My Big Brother Sam (SPN A.U.)

Chapter 7: Sam

My eyes fluttered open and I looked down to what I was wearing. A suit. I scoffed to myself and I noticed I was carrying a bouquet of flowers. I bit my lip and looked around nervously. I was in a cemetery, a creepy fog rested upon everything and I looked at the grave in front of me.

It was freshly dug with flowers littering the top of it.

"Jessica Lee Moore," I said quietly while reading the name off of it.

"Beloved daughter-" I cut myself off with a sob. My knees hit the ground and I dropped the flowers on her grave.

"Jess," I cried out.

I regained my posture and looked at the small black and white photo emplaned in her tombstone.

"You always said roses were, were lame, so I brought you, uh.." I trailed off. I felt stupid talking to a block of marble.

I looked at the photo once again and felt myself choke up.

"Jess, oh God," I whispered. "I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth."

I sat still on the grave and I saw an arm emerge from the ground and grab my wrist. I gasped and jerked awake. I was dreaming.

Dean sat next to me and we were in the Impala. "Hot-Blooded" played on the radio and Dean sang along to it.

"I'm hot-blooded, check it and see I got a fever of a hundred and three," Dean sang along with the radio. He noticed I was awake and turned it down a little.

He looked at me with a concerned look.

"You okay?" Dean asked me. The music played quietly in the background.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him. I cleared my throat and looked ahead towards the road.

"Another nightmare?" Dean asked and I closed my eyes. My little brother always knew how to read my mind. I didn't responded and when he realized I didn't want to talk about it Dean changed the subject. "Do you want to drive for awhile?"

"Dean, your whole life you've never asked me to do that," I chuckled and gave him and halfhearted smile.

He frowned and looked ahead on the road in front of us.

"Just thought you'd want to," He mumbled. "Never mind."

"Look, man, you're worried about me." I told him. "I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." He didn't take his eyes off the road, but gave a slight nod. He didn't believe me, but I knew he'd drop it.

I grabbed a map out of the glove department.

"All-right, where are we?" I asked him.

"We are just outside of Grand Junction," He looked up at a sign we had just past. I concentrated hard on the map and found with my finger where we were.

"We have to go back to Standford," I told him. He sighed.

"Sammy, we looked for clues. If you want to find what killed Jessica-" he began.

"We need to find dad first." I finished for him.

"Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after twenty years later, it's no coincidence," Dean concluded. "Dad will know what to do."

I rolled my eyes. Dean put way too much trust in Dad. A man who could've cared less about us.

I looked at the map and sighed.

"It's weird, man." I scratched my head. "These coordinates he left us."

"What about them?" Dean asked and casually looked at the map. He was never good at reading maps.

"This Blackwater Ridge." I looked towards Dean and he raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing there. Just woods," I explained.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed and he looked towards the sign that read Welcome to Lost Creek Colorado National Forest.

"Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" I asked.