Fighter | Supernatural [1]

Chapter Thirteen

        A few days after the reaper incident, they went out to Missouri for a hunt involving Dean's ex-girlfriend and a racist monster truck.

That was a whole mess. After that, Callum had asked about the 'psychic wonder' comment that Dean had made, causing Dean to explained that Sam had been having these nightmares that were coming true.

Now Callum lay asleep, head against Dean's chest as the two slept peacefully.

"Dean." Sam said, turning on the light and shaking Dean awake, repeating his name a few times before getting up and turning on all the lights in the room.

"What are you doing, man?" Dean asked, waking Callum up by accident. "It's the middle of the night."

"What's going on?" Callum asked tiredly, his blue eyes looking over at Sam, who was packing his things.

"We have to go." Sam told them.

"What's happening?" Dean asked.

"We have to go." Sam said. "Right now."

Within the next half hour, the three were dressed and in the Impala, heading to Michigan. Callum was sat in the backseat, head rested against the window and Cosmo in hand, but he wasn't asleep. He was wide awake.

"McReady." Sam said into his phone. "Detective McReady. Badge number one-five-eight. I've got a signal four-eighty in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry." He was put on hold.

"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean assured his brother, trying to calm him down.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam sighed.

"I mean it." Dean told him. "Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see."

"It felt different Dean." Sam said. "Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Dean said. "You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?"

"No."

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan."

"I don't know."

"Me neither."

"Yes, I'm here." The person Sam was talking to on the phone had returned. Sam glared at Dean before picking up a pen and a piece of paper. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He then hung up. "Checks out. How far are we?"

"From Saginaw?" Dean asked. "Couple of hours."

"Drive faster." Sam suggested. Dean looked at him before doing so.

        By the time they reached the address, the police were already there. They were too late. Leaving Callum in the car, the two men headed up to talk to the crowd that was watching the police.

This gave Aarin the perfect time to appear.

"Morning, Cal." The angel said, making Callum raise an eyebrow.

"It's not morning." He stated.

"It's a joke, kid." Aarin muttered. "So, what's going on?" He looked at the police cars outside.