Meet the Winchesters

Nightmare

Trigger Warning! This chapter has child abuse and suicide as main and or important parts of the storyline. If either of these things bothers you, please do not read!

You were fast asleep, dreaming about a place where you and your brothers weren't hunters, you were a normal family. You were a teacher, Dean was a mechanic, and Sam was a lawyer. It was a pleasant dream, even if a bit bland. But in your life, bland was good sometimes.

Your dream is interrupted by someone in your bed kicking you in the leg. This action causes you to jerk awake and reach under your pillow for the gun you put under there before crashing. You relax once you realize that Dean was the one to kick you, but your relaxation turns into confusion as you see Sam gathering his things.

"What the hell are you doing?" you question as you slide out from under the covers. You were awake now, so no use staying in the bed. Dean, however, stays in the bed, hoping that he can sleep once again.

"We have to go," Sam continues to put stuff in his bag as he answers your question. You glance over at the clock, it was 2 AM.

Dean becomes more attentive at the development of leaving, but he was not yet alarmed and most likely would not be, "What's happening?"

"We have to go," Sam repeats, "Right now." Sam grabs his now full bag and opens the door. He walks out, leaving the door ajar. You can faintly see his silhouette form from an outside light.

You and Dean share a look before moving into action. Both of you collect your things and put on the clothes you wore yesterday. You were contemplating that this was the second time Sam had roused the both of you in the middle of the night out of nowhere. This was something that had never happened before you had picked him up from college that life changing night that seemed so long ago.

You finally finished packing your things just as Dean quietly announced that he was going to go check out of the room. You nod in reply, slinging your bag on your shoulder and catching the Impala key that Dean threw before leaving. You follow your big brother out the door, him turning to the front desk and you heading towards the Impala.

Sam was waiting for one of you to come unlock the trunk. You do so and both of you throw the bags in, leaving it open for Dean. You climb into the driver's seat, turning on the car. Sam gets in the back and both of you know impatiently wait for Dean to join you in the car

A few minutes later Dean comes out of the lobby. He throws his bag in the trunk and comes around to the driver's side, he jerks his thumb, wanting you to shift over. You grumble but move over to the passenger seat. Dean takes his place behind the steering wheel of his beloved Baby before pulling the car out of the parking space and away from the motel.

Time Skip: 30 Minutes

The Impala had been on the empty highway for about 30 minutes now. The scenery switched between miles of flat farmland and sprawling towns. The one good thing about being on the road so early in the morning was that there was only the occasional car driving on the other side of the highway or passing you in the other lane. Dean had turned on the radio the second he had gotten in the car, most likely to keep himself awake. It was currently playing a song that you did recognize.

Sam was on his phone in the backseat, reading from a Michigan State Police ID that he had asked you to pull out of the ID box in the glove box, "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 4-80 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah okay, just hurry."

His talking suddenly stops, you assume from the previous dialogue that whoever he was talking to was now looking for the license plate number Sam had just given. You turn around in your seat, watching your younger brother with concern, "Sammy, you're overreacting a bit. It was just a regular nightmare, we all have them."