𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 is the daughter of John Winchester, half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester. Her mother remains unknown, mainly because John can't seem to recall her - all he can remember is the colour of her hair, which also repres...
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[ tw: mentions of child abuse ]
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𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔 ―୨୧⋆ ˚ MARLEY'S POV
𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐖, 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍 because Sam had another freaky premonition. Dean doesn't hesitate to drive us over here, but when we arrive, we discover that we're too late— we can't save the man Sam visioned.
Part of me is concerned about him, especially because this is something we know nothing about. We don't know how serious these visions are.
Sam had a vision of a man named Jim Miller who, according to a neighbour, killed himself. However, Sam dreamt that something murdered Jim Miller. Regardless, we couldn't have stopped this from happening as we were a few hours away from Michigan, but Sam's vision still occurred.
"Is this supernatural?" I ask, a little lost on how to approach this strange psychic thing my brother has going on. "A spirit, a poltergeist?"
"I don't know what it is." Sam sounds panicked, and I can't say I blame him. "I don't get why I'm having these dreams. I don't know what the hell is happening."
I knew Sam was having these premonitions as we've dealt with several people who he has seen in his head, but that still doesn't explain why he's experiencing these dreams. It saddens me to know that something is going on with Sam, and we can't do anything to help. We just have to follow through with wherever he wants to go, and act like this psychic thing isn't terrifying.
Dean and I stare at him for a long moment, both thinking the same thing, and Sam turns to us with a frustrated glare. "What?"
"We're worried about you, Sam." I place a hand against his arm, but he shrugs my hand away. "Sam, come on."
Sam shakes his head, and starts to walk away from us. "We'll look into it in the morning."
"The family won't talk to us," I say, and Sam stops walking to look back at me. "They're upset. They won't talk to us."
Dean smirks. "No, but I think I know who they willtalk to."
