Meet the Winchesters

Route 666

Trigger Warning! Mention of previous abuse by a boyfriend. I will place an asterisk when it starts and ends.

A continuous, ear-piercing shriek. The unique scent and dancing orange light of a fire. A stifled voice growing clearer and clearer by the second.

You shoot up, crashing your head into the roof of the Impala. Sam and Dean are turned in their seats, their faces plastered with worry watching as you slowly wake up.

You frown while massaging the now tender spot where you hit your head, "What?"

Sam bites his lip before he looks over at Dean. Dean sighs and then nods at Sam. They were having a silent conversation that you're small family prided itself on, "You were having a nightmare."

You shrug as you slide to the car door, pushing it open, "I'm fine, okay?" You exit the car and look around. Dean had pulled into a nondescript gas station in a small town somewhere in the Midwest while you had been sleeping. You stretch your arms above your head, getting out the kinks that had formed while you were sleeping. You continue to stretch while you wait for your brothers, they really were taking their sweet time.

After about 2 minutes, Sam and Dean finally exit the car. Dean makes his way to the gas pump as Sam unfolds a map as he walks towards the hood of the Impala. You stroll over to your younger brother as he lays the map out on the hood of the car, smoothing it down with his hands before he starts looking at it.

"We're here," Sam points to a small town in Illinois, "And we have to get here," Sam moves his finger to another small town in Pennsylvania, "We're taking this highway, but there's construction here, so we want to try and find a way to get around it.

You glance at Dean, he was talking to someone on the phone, which was a bit unusual. Dad hadn't called in weeks and Bobby was not the kind of person to just call for a chat. You shrug it off, it was probably nothing. You turn back to face the map and your brother, "Where was the construction?" Sam points to what seems to be the main highway leading through Illinois in the direction of your destination. You scan the map, finding a route to bypass the construction. You trace the road and it ends up joining back up with the highway 5 miles after the construction, "Hey, Dean. I think I figured out a way we can bypass that construction. It might even make us get to Pennsylvania a bit faster than we thought."

Sam and you both look over to Dean to see him lowering his phone. He looks thoughtful for some reason, "Yeah. Problem is, we're not going to Pennsylvania."

"We what?" Sam questions, looking at Dean with a face full of disbelief.

"I just got a call from an, uh, old friend," Dean pulls the gas pump out of the car and then faces the both of you again, "Her father was killed last night, think it might be our kind of thing."

"Okay, first, what old friend?" you place a hand on your hip, Dean was obviously withholding information and it was frustrating you, "And second, what?"

"Yeah," Dean agrees almost scoffing, "Believe me, she never woulda called, never, if she didn't need us," Dean opens the car door and looks at you and Sam, "Come on, are you two coming or not?"

Sam and you share a look of frustration and disbelief. Sam shakes his head and folds up the map. You take it from him and open the passenger seat door. You slide in, placing the map in the glove compartment just as Sam shuts his door. Dean pulls the car away from the pump and to the road without a second thought.

Dean explains that a girl named Cassie Robinson had called him. She told him that her dad had died in a car accident, but it seemed like there was something else behind it. Dean also said she mentioned there was an accident earlier, a friend of her father's that was very similar. You don't know why a car accident would be your kind of thing, but you keep silent, knowing that this wasn't up for debate.