Sam, who was lying on the floor beside a motel bed and coming out of a vision. The door opened and Dean and I entered, Dean chewing on jerky and me carrying a six-pack of beer. Sam sat up, panting. I gave him a weird look.
"Sam?" Dean asked.
"No..." Sam said.
Dean was driving, Sam navigating with a GPS device which spoke directions.
"Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West." the gps said.
"There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove." Sam said.
"How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?" I asked. Sam had a flashback to the vision— a Oregon poster on the wall.
"There was a picture. Crater Lake." Sam said.
"Okay, what else?" Dean asked.
"I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair." Sam said.
"And I ventilated him?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. You thought there was something inside him." Sam said.
"What, a demon? Was he possessed?" I asked.
"I don't know." Sam said.
"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow ... so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcize it?" Dean asked.
"No. Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it." Sam said.
"Well, I'm sure he had a good reason." I said.
"I sure hope so." Sam said.
"What does that mean? I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." Dean said. Sam raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't!"
"I never said you would!" Sam yelled back.
"Fine!" Dean yelled.
"Fine!" Sam yelled.
"Y'all done?" I asked, annoyed. Everyone was silent for a minute. "Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So let's find him, and see what's what."
"Fine." Dean said.
"Fine." Sam said.
We pulled into town past a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. We pulled up in front of a wooden shop; out front the older man from the vision was cleaning a rifle; he wore a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest. Sam, Dean, and I got out and approached him.
"Morning." Dean said.
"Good morning. Can I help you?" Mark asked.
"Yeah." Dean said and pulled out a badge.
"Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, Susan Smith. U.S. Marshals." Dean said.
"What's this about?" Mark asked.
"We're looking for someone." I said.
"A young man, early twenties." Sam said and he flashed back to his vision.
"He'd have a... a thin scar right below his hairline." Sam said.
"What'd he do?" Mark asked.
"Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us." Sam said.
"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet." Dean said. He glanced down at Mark's left arm, which showed a distinctive tattoo.
"I think maybe you know who he is ... Master Sergeant." Dean said and smiled. "My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal."
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Don't Leave Me-SPN S2
FanfictionAfter John's death, Sam, Dean, and Ali are more determined to find the demon that killed their family. All of their connections become stronger as they navigate this new world without John Winchester. Feelings flow and secrets are revealed. I DO NO...
