(AN: Hey guys, you didn't think we would leave you hanging off that cliff for long, did you? Nah. So, here you go.)
Chapter 9
Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes. Woah, that was vivid. Almost like a vision. He shook his head. It wasn't a vision. He could tell- visions haunted him for days after he had them, but this was already fading from his mind.
Marissa... No... Clarissa... Alyssa. That's what her name had been... Or had it? He didn't remember.
While he had been dreaming it had all felt so real, so satisfying, but once he woke up he couldn't even remember what she looked like. He stood up slowly and glanced at dean.
"Dean. Wake up." He said , shaking his brother's shoulder gently.
Dean groaned. "What? What?"
"Do we know a hunter named Alyssa Fenton?"
"You woke me up to ask me about a girl?"
"Dean, just tell me."
Dean sighed. "No, we do not know a hunter named Alyssa Fenton."
He frowned. Had he gotten the name wrong? Maybe the girl's name wasn't... What was her name? Oh yeah, Marissa Alten. No... He didn't remember.
"Dean, what was the name of the girl I just asked you about?"
The elder Winchester sighed. "I don't know, Sam... Just go to sleep. You don't need the name to have a dream about them."
"No, I know, but that's not what I- nevermind."
"What's going on, Sam?" Dean asked as he sat up.
"Nothing, Dean. It was just a dream. A really... Vivid dream."
"About what?"
Sam hesitated before responding slowly. "I... I don't really remember."
"Then what do you remember?"
Sam shook his head and lowered himself back down to the mattress. "I don't know... I remember her car."
"Her car?"
"Yeah, a 1970 Challenger. Midnight blue."
Dean nodded. "At least you have a good taste in dream cars."
Sam rolled his eyes. "There is one other thing. Something happened, and whoever she was and I spent the night in her car."
Dean smirked. "So the windows got all steamy did they?"
"No, actually. She slept in the passenger seat while I slept in the back... But when we woke up... Her hand was on my thigh, and the other was in my hair." He frowned. "And... I think.. I think her head was on my hip."
"That's it? Nothing else you remember?"
"No, Dean." Sam sighed. "Just drop it. It was just a stupid dream. It didn't mean anything."
Even as he said it, he knew he was missing something. But it probably didn't matter.
And someone, somewhere was smiling at the irony of it all; a cruel kind of smirk that suggest there was something bigger at play. The kind of smirk that suggests a game played in the dark, a game of chance, a game who's rules were known only by the dealer, and the dealer's smile was this.
And while all was not well, it was all part of something bigger, and the focus just slipped to something new and all was as usual.