Nightmares... | By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sam watched in silence as Dean continued the casual conversation with the young woman, who strangely enough, didn’t seem to be buying it. Finally, someone else who can see through Dean’s act. Sam thought with a slight smile and took another drink of the coffee…which, with every new sip, tasted even better then the last.
It was crazy…there he was, within walking distance of a woman he had shared a vision with, chatting with his charming older brother. Sam inwardly hoped she didn’t remember the vision. It was a horrible one that he, himself, tried desperately to block from his mind. But even though it was just the one time a few weeks ago that he had it… The vision began to repeat itself…and every time it did, it was more realistic…and more terrifying. Just the other night, it hit him like a ton of bricks and he woke up with a jolt. He’d never felt a vision like this…it was so real. Every touch of her skin, the taste of her lips…and then the horrible darkness that engulfed him. A part of him was trapped as he witnessed himself attacking Cat as though she was worthless. Sam was chilled to the bone as he remembered how good it felt to lick the blood away from her trembling lips…
“Hey Sammy!” Dean’s voice suddenly pulled him from his train of thoughts and looked up, only to see Dean approaching…with Cat right along side.
Shit… Sam spat inwardly and took a very long drink of his coffee, trying to find some courage within the depths of himself as they were only a few feet away.
“Cat, this is my little brother Sam.” Dean introduced as Sam stood up from the bench table and tried to smile at Cat. “Sam, this is Cat.”
Cat’s eyes narrowed as Sam offered his hand in greeting. She couldn’t put her finger on it…that bad feeling welling up in the back of her throat. She shrugged it off, took his hand in hers and gave it a firm shake and released it quickly when she felt a sharp spark of electricity surge from his flesh through hers. “Nice to meet you Sam…” She let his name roll off the tip of her tongue and felt a slight tingle of familiarity as she said it. Why do I know that name? Ok Cat…just chill. Don’t worry about it right now…but why does it sound so fucking familiar?
Dean stood back and watched as his little brother and Cat locked eyes and shared an odd expression. The air suddenly became tense with an unknown energy that caused the fine hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end…which was never a good thing. “I was just talking to her about her Blue Impala…”
“Metallic Blue, and her name is Rachel.” Cat corrected Dean with a smile and tried to keep her eyes away from Sam. “Apparently they’re sisters…same year.”
“Really?” Sam finally said and Cat nodded, crossing her arms loosely across her chest as a few waves of liquid fire danced passed her stomach. He had to swallow the small lump in the back of his throat at how her natural beauty started to capture him.
“Ok I’m going to be honest…” Cat began and canted her head to the side, glancing at the brothers with calculating eyes. “You two don’t seem to be from around here and you don’t look like tourists.”
“What makes you say that?” Dean chimed with his infamous smart ass smirk when her brow raised inquisitively.
“Well, for one… Randomly stopping into Star Bucks, getting the same drink as me, and then suddenly popping up here at the cliffs?” Cat paused as a slight breeze suddenly kicked up around them, tossing a few leaves around their feet. “It sounds like you’ve been tracking me.”
Both brothers were brought aback at this statement and for a moment, were rendered speechless as a gush of wind kicked up, whipped through her hair and suddenly died down. Sam and Dean shared knowing looks and then gazed back at Cat, who hadn’t seen the strange air phenomenon.
“Well?” She inquired, brows raised, a look that oozed with a silent defiance as she waited for an answer. “Look guys, I don’t know what’s going on…but if you two are some kind stalkers…”
This is where Sam decided to speak up, cutting her off before she could finish. “Cat wait.” He said in a calm tone and raised his hands, his left holding the coffee, in a motion indicating that they weren’t going to hurt her. “We’re not stalkers or creeps. We’re actually…” He trailed off, a crease in his brow as he looked to Dean for a moment and then an idea hit him and he brought his eyes back to Cat. “…uh…ghost hunters.” He paused and saw Dean’s eyes widen accusingly. “We’ve been traveling from place to place, looking for haunted areas and… I actually found your name on a website about this certain area a few weeks back.”
“My name?” She repeated in question slowly and canted her head to the side. “What website?”
“Paranormal phenomenon of the west coast.” Sam answered honestly and let his hands rest close to his sides, well…after he took another drink of his coffee.
