Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Home- Part 1

You still haven't recovered from that bug incident but Dean was making sure you never lived it down. You've been enduring countless amount of teasing from the man until you threatened to cut his dick off, gluing it to his head because he liked to be a dick head. That got him to shut up and you haven't heard a word about it since.

Right now, you were currently crashed at a motel for the night but you weren't sleeping. As much as you tried, your body refused to let you sleep. You happened to borrow Sam's laptop, doing some research on what happened to your mom.

You lived next to the boys until she died so you tried looking up the police record for it but without actually going to your house, you couldn't do anything. You read online that it was selling and you wanted to go but with Dean finding cases left and right, it'll be a while until you actually got a chance and by then, people would already be living in it.

A gasp brought you out of your thoughts and you saw Sam sit up straight on his bed. Dean was out cold but you frowned when you looked at Sam. You were always sleeping on the couch because you were the only one that fit well enough on it.

"Was it Jessica?" You said as you watched Sam's head look at his brother and his chest rapidly breathing.

"What?" He jumped at the unexpected voice and looked over at you.

"Did you dream about Jessica again?"

"No, this time, it was something else. I had a dream of a home." He sighed. You perked up. Maybe this was your chance to go to your house.

"What about it?" You bit your lip.

"There's a family living there and I dreamed that a woman was trapped inside the house by a dark force and it was up to me to save her. It looked like she was calling out for me." Sam sighed and shook his head.

"My house is for sale." You said, completely off topic.

"What, it is?"

"Yeah, with you mentioning houses, I would like to visit mine. There's so many questions and I don't have answers to them. I want to go back there and see what I find, even if it is nothing." You sighed.

"I'll talk to Dean in the morning." Sam laid back down.

"We will." You smiled and closed the laptop. You set it on the coffee table and made yourself comfortable.

"Was that my laptop?" Sam asked into the dark.

"Maybe."

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Morning came along and Dean was on Sam's computer while Sam was drawing on the motel notepad. You were sitting on Dean's bed, thinking about your mom and what you might find it if you visit there.

"Alright. I've been cruising some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali – its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey." You looked up and saw him staring at you and his brother. You weren't paying attention at all. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam said, looking at his drawing.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times. Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?" Dean waved his hand around, hoping Sam would see him.

"Wait. I've seen this." Sam said, looking at his drawing. You didn't know what it was but you were going to find out.

"Seen what?" Dean asked. Sam got up from the bed he was on and went to his duffel bag, searching through it. He grabbed his dad's journal and you were curious to what he was doing. You walked over to him to see what he was holding. He was holding a picture of his family: his dad, his mom, toddler Dean and baby Sam in front of their house. He compared the drawing he drew and the picture. He drew a tree.