Supernatural - Visioning
Who: Sam Winchester - "Supernatural"
What: The next hunt from the Winchester's is sought out by Sam's visions.
The night was dark and cold, like always, and Sam found himself sitting patiently inside the passenger side of Dean's impala with AC/DC quietly booming in the car's speakers. Alone now, his brother had gone out to the bar to ask some questions, 'or maybe something else,' he joked with a smile, Sam stared into the quiet house where a family was sleeping peacefully and unaware that they'd become victims in Sam's visions.
When meeting with the father earlier, he seemed reluctant to talk about his son to two complete strangers who claimed to be their friends, and so the brothers found themselves staking out yet another potential hunt in the middle of the night. As the car seemed to slowly crawl deeper into the cold, Sam wrapped his arms around his body, letting the warmth of his jacket soothe him. He must've fallen asleep, for the next thing he remembers from that void darkness, was being woken up by Dean's singing voice and some classic rock song much louder than he wanted the volume to be.
But at least there was coffee and the company of his brother now... But suddenly, the light in the once dark house lit up a section of the room and like Sam's visions, a muffled scream was heard.
The boys had their hunt.
What: The next hunt from the Winchester's is sought out by Sam's visions.
The night was dark and cold, like always, and Sam found himself sitting patiently inside the passenger side of Dean's impala with AC/DC quietly booming in the car's speakers. Alone now, his brother had gone out to the bar to ask some questions, 'or maybe something else,' he joked with a smile, Sam stared into the quiet house where a family was sleeping peacefully and unaware that they'd become victims in Sam's visions.
When meeting with the father earlier, he seemed reluctant to talk about his son to two complete strangers who claimed to be their friends, and so the brothers found themselves staking out yet another potential hunt in the middle of the night. As the car seemed to slowly crawl deeper into the cold, Sam wrapped his arms around his body, letting the warmth of his jacket soothe him. He must've fallen asleep, for the next thing he remembers from that void darkness, was being woken up by Dean's singing voice and some classic rock song much louder than he wanted the volume to be.
But at least there was coffee and the company of his brother now... But suddenly, the light in the once dark house lit up a section of the room and like Sam's visions, a muffled scream was heard.
The boys had their hunt.