A look of realization dawned across her intense features and she let out a soft laugh. “Wait…you’re Silent Wanderer, right?”
Dean was just standing there, watching the events unfold before him with a funny look on his face…what was even funnier, is that he had nothing to say.
A smile of relief etched its way across Sam’s lips, “yea…I’m the one who sent you that email.”
Cat nodded, put a hand to her head and gave a slight shake as she smiled. “If you had sent me a picture of yourself or told me you were coming out here I wouldn’t have been so damned paranoid.” She explained with a lighter, more playful tone and brought her gaze back to him. “And you never told me you had a brother.”
“He didn’t, eh?” Dean finally chimed while giving his brother a glare only Sam could understand. “He probably didn’t want any competition, seeing as I’m older and better looking.”
Cat looked at Dean as he grinned and gave him a smirk. “The older part I get, but better looking?” She let her words trail off and watched the smirk melt away from his features. Cat chuckled, “you’re both good looking, but you don’t need me to tell you that.”
Sam grew a slight smile and hid it from Dean by taking another drink of his coffee. When Dean looked to his brother, Sam merely shrugged and bit back the grin that was fighting to devour his lips. “So Cat, what do you do on the paranormal site?” Dean asked the obvious question, seeing as no one was willing to let him in on what was going on between them.
“I’m one of the site founders and moderators. I go over sightings, reports, eye-witness accounts, things like that.” Cat began and paused to take a drink of her coffee, swallowed and let out a small rush of air from the heat pooling in her stomach. “I’m also a…” Her voice cut off as she stopped the thought from forming into words. Watch yourself woman…can’t let your guard down. “…an investigator. I go out and try to debunk things, usually urban legends and myths told by drunk frat boys that think it’s funny. But sometimes I get dropped an anonymous tip about some real shit…and man, the things I’ve seen…”
“Like what?” Dean said while crossing his arms close to his chest, leaning on his left leg, almost amused. She probably thinks those little dust particles in pictures are orbs… Whoop-dee-fuckin’-do. Dean chimed silently to himself and waited for her answer, an arrogant aura surrounding his body.
“Oh, for instance…” She couldn’t help herself, it was a silent challenge and there was no way she was going to let that slide. “I know that in most pictures, with orbs, they’re just Dust Particles. Or Pollen, or even Moisture, and rain drops. I don’t give any relevance to orbs in pictures. There was one time, somewhere in Indiana, I went to a popular haunt site. All I can tell you is that I never really believed ghosts, or spirits mind you, could physically manifest. Oh boy was I wrong. Walking around an outdoor mausoleum after witching hour, and having the shadow figure of man walking toward you…tends to change your outlook on things.”
Sam’s attention perked. “What happened?”
A sweet smile dawned across her lips. “I was startled obviously, but the really cool thing was… He paused, almost jumped himself, and tipped what seemed to be a hat at me in apology. I said aloud that it was ok, he just scared me…and then he nodded and vanished. Next thing I knew, I saw smaller shapes running around me and the very faint laughter of children.” Cat paused, remembering the experience with a smile. “It still makes me smile to think about it.”
Dean had an odd look on his face with a hint of an impressed smile on his lips. Sam looked to his brother, an obvious smile on his handsome features. “She’s like us, Dean.” Sam said in a low voice, thinking it was only loud enough for Dean to hear.
Cat caught the comment but made a point to keep to herself. There were so many things about her…strange things, that she could never tell anyone. There was deep struggle within herself… A faint voice telling her to trust them, while another voice, which was more of an angry animal growl, warned her to stay on guard. That there was something about the younger brother, something about Sam…that was threatening. But the weird thing was that it wasn’t Sam her instincts were worried about…it was something around Sam…something in the air, dancing within the silence…just waiting. It made skin crawl.
Suddenly a cell phone went off…it was Dean's. “Dean speaking.” He answered and made a few grunts, probably his way of saying yes. “Alright, see you there.”
Sam furrowed his brow. “Who was that?”
“That, Sammy…” Dean sighed, placed his phone back in his pocket and grinned. “…was a Britney, and she just invited me over.”
Both Cat and Sam just looked at him with raised brows. “Britney?” Sam repeated the name in an almost amused tone of voice. He was getting the visual of some bleach blonde bunny…
“Yup, Britney.” Dean chimed with a sigh and nodded to Cat. “It was nice meeting you Cat, I’m sure we’ll catch up later.” He then looked to Sam and smacked him on the shoulder. “Have fun Sammy.”
