Anything But Normal
Part 18
Sam and Dean were in a crappy motel room about twenty minutes from the Roadhouse.
"I don't get it. How the hell am I supposed to help this girl if I can't even find her?!?" Sam yelled out in frustration.
No blue Hondas had been reported stolen in the 22 states they'd already checked on Sam's laptop.
"Calm down, man...Maybe we aren't supposed to find her." Dean suggested.
"What?"
"Look at your other visions, Sam. When we net Max we had to have those other guys from your visions die to know that it was him. When we met Andy, we couldn't save the people from your visions. If we had, we wouldn't have known about Andy's brother."
"So you think that we have to let this girl die?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Maybe. I mean, I'm not saying I want some innocent girl to die, but maybe she is supposed to. Maybe it'll lead us to something else."
"I don't know. I mean at least before we already knew where it was happening. What are we supposed to do? Read every newspaper in the country looking for dead 24 year old brunette girls? Come on, there could be thousands of those." Sam reasoned.
"Maybe you'll get a clue in your next vision."
"No. I can't stand by and wait for her to die. Remember my visions about our old house? Or the kid whose mom was supposed to be killed by the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or the demon virus in Washington last year? They were all one shot visions that I was able to stop."
"Well, maybe you could..."
"Maybe I could what?"
"Maybe you could try and get back in the vision."
"What?"
"Try and get back in the vision. Like trying to get back to sleep with the dream you were having before. Relax and just focus on the vision. Try to get back there with a clearer picture."
Sam shrugged and gave it a shot. He closed his eyes and tried to do as Dean said. "Nothing. Where the hell did you get that idea anyhow?" Sam questioned.
"Alyssa Milano on Charmed." Dean smiled. "She was so hotter than the other two girls."
"Come on, Dean be serious." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Well she is seriously hot. She's psychic, you're psychic. I thought maybe she knew what she was talking about. Look, I'm gonna go to the coffee shop down the road."
"To get coffee or to check out the waitress you were hitting on a few weeks ago?"
"Both." Dean smirked.
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean walked out to the Impala. He laid back down on the worn mattress. He closed his eyes, relaxed, and took a deep breath. He thought about the vision. He could see the girl clearly. He could tell that she was a thin brunette with milky white porcelain skin. He still couldn't see her face. He was looking at the outside of the place now. He could see the license plate number. FGK-527. More importantly, he could see the building and the sign above the door that read: Harvelle's Roadhouse.
Sam shot up in bed with beads of sweat plastered on his forehead. "Liz." he breathed.
Dean was driving to the coffee shop when he was sidetracked by the cop car in front of a nice suburban home. He parked the car across the street. There was a small crowd of about fifteen people watching the cops question a man.
"What's going on?" Dean asked a blonde middle-aged woman standing by.
"Mr. Guevara's car was stolen in broad daylight. It was a newer car too. I think it was a Hundai or a Honda. He only got it about six months ago."
"It wouldn't happen to be a blue Honda Accord, would it?" Dean asked, knowing the answer would be affirmative.
"Yes, I think it was. How did you know that?"
"I, uh, I head that the gangs were stealing those a lot. Excuse me." Dean lied as he went back to his car.
Gordon was obviously looking for someone nearby, but not Sam. Sam said it was a brunette girl. Dean stepped on the gas. Liz. Shit.
The Roadhouse was empty except for Liz. She was putting all the clean glasses under the bar when her cell phone rang. "Hey Sam." she answered after checking the caller ID.
"Liz, get out of the Roadhouse. The vision, you were the girl." Sam said breathlessly.
"Wait, what? Slow down, Sam. How do you know?"
"Well, he is a psychic." a dark voice said from behind her as a gun was cocked and placed at the nape of her neck.
A/N: OMG! I haven't posted in like three weeks! I hadn't realized it had been that long. I got caught up in school and stuff I guess. Anyway, tell me what you think.