Is This Even Possible?

Insomnia

Back for Chapter Five.

You know, I just started this story, well writing it just a matter of three days ago, and I'm already on chapter five.

I have no life.

But for you people, I'm going to try to accomplish completing my second story in a month.

I'm scared.

Don't kill me.

Chapter Five

Insomnia

July 23rd, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas - The Red Baron's Motel - 5:45 AM

Dean couldn't sleep. So therefore, for the fifth night in a row, he got up out of bed with no sleep, made himself a pot of coffee and proceeded to search the internet for any sighting of demon omens. He couldn't sleep, not since that voice had whispered in his head.

He knew what was after him. A hoard of fucking demons, that's who. Why? He was a dimension traveler. All sorts of supernatural creatures would love to get their hands on him. A dimension traveler would go for top dollar in the supernatural market.

As the coffee pot dinged, Dean poured himself a cup mechanically. He was on auto pilot. For the last five days, he had sealed himself in the safety and comfort of the dingy motel room and letting his mind and body heal.

Yes, his mind was still reeling from actually talking to SAM, his Sammy. He sounded better than he could have imagined. And to actually hold semi-decent conversations with him made him cry a little on the inside.

His body refused to do any over-taxing tasks. Where he had rescued the children from the house, after it had went up in flames, his body was filled up with adrenaline. He didn't even register that he had burned majorly in the process of removing the children. A burn mark started at Deans right shoulder and went down to about two inches above his navel and it was also about three inches wide in general.

So Dean spent the last few days resting and recovering. Luckily, today his body seemed to be feeling ten times better and he was able to move without the slightest wince or grimace in pain.

The demons. They're still here. These thoughts rushing through his head for the past couple of days made him pack up all of his shit, stuff it into the back of the older version of his baby and race out of the motel parking lot and back into the heart of Lawrence, Kansas.

July 23rd, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas - Tony's Diner - 9:30 AM

Jim sat at an empty booth in the diner, eyes skimming over the newspaper with a lack of interest. Ever since that attack a couple of nights ago at the Parkinsons', he wasn't interested into any of the normal human being news. He was too worried about this attack.

A Yellow-eyed Demon? Was it even possible? Does a demon like that even exist? It had too, as Dean knew what he was doing.

Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. Jim thought as a weary Dean entered the diner, a scowl etched permanently on his face. Dean's eyes flickered around the diner for a moment before they landed on him and Jim watched as Dean's eyes became more and more exhausted with every step he took.

Dean sat down heavily without a care, not even noticing the look that Jim gave him.

"Dude, have you even been sleeping? Because it sure looks like you haven't been." A look from Dean was all it took to convince Jim that he was correct.

"Damn it Dean! We need you focused and sharp on this! Lives depend on it apparently! We don't need you fatigued and barely into the hunt! You could get yourself, or both of us, severely hurt!" Jim barely spoke harshly, but when he did, he meant it. This wasn't a joking matter.

And it seemed like Jim's word worked on Dean.

"Right, right." Dean muttered, a hand running down his face.

"What's going on, man? Anything I can help with?" Jim asked, worry racing through his body.

"It's just...the other night, at the Parkinsons', a voice echoed in my head."

Neither of them spoke for a minute.

"It said that they were coming for me. And that I needed to be prepared. And I swear man, when I looked into that blazing pile of fire, I swore I saw Azazel standing the flames, looking straight at me." Dean said, his eyes staring down at the table, lost in his own memories.

"Dude, maybe you were hallucinating. I mean, you did have a crazy night that night. You could've died man. I think any sane person would have been seeing stuff." Jim said, though he knew that he wasn't. Jim just knew that Dean saw what he said he had saw. Because Jim had saw it too. Not that he had some voice whispered in his ear but he saw the man, and the man was standing the flames, staring right at Dean. It stared at him like...like he was searching his soul, where he came from, right down to the place where he became Dean.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe." Dean muttered and ran another hand down his face, panic racing through his veins, yet he didn't allow it to be seen.

"Look." Jim looked up at Dean as he spoke. "I'm going to head to the library to search up on an crazy urban legends that happen to be around here. It seems as if we're going to be here for some time, so we might as well do some hunts while we're at it." And with that, Dean was up and walking stiffly to the door. Dean stopped halfway before looking back at Jim.

"Oh, and Jim?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Make sure to salt everything. You can never be too sure." Ten seconds later, Dean Harvelle was no where to be seen.

Jim shook his head, and looked down at his half-eaten breakfast.

Dean was right. You can never be too sure. Jim laid a ten down on the table before walking out of the diner and to his car.

He was going to research this demon, and find out everything, whether Dean wanted him too or not.

So, this chapter was shorter but next chapter, there is going to be a hunt involving Dean and Jim. It's still going to be in Lawrence but it's something they didn't expect to find in Lawrence at all.

So, I hope you stick around and like this story.

I can't believe that I've wrote five chapters in about three days. That's crazy. Yes, they're somewhat short. But I promise. I will try to make the next chapter triple the amount of words this one is.

See you next time!

Byeee.