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♆ 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

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I'm in the water. I'm swimming towards the angelic voice, enticing me with a song. I swim faster towards the rock the voice is coming from, but I'm jerked back. Something is pulling me down, and I thrash in their grip. I want them to let go of me. I can hear the melodic singing drawing me in. I'm almost there, the singing getting louder and louder as I approach them. Before I can touch the rock's surface, my ankle is pulled down harshly, and turned around to see sea-green eyes boring into mine.

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LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK

MAY 2003

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MY BODY JERKS AWAKE. I sit up, and I can feel my neck caked in sweat, and I am slightly panting. I groan quietly as I fall back onto the stiff motel couch I was sleeping in. I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand between the two queen beds that Dean and Dad were sleeping in, the red numbers reading 3:45 AM.

I turned my gaze to look at the popcorn ceiling that the motel had and sighed heavily. I wiped at the sweat slowly drying on my neck, grimacing at the feeling and wiping it on the hand-me-down pajamas I wore to bed. I sighed deeply as I continued to stare at the ceiling, afraid to fall asleep, fearing that I'd get another nightmare when I fell asleep.

I've had nightmares before. I usually get them after Dean and Dad had a bad hunt, but this one felt different. It felt more real than any other nightmare that I've had. I move my ankle slightly, feeling the phantom touch of someone pulling on it. I take a deep breath before rubbing my face and turning to face the back of the couch, studying the floral print of it. Before I knew it, sleep tugged at my eyelids, and I luckily fell into a dreamless sleep.

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A warm hand rubs at my shoulder, making me stir. I shrug it off, wanting to keep sleeping. The couch dipped; someone was sitting on it, and I could hear the low chuckle of my older brother. He brushes the mess of my hair from my face.

"You gotta get up, Mavy. Me and Dad let you sleep in."

I groan at his words and tug the blanket I had tighter around me, shutting my eyes even tighter. I could feel Dean's eyes roll at me. He sits up from the couch and rips my blanket off my body. The cold, motel air hits my body, making me yelp. I sit up quickly and glare at Dean's smug smile on his face.

"Get up, squirt! We leave in 15." His words irritated me. As much as I loved Dean, his cheerful tone could be annoying in the morning. Though he wasn't a morning person, I assume he's been up for a while and had coffee.

I glanced at the clock. It read 8:34 AM, and I scowled at it. I was used to waking up early when Dad and Dean were hunting, but they weren't on a hunt, and considering the nightmare I had last night, I was hoping I could sleep in. I rub my eyes tiredly as I get up and grab my clothes to change.

"How long will it take to get us to get there?" I ask Dean as I look around the motel room, seeing that Dad and Dean packed their things.

"Give or take an hour to an hour and a half."

"Where's Dad?" I ask, not seeing him in the room.

"Packing the car." I nod at his answers and grab my bag to dig for a change of clothes. I picked out some denim shorts and an old red raglan t-shirt of Sam's when he was younger and went into the bathroom to change.