Damaged

Chapter Seventy-Two: Heaven?

     The dream I was experiencing was so vivid, as if I was truly there in the room with the boys. It had been a few weeks since I had seen them last. And now I was dreaming about them, it wasn't the sexy type dream, but it was still about them. My sight was upon both Dean and Sam - I was a spectator in this motel room. Two guys held them at gunpoint. There was no audio, their lips moved, but no sound came to my ears.

Suddenly, the man that held Sam at gunpoint shot him, bloo sprouted from the shotgun shells in his chest, and he was shot twice. I let out a painful, ear-piercing scream, the thing was, even that was not audible. I could see him lying on the bed, blood rushing out of him, and I knew he was dead. My sight turned to Dean, and the same guy who shot Sam also shot Dean. Another - non audible - scream left my mouth. Something inside of me shattered, and I felt cold and empty, as if a piece of me died with them.

I shot up from my bed, a cold sweat poured from my forehead, shivers ran down my spine, as I could still feel the emptiness I felt in the dream. My breathing was erratic and I couldn't get it under control. My heart was racing like a race-horse, I could feel it in my throat. It was so real, and it scared me. I fumbled to grab my phone from the bedside table, and went to find Dean's phone number and began to call it. I put the phone to my ear, and hear the dialing tone. It just rang, and rang, until the voicemail came up. Hastily, I brought the phone back into my sights, and tried Sam's number, but again it did the same. I groaned in frustration, and threw my phone on the bed. I swiped my hair from my face, before throwing back the silk covers, and rushing off the bed. I had to find the boys before this came to pass.

The feeling I had, it was like death's cold hand was already clutching at me. And it wasn't going to let me go.

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Finding the Winchesters became second nature by now, and seeing the Impala parked in a shabby motel was a sight for sore eyes. I asked at the front desk which room they were in, and went there. All the way there I felt dread, and an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling I had in the dream lingered with me. I opened the door and entered the room, and my eyes immediately went to the beds, and I saw the legs of Dean and Sam. Each step I took with care, and I came to witness the sight I saw in my dream. I gasped, as my hand flew to my mouth to muffle it. I couldn't believe it, there were no hearts beating. They were truly dead.

"Sam!" I rushed over to Sam, his eyes closed. I grabbed him by his shoulders, and cradled him. "Wake up Sam! Wake up!" My voice trembled, and my heart began to hurt. A sharp pain, a feeling that I hadn't felt since my Mother died. "Wake up!" I shook him but he did not move. Tears began to swell in my eyes, clouding my vision briefly as I blinked the tears away.

Then it struck me. They were too important to be kept dead, the Angels will bring them back. But how long will that take? I couldn't take that chance. I placed Sam back in his position, and moved to get off the bed. Coming to the end of the twin beds, seeing Dean lay on his back. His eyes still open, but lifeless. I couldn't bear to look at him. I held my hands out as if I was holding a book, suddenly, a cloud of black smoke covered my hands and dispersed as quick as it came. Sat in my hands was my Grimoire, I didn't waste any time and ripped open the book. I began to flick through the yellow aged pages to find a spell that I knew was in here. After my Mother's death, I combed through the Grimoire in search for spells that could help me bring her back. But she wasn't into dark magic, she believed in nature and what witches stood for.