You Are A What

Chapter 35~ When Did I Become Top Priority?

Chapter 35

Taylor's POV

"You said you went to Highschool with Scott?" We went to Scott Carey's house, right now We are asking his father about him. "Uh, yes, sir, I did. I just heard about what happened, I'm so sorry." Sam says. "Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him." I looking around the living room. Pictures were on tables, and walls. "What do you mean by changed?" I ask. "Iit started about a year ago with these headaches. Then he got depressed, paranoid, and nightmares." Sam furrows his brows. "Nightmares? Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw? or.." He trailed off. "No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days." I look to the stairway. "Do you think we could see his room?" I ask. "Sure." The man says getting up from the armchair, walking towards the stairs. Following behind him he leads us to a door. "Here it is. Take your time." He walks back down stairs leaving Sam and I to investigate. Pushing open the wooden door, I take in the room. It contained a bare bed with a sleeping bag, some bookshelves covering in books, and cassette tapes. Walking over to the bedside table their is multiple bottles of pills, they're all prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Putting one of the bottles in my pocket I stand up from my crouching position. Sam has the closet door open staring inside. Going behind him I see that behind all the clothes a collage of yellow eyes cut out of photos or magazines, are glued to the wall. I stare with him creeped out.

We are back at the motel. "Simba, shouldn't you call Dean." I say following him across the parking lot. "Taylor, I know you think this is wrong-" I cut him off. "Shut up." I say rolling my eyes. As we get to the door. I feel a presence following us. I turn grabbing the figure behind me, shoving it against the wall. It is a girl. "Who are you?" I seeth my gun pressed under her chin. "Please! You're in danger." I sigh. "When am I not in danger." I say loosening my grip on her.
"Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way, off the map for me." She talk frantically pacing back, and forth in our room. "All right. Just, calm down. Okay? What's your name?" Sam ask. I still don't trust her. I am sitting behind her gun in hand. "Ava." She says. "Ava?" He ask again. "Ava Wilson." She replies. "Ava. I'm Sam Winchester, and that is Taylor James. All right?" Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours?" He ask. "Uh, yeah. About a year ago I started having these, like, headaches and just nightmares. I guess. I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot." She explains. "How long ago was this?" I ask. "About a month ago, but anyway a couple of days later, I found this." She pulls out a newspaper clipping and hands it to me. It says "LOCAL MAN STABBED TO DEATH IN PARKING LOT" next to picture of Scott Carey. I hand it over to Sam who takes the clipping. "I saw this guy die, Days before it happened. I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. Last night I had another one." She says. "Okay." Sam says. "About you two. I saw you die." Why does the world hate me? I didn't ask to be the top priority of death. "How did you find us?" I ask. "You had motel stationary, and I Googled the motel, and it was real. So, I just thought that I should warn you." Sam sighs rubbing his face and sits on his bed. "I don't believe this." He says. "Of course you don't. I'm a total nutjob." She replies. "Wait. No, I mean you must be one of us." He explains. "Sorry, one of who?" Ava ask confused. "One of the Psychics. Like Sam and I. Look, we both have had those freaky mojo visions too. We're connected." I say putting my gun in the waistband of my pants. She laughs in response. "Okay. So you're nuts. That's great." She says putting a hand on her forehead. "Okay. Look, did your mother happen to die in a house fire?" Sam ask. "No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!" She says appalled. "So you don't fit the pattern either." He mutters.

Sam's POV

We had retrieved Scott's files from Doctor Waxler's office. "Are you okay?" Taylor ask Ava who looked somewhat in shock. "Am I okay?" She replies. "Yeah." Taylor says her eyes shifting to me. "I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!" She exclaims.