Lucid Dreams - 1/?
Lucid Dreams
Fandom - Supernatural
Characters - Sam and Dean Winchester
Rating - PG13/R
Disclaimer - I do not own the characters of Supernatural. I am merely playing with them. I also make no money off this bit of fan fiction.
Summary - Sam and Dean are forced to stop in a town where the Occult is very powerful.
Authors Notes - I do not suggest that anyone get into the Occult. I think it’s a bunch of BS but I figured that it kept in the feeling of Supernatural. *shrugs*
Chapter 1 - Road Troubles
The impala was slowing down at an unnatural speed; the back country road had no cell reception. Dean cursed as he steered the car to the shoulder and put on the breaks, slowly, as to not crash or make the wheels squeak.
“What’s wrong with it?” Sam asked from the passenger seat, finally looking up from his book on demons.
Dean gave him a squinty look; “She’s a she, not an it!” he replied derisively
“Okay, so what’s wrong with her?” Sam rolled his eyes. However, sometimes it was easier just to go with the flow, especially when it came to his older brother.
Dean sighed and put the car in break; “I don’t know, would I be cursing right now if I knew what the hell was wrong with my car?”
“Okay, you don’t have to get all mental about it,” Sam muttered and turned his attention back to the book. Dean growled something under his breath and stepped out of the car.
The sky above them grew dark with storm clouds. Flashes of lighting could be seen a dozen miles away, and thunder boomed. Dean could smell rain in the soft mid summer breeze and glared at his, now smoking, car; “Why?” he asked her without a second thought: “Why now?”
The car didn’t reply.
Dean raised the hood to see inside his baby. One glance told him that they weren’t going to get to their destination any time soon. The storm was catching up with them; and they may just be spending a lot of time on this back road, that is, till he got the car going.
** *
The woman was asleep. The room was dark. Only the street lamps lit the room enough to see, remotely, the large shadow on the wall to the left side of the bed. The woman turned about in her sleep, as if something was plaguing her dreams.
Seconds later, she awoke and the shadow was gone.
* * *
Sam awoke; not in a frenzy as per usual, but slowly and cognizant of his surroundings. He was asleep in the back seat of the Impala. The old gray blanket - they’d kept ever since their childhood -covered him from shoulders to boots. Dean was in the front seat, reclined, snoring softly. Sam closed his eyes and thought about the dream.
It wasn’t his usual dream-vision. It was more peaceful - even though there was something in that room along with the woman. He had to wonder if she controlled it, or if her home was haunted. Either way, he didn’t feel the need to save her. She obviously wasn’t in need of a hero.
So why did he dream about her?
Sam lay awake in his make shift bed till dawn was upon them and the heavy thud of rain dissipated into a soft mist. The storm was moving on and Dean could be somewhat dry while he worked on the car. He was going to make sure that his older brother got a good meal and some strong coffee at the next town.
* * *
“Damn!” Dean cursed.
The Impala pulled up to a gas station, thankfully, but she was still smoking under the hood. Dean was sure that he didn’t have the funds needed to replace parts. A gas attendant ran out and knocked gently on the driver side window. Dean rolled it down.
“Hey, do you have a good mechanic around here?” Dean asked without pre-amble.
“Yeah, well - this is the only gas station in town and I’m the only mechanic, it’s the family trade you see,” the young man grinned. He had oil on his face and he was whipping his hands off on a dirty, red, hand towel.
“Do you think you can do anything?” Sam asked from the passenger side, he lent over a bit to get a look at the young man.
“Yeah, I love these classic cars, don’t worry about her any, she’s in fine hands!” he smiled at the two.
Dean nodded before pulling the car into the garage where Billy Joe - Dean garnered from the name tag - had directed them.
“Is there a dinner or anywhere we can wait?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, Hally’s just down the street,” Billy Joe pointed to the far end of Main Street. Like most American small towns there were a small amount of shops. A dog groomers, grocer, and a second hand clothing shop was just up the side walk on the right side of the street. On the left was a small art shop that also did frames and photos, a sandwich shop and after two empty shop fronts was Hally’s Dinner. Dean and Sam crossed the street, both tired of the long, slow drive and in need of food and hot coffee.
The small restaurant was decorated in an old western style; complete with prints of Clint Eastwood in regaling cowboy dress. On the tube above the cash register - in the perfect spot to see from almost every angle of booths and tables - “The Good, The Bad and the Ugly” was playing.
