lounging back onto the leather seat, I cracked my knuckles, a habit that forever grossed out Sam. My perplexed glazed eyes focused on the early morning sky, and the absentmindedly way I played with the amulet triggered Sam's spidey senses.

"You okay kiddo?" enquired Sam with a frown.

I gave him a small smile in attempt to clear myself of his radar, though I doubt that it did any good.

"Never better" I said.

After finding a reasonable motel room we started unpacking our things. As I rifled through my belongings I notice one that the room was spinning out of control. I leaned on the bed, breathing slowly through my nose with my eyes closed.

NOOOOOOO!

My head pounded as if it was being attacked with a friggin' sledge hammer, an annoying humming buzzed in my ear drums.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A zap shuddered into my chest, causing me to clutch my heart as my knees buckled . I gritted my teeth, waiting and praying for the pain to pass. Then it stopped, just as there was a knock on my door and Sam entered.

"Hey," he said brightly. "We're gonna grab some breakfast."

I cautiously got to my feet, Sam watching me with concern.

"Chris?," my brother started, wandering over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong. I know that there's something wrong. Tell me."

A shooting agony rumbled throughout my body, I tried to answer but nothing came out. Everything was spinning again, my limbs went rigid at first but as soon as I collapsed to the floor, the convulsions started. The only thing that followed me into unconsciousness was two bright lights and an almighty crash.

Yeah I know it's far too short but trust me it's a start of the story arc.

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