the prophecy, spn [ 1 ]

016. abusive family

Sam jolts awake, looking around the motel room, his all siblings still peacefully asleep. Sam gets up, turning the light on and he wakes his siblings up.

"Rach." He shakes her, the teenager groaning. "Tommy. Dean." Sam says, shaking them.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Thomas whines.

"What are you doing, man? It's the middle of the night." Dean says as he watches Sam get his stuff.

"We have to go." Sam declares.

"What's happening?" Dean asks.

"We have to go. Right now." Sam says. He grabs his bag and walks out.

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Dean is driving and Sam is on the phone. Rachel and Thomas are in the backseat and Rachel is asleep.

"McReedy. Detective McReedy." Sam says. "Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah, okay, just hurry."

"Sammy, relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean says.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam mutters.

"I mean it. You know, a normal, every day, naked in class nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean says.

"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam says.

"Okay, I know it's freaky, but just... try to take a breath." Thomas urges. He looks down when Rachel's head falls onto his shoulder.

"Well, yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks.

"No." Sam answers.

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean inquires.

"I don't know." Sam says.

"Me neither." Dean says.

"Yes, I'm here." Sam tells the person on the phone. After a moment he glares at Dean and picks his pen up. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address?" He writes it down. "Got it. Thanks." He hangs up. "Checks out. How far are we?"

"From Saginaw? Couple hours." Dean says.

"Drive faster." Sam demands and Dean presses on the gas pedal.

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They get outside of the Miller house, seeing a crowd witnessing everything and the emergency vehicles. Sam and Dean get out, walking over to the group.

Thomas carefully leans Rachel towards the door, gently resting her head against the window. He lets go of her, remaining still, relaxing when she doesn't wake up.

"Good." He whispers, gingerly patting her on the head.

Thomas gets out and quickly finds his brothers.

"What happened?" Dean asks a woman.

"Suicide. Can't believe it." The woman says.

"Did you know him?" Sam asks.

"Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine's. He always seems-- seemed -- so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She says.

"Guess not." Dean says.

"How did... uh... how are they saying it happened?" Sam asks.

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." The woman informs.