Chapter 5

Summer climbed out of the Impala and stood in front of it, looking around the town, taking everything in. She crossed her arms while she leaned against the car and glanced up at the sky. It began showing grey clouds, telling her it would rain soon. Lowering her eyes, she glanced around again and saw a post office next to the police station with some stores, like shoes, clothes, and down a little ways, she saw more stores, like a tattoo parlor. She always wanted to get a tattoo, but she never could make up her mind on what she would get. She noticed there was hardly anyone around. If she didn't know any better, she would think it was a ghost town.

Sighing, she closed her eyes for a minute. She didn't get enough sleep the night before. Her sleep was becoming very limited with the dream she kept having. It would be the same dream, too. It also ended the same way, which would cause her to wake up with sweat dripping from her face, and her heart pounding against her chest. The last few times, Dean would wake up and look at her questioningly. She would only wave her hand at him, telling him not to even ask. She knew, however, he would ask eventually.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes quickly and began to get the same feeling she would get. She felt different. She felt like she could feel someone or something becoming rather angry. It was then, she realized she was channeling someone or something, and could feel emotions. Those emotions becoming worse with each moment that passed, she could feel her self began to shake. The shaking began slow and was at a good stage, but started to become almost unbearable. She closed her eyes, slowly sliding down to the ground, still leaning up against the car. Covering her face with her hands, she tried to control her shaking, but it was no use, it had a control of her.

"I still can't believe we can actually do that," Sam said to Dean while walking out of the police station, shaking his head.

"What can I say, we're good at it," Dean said with a grin while he turned his head toward his car, and that was when he noticed Summer on the ground. "Summer!" He rushed over to her and got down on his knees, reaching out to touch her.

Sam was right behind him, concern written on his face. He too, got down on his knees.

"Sum?" Dean tried to touch her arm, but she pushed him away slightly.

"Don't… try… to… touch me," she spoke through her shaking.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, becoming more worried by the minute.

"It'll… pass…"

Dean looked over at his brother, hoping he would have an idea as to what they should do.

Sam shrugged in response. He had no clue what they should do.
The shaking slowly started to subside, and Summer started to control it better. She finally was able to stop it and she took a deep breath while leaning her head back for a moment while closing her eyes. Opening them, she saw them staring at her, worried. "I'm… I'm ok," she told them.

"What just happened?" Sam asked.

"It was nothing," she said while she slowly started to get back on her feet.

Sam quickly grabbed her arm and helped her up.

"Nothing my ass," Dean said staring right at her. "Tell us what just happened."

By the sound of his voice, she knew he demanded her to tell them. "I get this…" she tried to find the best word to describe it. "It is hard to explain. I get these feelings… I feel things, and some times it ends up in me shaking."

"Feelings?" Sam asked confused.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I have had them for a while. Some times they are very minor, but other times, they become—"

"…Severe," Sam finished her sentence.

"What were you feeling just now?" Dean asked.

"Anger… a lot of it."

"Who would be angry?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Whoever it was, they were very mad, and it felt like they would murder someone with how angry they were," Summer told them.

The brothers glanced at each other, giving each other the same look... to find out answers.

*

The door to the motel of Travelodge opened and the three of them walked in, already making their way to the beds and one of the chairs.

Sam took a bed while Dean took the chair, and Summer took the other bed.

"So, tell us, what exactly are these feelings of yours, and how you got them, or found out you had them?" Sam asked, leaning over a bit, resting his arms on his knees, putting his hands together, while he looked at her closely.

She licked her lips before speaking. She glanced at Dean, and saw he was also looking at her, waiting for her to explain. "It all started when I was 19. I was staying with my parents at the time. My parents fought a lot. More than any one I knew. I hated it," she began. "So one night, I was in my bedroom, and I hear them fighting. I was lying on my bed, trying to block them out. It was no use, so I grabbed my CD-Player and I tried listening to some music. It worked, so I just stayed like that for about ten minutes before I felt different. I felt anger. I had no idea why I felt it, or where it came from." She took a breath before continuing. "I soon realize the anger is coming within the house. I go toward my parents' room, and the feeling grew even stronger. The anger, it was such a strong feeling… I couldn't really handle it. So, doing what came to mind, I yell for them to shut up. They do, and the feeling goes away instantly. I go back to my bedroom without even seeing, or talking to them."

"What about the shaking, when did that start to happen?" Dean asked.

"Two years ago," she told him. "It was when I was with my ex-boyfriend. He had a bad temper. He would get drunk, and come home and start fighting with me about things he heard from his friends. One night we were fighting and his anger was so… I could not handle it, and I start to shake. He then yells at me to stop, but I couldn't. I try to walk to my room, but I did not make it, I fell to the ground and just lied on the floor, waiting for the shaking to stop on its own. The next day I left him. I didn't want to go through it any more. I haven't seen him ever since."

"So, the more anger, the worst the shaking got, correct?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," she nodded.

"The anger you felt earlier must have been from someone close by then, maybe down the street?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," she shrugged, standing up and walked toward the window by the door, and looked out. "I didn't see anyone," she said facing the two again. "I also didn't hear anyone. It was so quiet… how could it had been someone near by if I didn't hear or see anyone?"

"Some how you can feel the anger from far away," Sam said. "Maybe you don't have to be close to feel the person's emotions."

"It could explain why you felt it when you didn't see or hear anyone," Dean responded.

"Maybe," Summer nodded. "I just wish it wouldn't be so bad. I don't think I can handle another shake attack. It seems like it gets worse each time I have one."

"You'll just have to some how control it. Mind over matter," Dean said.

"It's not that easy. You saw me out there I could not control it until it went away on its own."

"One of these days you will… it's only a matter of time," Dean said with an assuring smile.

"Alright, so anyway," Sam started, changing the subject while getting on his feet and walked over to the small table where his laptop was and took a seat on the chair, lifting the computer screen before turning to them again. "We found out where the couple was hiking. They went to Smoky Mountain, and they would always hike there, according to what the police told us."

"Was that the same place the others went?" Summer asked.

"No," Sam shook his head. "They went missing about twenty or so minutes from there."

"What do you think took them?" She asked.

"I have no idea," Sam shrugged while facing the computer again.

"For all we know, they got kidnapped by someone, and not a something," Dean spoke up. "I mean, it has happened in the past."

"We should still look in to this some more, though. I mean, your father would not tell you to come here if he didn't think it wasn't something weird."

"I agree," Sam replied.

"Well then, Sam did you found anything yet?" Dean asked looking over at him.

"Not yet."

"Keep looking. If you find anything that might be helpful, let me know. I'm going to take a nap, I'm beat," Dean said standing up and walked over to one of the beds. He sat down, leaned over, and reached for his shoes and took them off before he took his jacket off, and tossed it aside before lying down on his back, he laid his left arm over his face, covering his eyes from any light in the room.

"I'll be back," Summer said to Sam and walked toward the bathroom. She stepped inside the small room, and closed the door behind her.

She let her eyes scan the room to become familiar with everything, and know where everything was before she walked over to the sink. Standing in front of it, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, finally seeing what she looked like. Her hazel eyes seemed much darker than usual, and she had dark circles underneath her eyes, telling her she needed more sleep. Her brown hair was a mess. Sighing, she reached up and pulled her hair out of the hair tie that kept it up, and out of her face. Grabbing at her white jacket, she took it off before grabbing her black shirt and lifted it over her head, then tossed it to the floor before reaching for her light blue jeans.

Sam glanced over at the bathroom when he heard water run, and he realized it was the shower. He then peered over his shoulder and saw Dean was fast asleep. Facing the laptop again, he kept searching for any information that would help them with their investigation.