A/N: Two in one day! Woohoo! I hope you guys like it.
It's been about a week since we solved the last case, but we haven't stopped at a hotel. In the back of the Impala I know I'm asleep. My dreams are usually not anything out of the ordinary. Most of the time, it was just memories of Dean and I on the road together. This time it was different. I've never dreamed of that night. I will always remember it, but this is the first time I've dreamed about it.
The room is dark. Only the dim light of the moon illuminates the small crib I see in front of me. The window is open to let in the cool breeze. I try to make out the objects on the shelves. They're all my toys. It's just the way I remember it. My breath hitches as the man, who's not a man, appears next to the crib. As he reaches down to the six month old in the crib, she cries as babies do. I try to move towards the child to help it, but I can't move. I hear someone slowly walking towards the door. No. I try to yell out, but no sound escapes my mouth. I see my mother open the door as she wipes her eyes sleepily.
"You hungry, Shel?" She asks is a sleepy baby voice. When she looks at the silhouette of the man by the crib her eyes go wide. "What are you doing here?" She asks in a more serious tone. I see her grab for a bottle of water by the door. She opens it and tries to splash the figure. He dodges the droplets. "Get away from her." My mother growls. The figure gestures to her, and my mother is thrust to the wall. She drops the bottle of water and she is forced up the wall and onto the ceiling.
A deep voice chuckles as my mother bursts into flames. I look to the figure. He stares at my mother, burning up on the ceiling. Then he snaps his head to look at me. Not the baby me, but the dreaming me. He comes closer to me as I try to move. All I am able to do is stare in those yellow eyes of his. What's going on? He stops in front of me. His height is similar to Sam's, so he towers over me.
"Hello, Shelby." He says looking down at me. "Did you like the show?" He smiles evilly. I don't speak, thinking this is all just a dream. I'll wake up. I'll wake up and this will all be just a dream. "Oh, it's a dream, but I figured I'd pop in to speak to you.
"What?" I ask, finally letting sound escape. I look over to the crib to see my dad finally bursting into the room. I watch as he grabs me from my crib and runs out of the house.
"I'm here to talk to you." He says.
"I don't wanna talk to you." I say, not looking at him. "I wanna kill you."
"Oh, poor little Shelby." He starts. "You can't kill me." I snap my eyes back to look at him. "I mean you no harm, child." I scoff at that. "You're a very special girl. Soon, you will realize that."
"Why me?" I ask.
"To be completely honest, you were a test run for a plan I began years after I visited you and your family." He tells me. I know I shouldn't trust him, but my eyes go wide.
"Sam." I whisper.
"Ah, yes. Little Sammy."
"Don't call him that." I hiss angrily at him.
"Oh yes, only you and his brother get to call him that." He smiles at me. The mention of Dean makes me pause. "I have to tell you something else." He says, breaking the silence. "You and him," He reaches to place a hand on my abdomen. "Would have been so happy." My eyes go wide as I pull back.
"You." I breathe out. "You caused it to-" I don't finish my sentence as tears build up in my eyes.
"Yes, I did." He answers snidely. "It wasn't part of my plans. I couldn't risk it." I just stand there is shock. He comes closer to me and whispers in my ear. "It's time to wake up, my dear." He kisses my temple and I snap my eyes open and sit up, breathing heavy.
"Hey, hey. It's alright." I look to the man in front of me, trying to sooth me. "It was just a bad dream." Dean says, rubbing my arm.
"No, no. It was more than that." I say, catching my breath. I look around and notice that I'm sitting in the back of the Impala. Dean is crouched next to the open back door.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asks with a worried expression. I tense up. I can't tell him. Not yet. I shake my head as I take a deep breath.
"No, I'm fine." He looks like he doesn't believe me, but he lets it slide anyway.
"Well, we're here." He says. I look out the windows. It's light out again.
"Where's here, again?" I ask. Dean stands up as I step out of the car.
"Fitchburg, Wisconsin." He says.
"And how did we get a lead here?" I ask.
"Dad sent us coordinates." He answers.
"Alright." I say as I look at the serene little town we're in. "Let's get started."
A/N: I bet you guys can probably guess really close to what she's not telling Dean, now. I wanted to put this in because the next case deals with children. What do you think? I would love to read your reviews.