Life As A Winchester Sister: Season 2

Croatoan Pt 1

We didn't have much to do for the next few days. No strange deaths or anything supernatural like in the papers. We had stopped at a random motel for the night. I wish I could say I had a peaceful sleep, but... no. However, I had a new nightmare to keep me up. Ever since Dean almost sold his soul, I have had dreams of him dying... ripped apart by hell hounds. 

 Tonight was no different. Right as Dean was torn into, I screamed and sat up in the motel bed. I blinked, looking around in the dark. Sam was in the bed next to me, fast asleep. I looked beside me, seeing Dean still fast asleep. How the heck did he not wake up? I grabbed his arm and shook it, needing to see him awake to calm down.

 "What... what is it?" Dean asked, his voice hoarse from sleeping. He rolled over on his back, and opened his eyes a hair. When he saw my fast breathing and tear-stained face, he woke up fully. He sat up and took my head in his hands. "Cheyenne... what's wrong?" He asked, with a little more force.

 "Nightmare," I stated, looking into his eyes. "You... you were killed..." I spoke slowly. He used his thumbs to wipe my tears. 

"Sweetheart... I'm okay," He told me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me. He did the same, squeezing me tight. I felt him kiss my head. We stayed like that for a minute, before he pulled away slightly. 

 "Since we're both up... how about we go grab some food?" He asked, an arm still around me. I nodded. "Alrighty, get dressed then."

 A few minutes later we were at the convenience store. I grabbed a drink and some chips. I looked over and saw Dean holding a six pack of beer and some beef jerky. I rolled my eyes. 

 "What?" He asked. 

 "You can't get one healthy thing, can you?" I questioned. 

 "Whatever, let's pay," He stated.

We paid for our food and got back in the impala. I looked over at Dean, who yawned. "Sorry for waking you up."

 He glanced over at me. "What did I say about saying sorry about that?" He asked. I was silent, knowing what he had said. "As long as you aren't crying and panicking... then I'm okay."

 I nodded. By now, we got back to the motel. When we walked in, I didn't see Sam on the bed. Maybe he was in the restroom. Suddenly, he popped up from beside the bed. 

"Sam?" Dean asked. Sam didn't say anything. He was breathing heavy. I shared a concerned look with Dean. 

Next thing I know, we are back out on the road. Apparently, Sam had another vision. Dean had killed someone in it, because something was inside the man. I didn't really understand to be honest.

 Sam held his phone, which was calling out directions. "Continue on OR-224 West," The robotic voice spoke. 

"There are only two towns in the U.S. named Rivergrove," Sam told us. 

"How are you so sure it's the one in the Oregon?" I asked, looking over at his phone. 

He was silent for a second, trying to remember. "There was a picture."

"Okay, what else?" Dean questioned. 

"I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair," He explained, again. 

 "And I ventilated him?" Dean asked. I shook at this. Thinking about Dean just shooting someone in the head like that. 

 "Yeah," Sam nodded. "You thought there was something inside him."