Clueless // Supernatural & Dan and Phil [ D I S C O N T I N U E D ]

13. Rambling and Premonition Story-Times

(just a warning that this chapter is pretty short and i'm v sorry about that 😕)

"You had a premonition?" I question. "About me?"

"Uh, yeah." Sam hesitates.

I sit in silence, my eyes wide and my breathing getting faster.

"At first I thought it was just a nightmare." He explains. "Y'know, because you're an idol of mine and I'd never met you. But then you opened Bobby's door."

"Y- you-" I mutter, but can't quite get the words out.

"I was so shocked when you were at the door." He continues on. I guess he didn't hear me. "I mean, of all people, you being Bobby's daughter. That's crazy, even by my lifestyle."

"Sam- You-" I try, but I'm too quiet as Sam fails to hear me again.

"And, yeah, I know we've met before, but we were, what, five?" He rambles. "It was a long time ago, and you've grown up since then. You look different, and I'm sure I do too."

"Please- Sam-" I breathe, still not making it through.

"I mean, it could just be a nightmare, but it feels so real." He continues, not giving me a chance to stop him. "And it's been an recurring nightmare. What's the chances that I have a recurring nightmare, with you in it, that started the week before I met you."

"Sam!" I yell, "Please, just shut up."

I try to process what he's just told me. He's had a premonition about me. A recurring dream that could come real at any moment. A dream that has been happening since before we met.

That's terrifying

"What happens in it? Do I die?" I ask, getting my main fear out of the way.

"Oh, god, no." Sam replies and I close my eyes in relief - holding back tears. "You look terrible, though. You're so thin and bruised and you look like you're about to die. You're hands are tied to a beam above you and you're whimpering. It's horrific."

"Sounds it." I breathe a laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit to stop myself from freaking out so much.

I'm not dead in the premonition - that's a good thing.

"How long ago did you start getting it? A week, a month, what?" I ask, trying to get as much information as I can so I can stop the panic that's creeping up on me.

"About 4 months ago. It was only faint then, I could barely make out that it was you." Sam tells me. "It's been getting a lot stronger lately, though. It intensified maybe a week before we came here?"

"So what actually happens in it? Tell me everything." I order, leaning forwards, listening intently.

"Are you sure you want to know? It's pretty ugly." Sam asks, unsure.

I sigh. It's typical that he'd think I'd be scared.

I don't care. I've had nightmares where I've been ripped apart by every monster imaginable, I'm sure the story of one premonition isn't going to scar me for life.

"Just tell me, Moosepuppy."

"Okay, okay." Sam puts his hands up in defence. He takes a deep breath and starts. "So, I'm running down these stairs into this really dark room. I can hardly see anything, so I go to get my flashlight out of the inside pocket of my jacket, when I hear this whimper from the corner of the room. This tiny voice that keeps saying, 'Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me.' over and over. It's so quiet, though, as if the words are being said with the last bit of energy this person has.