He was running through the woods faster than he could ever remember running before. It was cold enough that his breath was fogging up around his face and if he stayed still long enough, it could have fogged up his glasses. But he was running too fast for that to matter.
He tried to keep an ear listening to for movement behind him but over the pounding in is ears, it was near impossible. He slowed to listen- he couldn't hear a thing. It was like he was alone. He turned to look into the night but couldn't see what it was chasing him. He turned back- better to keep moving.
Not even having taken a step, he heard the snap of a branch behind him. It was right there and starting up again.
The stich in his side was already throbbing as he started climbing over fallen trees again.
He was looking over his shoulder, trying to see how close the thing was when he hit something solid. Taking two steps back, he frowned. It was a house, but not any house. No, it was the old one from back in Kansas all those years ago. The one where mom was murdered in. The one that should not have been anywhere near woods.
Even though it didn't make sense, he ran inside. Anything was better than being out in the woods right now.
It was the same. The exact same as he remembered it when dad had finally moved them out about a year and a half the incident. It was the same right down to the dust bunnies in the corner of the room.
"Spencer, Honey?" A voice called. It was the voice of an angel. He felt that it was familiar somehow. Like he had heard it before and knew who it belonged to somewhere deep in his memories.
He could hear footsteps coming from the other room and he tensed.
The face that came around the corner was one he never expected to ever see again.
"Mom?" his voice sounded small.
"Hey, Silly, what are you doing out of bed?" she asked sweetly.
Spencer shook his head. He couldn't feel the usual swish of his hair. He looked down at himself. It was impossible but he was six again.
What was going on?
"Come here, Baby," she said squatting down.
He hesitated to assess the situation. She was after all his mother. She was just like he remembered seeing her last. Golden hair flowing, looking tired after having spent the day looking after three boys. She was wearing her favorite white night gown.
She opened her arms wide and it looked inviting.
He hadn't felt his mother's warm embrace in years and he yearned for it but for some reason he couldn't trust it.
His legs moved against his will into her arms. She lifted him off the ground to carry him up the stairs all the while, she started humming Hey Jude. "Do you want to sleep in Sammy's room?" she paused long enough to ask.
He could feel himself nodding and his eyes drooping. Mom had gone back to humming as she opened the door. They had moved Spencer into Dean's room with a child sized bed while they had kept a second toddler's one in Sammy's nursery for when he was old enough.
She had just laid him in bed and covered him up when she whispered, "Angels are watching over you," and gently kissing him on the forehead.
The way everything was playing out gave Spencer a sense of Déjà vu. She was leaving the room when he realized why he remembered that night. Even if he was older than when it actually happened, the events were just the same. This was then night that Mary Winchester died. He began to panic. He had never told anyone, but there were parts of that night that he did remember. His eidetic memory not letting him forget. It was after that point that his mind had 'covered it with scar tissue to lessen the pain' of what happened so that he could 'remain sane.'
He got out of the bed when he knew what was going to happen next and he ran- down the stairs and out the door, back into the woods. He had been wrong before- being back in that house was way worse than anything in the dark night.
The creature had been waiting for him to return. And as soon as Spencer had set foot on the dirt ground, it gave chase. He had continued to run. Roots were jumping out from the ground, trying to grab his foot and trip him up. One managed to do just that.
He rolled over so he was on his back and sat up, there were glowing red eyes inches from his face. Teeth that were sharper than knives were brandished. He was trapped. Even though he couldn't see, he could tell that it was preparing to pounce at him. And true to his thoughts, it started the leap, but before it could get a hold of him…
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…He bolted up in bed. Cold sweat was covering his body and he began to shiver. The sheets that had covered him were spewed around the room evident of the restless sleep. He was breathing as heavily as if he had actually been running like in the nightmare, his heart rate just the same.
He needed to calm down but it felt impossible at the moment. It the last nightmare he had with his mom being in it was when he was eight and Dean had been there to comfort him and tell him that mom was in Heaven and that 'angles really were watching him.'
It was minutes later when his vitals had returned to normal. He looked at the clock on his nightstand, '3:36.' There was no way he would be able to get any more sleep that night, no matter how exhausted he felt.
He could tell his life was changing again and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Spencer let out a sigh and stood from the sweat soaked bed and grabbed a blanket off the floor.
He continued on to the living room to set up a make-shift bed on the couch and watch whatever mind numbing show was on TV.
The rest of the day was going to be a long one.
A/N: Sorry, I would have updated yesterday but I ended up spending the night over at my Grandma's and without internet access. I do plan on updating tomorrow like I would have though. I hope you liked the chapter, I'm hoping to have a few chapters to lead into 'The Popular Kids' when it comes time to. High five to anyone who got the quote I was referencing :) Thanks to everyone who reviewed, your opinions are always welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thanks to everyone who has read this, favored it, and alerted it. I swear it means the world. Please let me know what you think, how I can improve, anything, even just a few words. I thank you all!