Monica and Rosie
"Her." Sam suddenly snapped out of it as I frantically shook him in my worry. He was pointing at a woman walking across the street down the sidewalk. It had just recently stopped raining so that misty feeling in the air still clung, the woman carried an umbrella. She was pushing a baby stroller in front of her.
"What about her?" I asked, examining her. There didn't seem to be anything special about her, nothing to warrant sudden attention.
"She's the woman from my vision." Sam said, crossing the street to cut the woman off. "Hi," I quickly followed, stepping up beside him. "Here, let me hold that for you." Talking about the stroller that looked like it would roll off the second she let go. "You look like you don't need that anymore."
"Thanks." The woman said a little too trusting. She let Sam hold the stroller while she closed her umbrella.
I glanced inside the stroller where an infant baby girl was fast asleep. "What a cute baby." I noticed which was odd since I usually didn't pay much attention to children.
"Thanks." The woman smiled pleased, taking control of her stroller again.
"Oh sorry, I'm rude." Sam suddenly said. "I'm Sam and this is my sister Chris." He introduced us. "We just moved up the block." He lied with ease.
"Still have a mountain of boxes to unpack." I went along with it. Even though everything we owned could fit in a few duffle bags in the trunk of the impala.
"I'm Monica." The dark haired woman pulled back the rounded top that kept the sun off her baby. "This is Rosie."
"Rosie?" Sam repeated, smiling down at the sleeping baby. "Hi Rosie." We started a slow walk down the line of large houses.
"So welcome to the neighborhood." Monica said a little too sweetly for my tastes.
But I plastered on s smile anyway. "Thanks, it's been so hard getting used to a new place and meeting people." But that was a lie to since hunters like us moved more often than anyone else in the world, only spending weeks at a time in one town.
"She's just a good baby." Sammy blurted out over Rosie. I looked at him confused, since when was he so interested in babies.
"I know, I mean she, she never cries." Monica said quite proudly. "She just stares at everybody." I bet that was a little unnerving at times. "Sometimes she looks at you and I swear, it's like she's reading your mind." Interesting.
"What about you Monica?" Sam asked and Monica looked confused.
"Have you lived here long?" I clarified.
Monica's expression cleared and she smiled. "My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born."
"And how old is Rosie?" Sam asked. We stopped in front of one of the houses.
"She's six months today." Monica said proudly but my face had frozen. "She's big right?" Monica took in our faces but thought it was surprise instead of worry. "Growing like a weed." With Sam's vision, there was no doubt that this was the family that would be the next attack of the yellow eyed demon.
Seeing her confused look, "Ah, it's nothing." I said quickly.
"Just...take care of yourself, okay?" Sam put a hand on her arm.
Monica slowly nodded. "We'll see you around." She started up the drive just as a station wagon pulled in. "There's daddy!" Monica squealed to Rosie.
Sam buckled and I had head lean on me, using what strength I had so I wouldn't crumble under him. A vision had struck him. Sam was seeing a clock in a nursery stop, a black figure hovering over a crib. Monica walked in and panicked, the figure turned to her. Monica gasp as she was flung by an invisible force against the wall, then she slowly rose to the ceiling. Blood started showing up on her stomach through her white night gown. And then the room burst into flames.
At the motel room, "Still got a headache." I sighed, Sam's head laid in my lap on the bed and he was rubbing his temples. Dean and John sat on the other bed.
"A vision." John said flatly after Dean finished explaining why I practically carried Sam hunched on my back into the motel.
Sam nodded, stopping at the pain. "I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because..." John trailed off in a voice that said he clearly didn't believe it.
"We know what we're talking about." I said defensively, brushing hair off Sam's forehead.
"Besides, these things always happen exactly the way I see them." Sam grunted. I didn't like seeing him like this, all sweaty and shaken.
"It started out as nightmares." Dean stood up. "Then it started happening when he was awake." He went behind the counter, making Sam another coffee.
Sam winched again. "It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get." Sam explained, moaning.
"And the longer were here, the more intense they become." I sighed, running a hand through his sweaty damp hair again.
"Alright." John looked up from his lap. "When were you going to tell me about this?" Sam, Dean and I turned to him, John looking pissed.
"We don't know what it meant." Dean said, taking the coffee cup off the cheap coffee maker.
John turned an accusing glare onto Dean as the eldest of his children. "Something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me."
"Call you?" I demanded angrily.
But now Dean was all worked up, it was after growing a back bone against dad when we were facing the vampires. "Are you kidding me?" Dean snarled. "Dad, I called you from Lawrence, Sam called you when I was dying, heck, even Chris gave it a shot!" He couldn't stop now that he was starting. "I have a better chance at winning the lottery then I do getting you on the phone."