Stranger

Chapter 21

"Roger Miller? No, no. Just the address, please. Okay, thanks."

"What is it?" Nevaeh asks Sam.

"450 West Grove, apartment 1120."

"Alright, that was the freakiest thing I'd ever seen. And you both saw the same thing?" Dean asks. Nevaeh nods as Sam says, "yeah."

Dean glances at Sam and Nevaeh. "Man, I feel like I'm in the car with two freaky Siamese twins or something. You two okay? 'Cause if y'all are about to hurl at the same time, I'll pull the car over because the upholstery—"

"We're fine. Just drive," Sam says.

"All right," Dean says.

Sam sighs. "Man, I'm scared. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And at the same time as someone else?"

Nevaeh raises both eyebrows. "Well we know they definitely aren't nightmares. Two people have never seen the same thing, not like that. And these intense and painful headaches that come with these... visions, or whatever."

"Come on. It'll be all right. You two'll be fine," Dean says, and Nevaeh narrows her eyes at him.

"But what is it about it the Millers?" Sam asks. "Why are we," he gestures to himself and Nevaeh, "connected to them? Why are we watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to us?"

"I don't know, Sam," Dean says, his voice harder. "But we'll figure it out. We face the unexplainable everyday. This is just another thing."

"No. It's never been us." Sam says, and Nevaeh looks off to the side. "It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth. You can't tell me this doesn't freak you out."

There's a long pause, the car silent for a moment. "This doesn't freak me out," Dean says.

"Roger!" Nevaeh winds her window down and yells. He's walking to his door with the exact same bag he'd held in Nevaeh's vision.

"What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone," Roger yells back with a dismissive hand and walks to his door.

The car is barely parked when Nevaeh jumps out of the car, sprinting up to Roger. "Hey, Roger, we're trying to help you! Please, hey, hey, hey!" She says, trying to catch the handle, but he pulls it closed.

"I don't want your help," Roger says from the other side of the door.

"Look, we're not from the Church, listen to us!" Sam yells.

"Roger, you're in danger!" Dean yells. Dean turns. "Come on," he says, jogging to the other side of the building, and Sam and Nevaeh follow. Dean kicks open a gate, and they all run through it, running up the stairs. Nevaeh pauses when she hears a window slam. She runs even faster now, skipping over three stairs at a time. When she hears blood dripping she pauses, coming to a full stop when she sees the blood and the decapitated head.

Dean reaches Sam a napkin, telling him to wipe their fingerprints. "I'm gonna take a look inside," he says, and Nevaeh nods.

"I'm telling you, there was nothin in there," Dean says. "No signs either, just like the Miller's house."

Nevaeh shakes her head. "No, I saw something, in the vision," she turns to Sam for confirmation and he nods, "it was like a dark shape. Something was—" Dean stops Nevaeh from walking into the street with a hand to her torso, just as a car comes passing by, honking. Nevaeh pushes Dean's hand away.

"I'm not blind, Dean, I saw the car." She in fact, had not seen the car, but she wouldn't let Dean know that. Dean gives her a disbelieving look.