GEMINI: Visionary 1/9
SUMMARY: Sam's vision-dreams clue the brothers in to a case involving Dean's old flame. But when they are working that case, a second vision about a second case hits. Which case will the brothers choose -- finish the Robinson case? or take on a murderous family that hunts humans like deer? And if they choose the Robinson case, how will Gemini's fire powers hold up against the spirit of a truck?
Sam let out a tiny gasp as he jerked in his seat. He sat up straighter and rubbed the pads of his finger and thumb into his eyes, pressing against his nose.
"You okay over there?" Dean asked, glancing over.
Sam cleared his throat and blinked, wide-eyed, at the hand resting on his arm.
"Sorry," Dean said, squeezing it and putting his hand back on the wheel. "You were having one hell of a dream over there."
"Uh..." Sam cast about until Dean nudged a water bottle his way. "Thanks." He wrapped it and drank deeply.
After he was done, Dean said, "I was thinking about fillin' up the tank the next town over."
"Sounds good." Sam watched the scenery roll by for a moment, then slid around to face Dean. "No more secrets?"
'Never. Bein' one person part of the time--"
"-pretty well prevents that," they chorused, then Sam nodded. "So you won't be offended when I ask you this."
"Must be a hell of a question, if you're pullin' 'Lawyer-Ese' on me."
Genuinely amused, Sam laughed. "Yeah, probably."
Dean grinned back at him. "Okay, lay it on me."
"Who's Cassie?"
Dean's eyes went huge in surprise. "....wow...." he breathed. "Yeah, a hell of a question." Clearing his throat, he shifted and got a better grip on the wheel before answering. "Okay, first off, she isn't a secret. She's a part of my life I thought I'd left behind. Why're you askin'?"
"She was in my vision-dream," Sam said softly. "She's.... She's very beautiful."
"Yeah," Dean said, guiding the Impala onto the exit ramp and into the streets of a medium-sized town. "Tell you what - let me get her gassed up and us in a room and I'll tell you all about it."
"And I'll tell you about my vision-dream," Sam nodded. "I'll pick up some food, first."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The brothers were still very much adolescents in many regards. One of the most telling was that when deep discussions were in their immediate future, warm comfort food was usually involved.
So, over a huge order of burgers, fries, onion rings and chicken salad sandwiches, they exchanged stories. Sam listened to Dean's account of his ill-fated romance with Cassie Robinson, and Dean listened to Sam's vision dream, which featured her being run off of a road by a huge growling truck.
At its end, Dean got up and paced the room's length three times before turning to face Sam. "I don't even know where she is, now. I don't know of any way I can contact her."
Sam opened his mouth to reply.
And Dean's cell phone rang.
On to chapter two!
Sam let out a tiny gasp as he jerked in his seat. He sat up straighter and rubbed the pads of his finger and thumb into his eyes, pressing against his nose.
"You okay over there?" Dean asked, glancing over.
Sam cleared his throat and blinked, wide-eyed, at the hand resting on his arm.
"Sorry," Dean said, squeezing it and putting his hand back on the wheel. "You were having one hell of a dream over there."
"Uh..." Sam cast about until Dean nudged a water bottle his way. "Thanks." He wrapped it and drank deeply.
After he was done, Dean said, "I was thinking about fillin' up the tank the next town over."
"Sounds good." Sam watched the scenery roll by for a moment, then slid around to face Dean. "No more secrets?"
'Never. Bein' one person part of the time--"
"-pretty well prevents that," they chorused, then Sam nodded. "So you won't be offended when I ask you this."
"Must be a hell of a question, if you're pullin' 'Lawyer-Ese' on me."
Genuinely amused, Sam laughed. "Yeah, probably."
Dean grinned back at him. "Okay, lay it on me."
"Who's Cassie?"
Dean's eyes went huge in surprise. "....wow...." he breathed. "Yeah, a hell of a question." Clearing his throat, he shifted and got a better grip on the wheel before answering. "Okay, first off, she isn't a secret. She's a part of my life I thought I'd left behind. Why're you askin'?"
"She was in my vision-dream," Sam said softly. "She's.... She's very beautiful."
"Yeah," Dean said, guiding the Impala onto the exit ramp and into the streets of a medium-sized town. "Tell you what - let me get her gassed up and us in a room and I'll tell you all about it."
"And I'll tell you about my vision-dream," Sam nodded. "I'll pick up some food, first."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The brothers were still very much adolescents in many regards. One of the most telling was that when deep discussions were in their immediate future, warm comfort food was usually involved.
So, over a huge order of burgers, fries, onion rings and chicken salad sandwiches, they exchanged stories. Sam listened to Dean's account of his ill-fated romance with Cassie Robinson, and Dean listened to Sam's vision dream, which featured her being run off of a road by a huge growling truck.
At its end, Dean got up and paced the room's length three times before turning to face Sam. "I don't even know where she is, now. I don't know of any way I can contact her."
Sam opened his mouth to reply.
And Dean's cell phone rang.
On to chapter two!