SuperPotter

Chapter 9 Home

The trio had been staying in a Motel. Dean is sitting behind the computer, Sam is drawing a picture of a tree and Hermione is reading a book on the bed.

'All right. I've been cruising some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our net gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali – it's crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas,' Dean tells the duo when he looks at them none of them are listening to him. 'Hey,' Hermione looks up from her book and Sam looks up from his drawing. 'Am I boring you guys with this hunting evil stuff?'

'No. I'm listening. Keep going,' Sam tells Dean still looking at his drawing. Hermione had put her book away.

'And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times,' Dean waves his hand in front of Sam's face. 'Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?' Sam is still looking at his picture.

'Wait. I've seen this,'

'Dean, I think the one in West Texas could be one for us,' Hermione answers but Dean doesn't hear that he is still busy with Sam.

'Seen what?' Sam gets up from the bed and goes searching through his duffel bag. 'What are you doing?' Sam finds a photo of their family from when he was a baby. He compares the tree in the photo to his drawing. They are the same.

'Dean, I know where we have to go next,' Hermione and Dean look at Sam confused.

'Where?' Hermione asks.

'Back home – back to Kansas,'

'Okay, random. Where'd that come from?' Sam shows the photo to Dean, Hermione moves from the bed and moves towards the boys.

'All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?'

'Yeah,'

'And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?'

'I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?' Dean still doesn't understand it.

'Okay, look, this is going to sound crazy but...the people who live in our old house – I think they might be in danger,'

'Why would you think that?'

'Uh...it's just, um...look, just trust me on this, okay? Sam starts to walk away and Dean follows him.

'Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?' Hermione gives Dean a look.

'Yeah,'

'Come on, man, that's weak. You got to give me a little bit more than that,'

'I can't really explain it is all,'

'Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do,' Sam sighs. Dean waits expectantly.

'Dean don't do this,' Hermione tries but Dean shushes her.

'I have these nightmares,'

'We've noticed,'

'And sometimes...they come true,' Dean is stunned. Hermione looks down at her hands both of the boys didn't noticed that.

'Come again?'

'Look, Dean...At Stanford there was this girl Jessica,' Dean looks at Hermione who is still looking at her hands.

'Sam I know the story,' Sam looks questioned at Dean and then at Hermione.

'Well I dreamt about her death before it happened,'

'Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence,' Dean sits next to Hermione on the bed.

'No, I dreamt about the car, the place she got hit, everything, and I didn't do anything about it because I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?' Dean is overwhelmed.