Sam could only watch. He was paralyzed. He listened as the front door opened and closed. The girl’s voice sang softly. Sam couldn’t make out what she was she was singing.
He winced as her footsteps came closer. Will she notice me? He thought. Will she even be able to see me?
“Mom? Dad?” the girl yelled. “You home?”
Sam wanted to call to her, to tell her to get out, but his voice didn’t seem to work
The girl entered the room. Her entire body was soaked because of the pouring rain. Her eyes were closed and she continued to hum.
Now Sam recognized the song. It was You Found Me by The Fray. He couldn’t remember how he knew it. It wasn’t exactly the kind of music Dean listened to.
Sam held his breath. The girl let her backpack slide off of her shoulders. She still hadn’t opened her eyes.
“Mom? Daaaaaahahad…” The girl had opened her eyes. They were wide with fear.
Her parents were lying on the floor covered in blood. While Sam had been standing there, he'd discovered stab wounds. He shivered. This poor girls parents had recently been murdered. Of all the deaths he'd had to deal with in the past couple of weeks, this one shook him the most. The thing was this could have been done by anyone. It didn't have to be something supernatural, but he got the feeling it most certainly was.
Sam heard the front door open and close again as the girl fell to her knees. She screamed.
“Cameron?!” came the voice of another girl. She sounded oddly like the first girl. “Cameron what the hell is going on?!” the other girl screamed. She entered the room. Sam couldn’t stand to see the fear in her eyes as well.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” screamed the other girl. “Call the… call the cops!” she screamed. The girl Sam guessed was Cameron picked up the phone and turned to him. Sam panicked, but he still couldn’t move.
“It’s time to wake up,” said the girl. “C’mon Sam, wake up, we’ve got work to do.”
Sam opened his eyes. Dean was shaking him. “You okay man?” asked Dean. Sam sat up.
“Um…yeah…it was…um… just a bad dream,” said Sam.
“You sure it wasn’t another one of those freaky visions of yours?” asked Dean.
“I don’t know Dean. You know I don’t get those anymore.” Dean sat down on the other bed. Sam realized he was covered in sweat.
“Well I never know what to expect with you,” said Dean.
“Dean…it seemed so real,” said Sam. He brushed the hair off of his sweaty forehead.
“Well dreams always do don’t they,” sighed Dean. He folded his hands and looked at his feet.
“This was no dream,” said Sam.
“Then what the hell was it Sam? Because I would love to know.” said Dean, his voice rising. He had raised his head and was now looking at Sam.
Sam sighed. “I have no idea.”
Dean stood up and walked across the room.
“Look Dean…”
“What happened in this…uh…nightmare of yours,” asked Dean.
“Well…um…this girl…uh…and her twin sister…they uh…it’s all a little fuzzy,” Sam said.
“Your visions were never fuzzy, you remembered every detail” said Dean.
“Well nightmares are fuzzy, so I’m guessing it wasn’t a freaky vision thing,” said Sam.
Dean nodded. He turned around and stared at the floral curtains. Light was seeping in through them. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you…um…think it’s anything worth looking into?” he asked Sam.
Sam considered this for a moment. It had all seemed so real only minutes ago. Now it all felt so far away. He could feel the expressions on the girl’s faces slipping away. It couldn’t have been a vision. He would have remembered it all to well.
“No, I think we should stay with this gig,” said Sam.
“All right, well then I guess we should hit the books,” said Dean. He turned around to look at Sam.
“Yeah,” said Sam. He stood up and pulled his laptop out of his bag. “Let’s get to work.”
_~_~_
“Paige! Paige come on wake up, breakfast is ready!”
Piper was shaking her. Paige groaned. How early is it? she thought.
“What time is it?” Paige asked. She yawned.
“Early,” said Piper. “Now wake up.” She continued to shake Paige.
“Stop it,” said Paige. She rolled on to her back, so that she was facing Piper. Piper was sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Why are you waking me up?” asked Paige. “You don’t normally.” Paige sat up.
Piper stood up and fiddled with her sweater. Her stomach had grown larger in the last few weeks. Everyone was debating weather or not they should send her to Magic School for her safety and Chris’s as well.
“I just think maybe you should get an early start. Chris will have you and Phoebe hunting demons all day.”
“Right,” said Paige. She slowly got out of bed.
There was a knock on the door. “Yeah?” said Paige.” Chris opened the door. “Aw come on, I’m barely even out of bed,” she said. “Sorry,” said Chris. “But evil doesn’t wait.”
“Just be downstairs in twenty,” he said. He held up two fingers. Paige rolled her eyes. Chris left the room.
Paige turned to Piper. “Does he ever give up?” she asked
Waking Up to the Past by BakerAngel1
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer, I of course own nothing.
Takes place during the fourth season of Supernatural and the sixth season of Charmed.
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