“Howdy, Boys! I’m Hally!” a woman popped up, she was older than them by a few years. Sam pegged her at mid-forty. She had blond-gray hair, blue eyes and a splendid smile; “What can I get you?” she had the most interesting accent that Sam couldn’t place, though He’d guess Tennessee or Arkansas to be the most prominent.
“Anything with eggs and some coffee,” Sam replied with a good-boy smile. He and Dean took a seat at the bar. Hally poured them two cups of coffee, she also offered cream and sugar.
“Two Breakfast Omelets coming right up,” and she rung a bell that sat by a small window to the back of the restaurant. There was a shout from the back but it was unintelligible to the Brothers.
“Thanks,” Dean smiled as he sipped the coffee.
“So what brought you to Little Wisteria?” Hally asked conversationally.
“Car trouble,” Sam said, “Oh, I’m Sam by the way and he’s my Brother, Dean,” he hurried to introduce themselves. Hally was still grinning.
“My, my, my - the two of you obviously got your looks from your Mother,” she winked.
Dean choked on his coffee and Sam fumbled for something polite to say; “Yeah,” Dean agreed, seeing as how Sam was lost, “and I got the brains from our Dad, poor Sammy lucked out!”
Hally laughed; “Well, I’m sure Sam has some brains, I can see that you’re just a handful, Dean,” she winked at Sam as she directed her words to the older brother.
Dean laughed; “Yeah, I am at that,” he agreed happily.
Sam hid a small smile; “So ah…Little Wisteria?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, we’re actually not all that small, we’re more of a College town, actually,” Hally nodded to the paper - The Local Wisteria - which had a huge picture of a bar and students getting drunk. In large letters above the picture read: The Return of Chaos!!!
“I guess the two of you are knew students?” Hally asked.
“Ummm…” Sam picked the paper up, “No,” he said at last.
“I’m not much of a school person, it was a nightmare just getting through high school,” Dean supplied.
“And I went to Stanford for a while, till someone screwed up my application,” the last bit was a lie, but they very well couldn’t tell Hally that they were on the trail of a yellow-eyed demon. She’d think they were crazy.
“Ah,” Hally nodded, “Well, it’s not all sunshine and alcohol for those students. Some are all right, but most get into this really weird…club…” she sighed, “I don’t mean to gossip,” she turned away but Dean stopped her.
“I’m interested, what sort of club?” he asked.
“I don’t rightly know,” Hally cocked her head to the side, “It’s some sort of Occult-thing,” she shrugged again, “I can’t rightly say, but ever since it started, students have started disappearing or are found dead,”
There was a ring from behind and Hally turned to retrieve the omelets; “Here ya go, boys!” and then she was off bustling to serve coffee to some new customers.
“Hey, Dean…” Sam offered the paper; “Does this look ritualistic to you or what?”
Dean took it. The picture was black and white, the photo dating back to the forties. He couldn’t see the symbols all that well, but there was a circle and there was some strange writing. The caption below read: Demon Calling.
“Looks like we’ve stumbled on a hunt,” Dean smiled at Sam.
“Looks like it’s legit,” Sam replied. He put the paper aside and the two dug into their food.
“Sammy, do you wanna know what I’m thinking?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Dean, you barely finished high school?” Sam interjected.
“So? Anyone can get into college!”
* * *
The old man shuffled the papers in front of him; “Not everyone can just get into Winston Wisteria College, young man,” he was addressing Dean.
“I know but I really love the programs and I think I can actually achieve my goals,” Dean said, trying for sincere and overly excited. Sam sat quietly beside him. Testing to get into the college actually wasn’t as hard as Sam made it out to be. Sam tested to get into Stanford which was harder than the one they took about fifteen minutes before their meeting with the Dean of Winston Wisteria.
“I don’t usually do this,” the old man sighed, “But I’m going to allow you entrance,” and he signed his name on both applications.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” Dean smiled hardily.
“Mr. Winston, we don’t take troublemakers, so you had better stick to learning and don’t get mixed up with the wrong crowd, you can go far if you keep the correct friends,” he raised an eye brow at both young men.
“Oh,” Dean tried for Sam’s good-boy smile, he didn’t know if he pulled it off or not; “I’ll keep my nose clean!” he promised.
Once out side, Sam sighed; “Winston?”
“It was the only thing I could come up with on spur of the moment,” Dean’s words held an overtone of spunk.
“Yeah, after you saw that portrait of Winston Wisteria in the Front Hall!” Sam needlessly pointed out.
“Oh give me a break, we already had the cards and ids for that name anyway,” Dean waved a hand in mock-annoyance. Sam sighed heavily but said nothing more on the subject.
TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter 2 - Meet the Neighbors
Coming Soon!