Dreaming of the Road

Episode Three: Dead in the Water

I checked my appearance in my rear view mirror as we pulled into the Gynwood Inn. My hair was mussed and I smoothed it the best I could. Dean parked his Impala and I pulled my truck into the spot directly to the right.

"Hello down there." I joked, leaning out my window and raising an eyebrow down at Sam. My truck may guzzle gas like there was no tomorrow, but it sure gave me a tall confident boost.

As Sam stepped out of the low car however, he stood up to his full height and was now eye level with me. 

He raised his eyebrows almost tauntingly at me and walked off towards the diner door. 

I huffed out a defeated breath as I opened my door and hopped out. Attempt one at speaking with Gargantuan? Failed. 

I followed behind Dean as we entered, and we sat at a small table right by the bar seating area. 

There was little conversation as we ate, and Dean spent the majority of it scribbling on a newspaper and making googley eyes at the blonde waitress that kept walking by. 

"So what happened with when Tommy heard what you said while you were dreaming?" Dean mumbled and I winced. I had forgotten about that. 

"What?" Sam's gaze flickered between Dean and I, and I licked my lips before explaining. 

"When I dreamt that Tommy was in the cave, in my vision I had started to say things like 'it's okay' and 'you're okay'." Sam gestured impatiently for me to continue, but Dean beat me to the punch. 

"And When Tommy woke up, he said he heard a voice saying those things."

"So what's that mean?" Sam leaned back in his chair. "That she can speak to the people in her visions and they'll hear it?" Dean shrugged, becoming unhelpful again.-

"I don't know, it might just be nothing." I muttered, and pushed around a fry in my little puddle of ketchup.

"Honey, in our world?" Dean locked eyes with me. "It's never nothing." 

"So, see anything helpful last night?" Sam asked suddenly, wiping his hands on a napkin as he finished his burger. 

"See anything? Oh!" I laughed nervously. Sam and Dean had went to a hotel to recoup after the whole Wendigo thing at Blackwater Ridge, and I had gone home to pack enough stuff to last me some time. I drove back all the way out this morning, and my brain was hardly functioning after the hours on the road. I had had a vision though last night-of some sort. 

"I don't know if it's helpful at all really." I shrugged, and Sam looked at me pointedly. "I kept seeing a red bike, a lake, a kid colouring, and those little toy green army men." I looked down at my fries. "At one point I saw a house, but it was pretty nondescript. Just a yellow house."

"So nothing even remotely helpful." Sam concluded harshly and both Dean and I glared at him. 

"No one died in it, and it wasn't like the dreams I would have before I started seeing you two in them." I looked at Dean as he continued to read the paper. "I think it's somehow related to something you guys are going to do. I just don't know how yet." 

"Great." Sam tossed his napkin to the table. "So nothing of any use to find our dad then." 

I bit my lip at the clear insult and stood up, catching Dean's attention as I did. 

"I'm going to the washroom." I looked at Sam and whispered my next words with a low voice. "If you try to leave without me I'll just see where you're going and beat you there." I hoped it sounded as tough as I thought it did, and as I strode away Dean spoke up.