Supernatural Sisters

R&R

Saying goodbye was always sad.Taco and Paige said they will be in touch. Aaron was on assignment doing something " Top Secret" as he called it. I am not quite sure what's going on but he did say he would be back with my answers. I trust that he will.

It was a beautiful sunny morning and I was ready to head back home and sleep in my own bed.
Having mom back we will have good wholesome meals and not some diner slop. This is a much needed break for all of us to relax and get some much needed talking done. I have so many questions about Dad. Is it possible he may still be alive out there? These dreams feel so real. I have to trust them like Aaron says.

"Are we ready to hit the road, Jack?" Heather says.

"My name is not Jack, you goober!" I say.

Rolling her eyes at me she says "Duh Sis!"

"Where's mom?" I ask.

"She's in the motel room still, she told me she would be right out." Heather says.

Mom walks out and towards us.

"Alright, Ladies are we all ready to go?" Deanna says.

We nod our heads yes.

I climb into the drivers seat and turn on the engine. The purr of it sounded so sweet. I turn on the radio and the song "hit the road jack was playing. I face palm myself. Here we go again.

Driving home was a breeze. Pulling into our driveway I sighed in relief. I parked the car and we all get out. I unlock the front door and walk inside. Looking around things were all where it should. The salt we put around the doorways and windows were still there. I felt safe. Making a beeline line for our bedrooms I announce "We all need our rest, I get that but we can't avoid the inevitable." "Serious talkage needs to commence tomorrow morning."

Our mom walks towards me and takes my hands.

"It will all come out in the open tomorrow my dear." "I promise." With that she kisses my cheek. Heather was halfway up the stairs and she comes down to hug our mom.

"I love you, Mom." She says.

"I love you, too." " Both of you." Deanna says. I know with us having powers like our mom she can pick up on how I am feeling. I'm feeling betrayed by all the secrets among other things. This has to be fixed. We all say our goodnights.

I head up to my room to take a long hot bath. Sitting in the tub for a bit I close my eyes and relax. I start to have the dream again where I see a dark figure that looks like a man. His face is somewhat hidden but from the side I can see dark brown hair and a scruffy beard. He had on a bomber leather jacket on and I can just see one letter engraved on it. The letter "S". My dad had a similar jacket that my mom bought him years ago. I remember hugging him and loving the smell of it. Going further into the dream I see the man turn more towards me with his head down. The shirt he is wearing is dirty. I look lower and I see a dark red stain. It looked like blood.

The man raises his head. I finally get a good look at his face. Its my Dad. He is reaching out his hand and mouthing "Dana."Over and over. Its almost like he wants something from me.

I wake up still in the bathtub. Bubbles were all gone. The water was getting cold. I shiver and climb out of the tub. I wrap a towel around myself. I walk over to my antique mirror we found at a yard sale. I wipe away the condensation. I look into the mirror and I see a figure behind me. I scream. When I look behind me nothing. Am I hallucinating?

Heather comes into my room and over to my bathroom. She knocks.

"Dana, are you OK?" " I heard you scream." She says.

I have my hands on the edge of the sink I was trying to steady myself I was shaking so much.

"Y-yeah I'm o-ok." "Come on in." I say.

She walks in and over to me.

"What happened?" Heather asks.

"I-i don't know, I saw a figure in the mirror." One minute it was there and the next it was gone." I say. Still shaking like a leaf Heather says "Let's go sit down somewhere and talk,Sis." She wraps her arms around me and helps me over to my bed. She sits down next to me.

"Now, tell me did anything else happen?!" She asks.

I was starting to calm down and not shake as much.

"I had another dream while I was in the tub." I say.

"About dad?!" Heather says.

"Yeah, he was reaching out to me and saying my name repeatedly."I say.

"And your sure its Dad?" Heather asks.

"Yes, I'm sure." He had on the leather bomber jacket mom bought him years ago." "I saw his initials that mom sewed on it plain as day." I say.

"Wow, I wonder what all this means." Heather says.

"I don't know but we need to talk to mom immediately." "This is getting out of hand." "I feel he is trying to tell us something."

"Like what exactly?" Heather asks.

"That he's still alive and needs help." I say.

"What kind of help?" Heather asks.

"Well he had a dark red stain on his shirt." "Maybe he's really hurt." I say.

"Oh no?!" "We need to do something to help him!?" Heather says.

" Let me get dressed, you head downstairs and wake up mom and make some coffee please." " "This has gone on too long." "We need answers and now is the time to find out." I say.