Sam’s jaw dropped as Dean started to walk away. He wasn’t getting away that easy. “Whoa,” Sam exclaimed and grabbed Dean by the arm, forcing him to look Sam in the eyes. “Dude…where the hell am I supposed to go?” He asked softly and watched Dean’s eyes sparkle as a slow grin began to eat at his lips. Sam shook his head, “no Dean!” He barked softly and was silenced when Dean walked passed him to Cat.
“Hey I hate to ask, but do you think Sammy could crash with you tonight? He’s house trained and everything.”
Cat considered the options and noticed Sam clenching his jaws, obviously angry at his brother for pawning him off the first chance he got. “It’s fine with me, as long as Sam’s ok with it.” She replied and looked over to Sam as Dean walked over to him, and wrapped his arm around Sam’s shoulders.
“Of course he’s ok with it!” Dean looked Sam in the eyes, “aren’t ya Sammy?”
Stone expression, eyes sparkling with anger, Sam merely cleared his throat and spoke carefully through clenched teeth. “Yea… I’m fine with it.” He replied when Dean gave him a slight shake, indicating for him to lighten up. Sam let out a sigh and put a hand to his forehead, let it fall back to his side and gave a weak smile of defeat.
“Good boy, Sammy.” Dean chimed sarcastically, messing up Sam’s hair with his hand and started walking off. “Have fun you two!” He called back to them before breaking into a run toward the Impala. Sam and Cat watched as Dean got into the Car, revved the engine and sped off down the street. The sound of Nickelback’s “Animals” blasting through the speakers out into the open air.
“Your brother’s a handful.” Cat mused with a slight smile on her lips, catching Sam’s attention.
“That would be an understatement.” Sam replied in a gruff voice and ran his free hand through his hair, subconsciously fixing it after Dean messed it up. “Hey, you know…you could just drop me off at the closest motel around here…”
Cat waved her hand dismissal. “Nope. Sorry Sam but you’re stuck with me. Besides…” She trailed off and took a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes. “…our cheapest motels are about as expensive as a motel six and those aren’t cheap either.”
“It’s not fair to you. I mean, you hardly know me, and my brilliant brother just drops me on you.” Sam explained apologetically but had a feeling she woouldn't budge.
“Honestly? I have big house, a lot of rooms, and only myself and my kids.”
Sam stopped and blinked. “Kids?”
Cat let out a laugh. “My kids is another term for…my furry companions. They’re nearly human sized but walk on all fours. They won’t mind you, as long as you don’t try anything funny.”
Sam smiled at that. “No funny stuff, I promise.”
“Good.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Just so you know, they’re a little intimidating at first.”
A slight crease danced through his brow. “How so?”
Cat pressed her lips together thoughtfully and then worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Uh…well, you’ll see when we get there.” She replied and gave him a warm smile, hoping that he would just wait and see for himself.
Sam got the point and nodded. “I’m fine with that. Um, I have question…”
“Go for it.” She stated and took another drink of her half full coffee.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to word it without sounding obvious, so he thought carefully and let his words spill forth with a casual tone. “Your boyfriend won’t mind, will he?”
A sudden burst of full bellied laughter soared from her lips as her head fell back. Cat had to physically calm herself down before tears squeezed out of her eyes. “Oh wow…I’m sorry.” She said between giggles and fought to catch her breath. “No, nothing to worry about. I am a female bachelor…have been for quite some time.” Cat explained, the smile on her face wide and filled with joy.
Sam let out a soft laugh, mostly at himself and in relief. “Ok good, just wanted to make sure.”
“That was a very creative way of asking me if I was single... I like that.” Cat murmured with a softer tone and met his gaze, which flickered with a quiet emotion she knew all too well. The first signs of a crush. Which was…really nice, seeing as she was more then happy to share his company for the night. Hands down, Sam was very sexy. But of course she wouldn’t just tell him that…sober anyway.
“So, shall we?” Cat exclaimed and started walking toward the small parking lot, away from the cliffs. She stopped and waited for him as he followed suit, a cute smile dancing on his lips.
-End Chapter Two-
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