•Unwritten•

Five

We'd been driving for about an hour, in silence. Sam was immersed in the pages Dean had handed to him, I could hear the pages flipping over the somewhat tense air around us. I was tired, Guthrie was a few hours away still and I could feel my eyes dropping from the weight of the day already.

I actually quite enjoyed the roadhouse, I thought that it was going to be a tense atmosphere but Ellen and Jo had made me feel welcome and it was a pretty nice experience. Dean started tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, then began humming a familiar tune.

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..." Sam's head snapped towards his brother and I stifled a laugh at him.

"You're kidding right?"

Dean gave him a look of annoyance. "I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man. Whaddya got?"

Sam chuckled before putting his focus back on the paper in his hands and let out a exasperated sigh.

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like us." He looked back at me to make sure I was listening. "Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like us." He pressed his lips together and I reached into my bag pulling out my bottle of water, taking a long sip.

"You think the demon killed his mother too?" I asked leaning forward slightly.

"Sure looks like it." He replied and I nodded. Something inside me was unsettled, since leaving with the boys this morning I hadn't seen one singular spirit. Given we'd been on the road most of the day I hadn't thought much of it but thinking deeper, on average I saw tons of spirits every day. When I walked to the library, when I drove to the store, even when I just looked out of the window in my house. I debated on mentioning it to the boys but decided not too, it probably didn't mean anything.

"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed again and I leant forward closer, I wanted to know the answer to this as-well.

"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" I looked over to gauge deans reaction to the name. Sam had briefly mentioned Max earlier on, and I was intrigued to know the full story. If there were more kids like me and Sam out there I wanted to know them, I wanted to know their circumstances. Dean looked to his brother and raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." He retorted.

"The point is he was killing people. And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy." Sam snapped back and a wave of sadness filled me as I started to wonder whether the reason they'd turned back up to my house was for something similar. Could Sam have lied about his intentions bringing me along with them? Did he have a vision about me too?

"Did you have a vision about me?" I asked, not realising I'd spoken my mind until afterwards. Dean continued looking straight at the road but Sam shifted so that he could see me. "No." He looked at me pitifully. "I haven't had any visions about you, just this feeling that we're connected." He assured and I nodded hoping that he was telling the truth.

"How do we find him?" Dean changed the subject and I leant back into the backseat of the impala, bringing my water to my lips again.

"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean added.

Sam shook his head. "None in the system. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."