Things To Bury - Chapter 1
Title: Things To Bury
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now. Probably NC-17 in the coming updates
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Just dipping my toe in the waters for some Chlean of my own.
They were speeding, and really that was nothing new, but Sam wanted to get where they were going and he wanted to get there now, so Dean was taking the term 'pedal to the metal' to new heights.
Sam's vision had blind sided him. It happened just as they had come off of another hunt and were ready to crash for the night. They left immediately with their clothes torn in places and bloodied in others. Good thing the Impala had been gassed up before the hunt earlier. There wasn't time to change their clothing, and drawing attention to themselves when they stopped was never a good thing.
"Can't you go any faster?" Sam's leg was bouncing up and down with nervous tension.
"Shut up Sammy. She's almost pushing 100. What more do you fucking want?" Dean's eyes darted over to Sam who was unusually worked up over one of his visions.
"I want you to go faster."
Dean rolled his eyes and gripped the steering wheel tighter and focused on the dark road ahead of them. "If we get pulled over for this Sam, you're not going to get the chance to help her."
Sam glared at him "You think I don't know that? It's just...just..." Actually, he didn't know what it was that made it seem even more urgent than his past visions. There was something about the little blonde that kept niggling at his brain as different. Important. More personal. "Just get us there."
His brother nodded in understanding, but he kept his mouth shut. They were both tired and in a foul mood from killing the evil son-of-a-bitch earlier.
An hour had passed, and as they pressed on the visibility was getting worse. Dean had to take the speed down to 80 just to make certain there weren't any curves coming up that they wouldn't be ready for as the fog rolled across the dark highway.
"Tell me again what you saw Sammy."
"I told you. She was blonde and laying on the road. We were standing over her arguing. That's it. It was vaguer than usual. Other than that, I just saw the sign."
"The one that said Smallville 30 miles." Dean repeated back to him. "You know you're lucky there aren't 30 different Smallville's."
Sam nodded at him and rubbed his hand over his face. "Something's wrong. I can feel it."
"Yeah, some chick laying in the road with us standing over her."
Sam ignored his brother's snark, "I just wish I knew why she was there. What happened. What we're up against."
"Well, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."
"How far out are we?"
"Another hour."
Sam's leg started bouncing again at the prospect of another hour between them and finding her. Fact was, he didn't know for certain when this was supposed to occur. It just *felt* like tonight was the night and his brother hadn't questioned it being any other time either.
Dean watched him reach for the radio and slapped his hand away. "Dude, don't mess with my Boston."
Sam shoved Dean's hand back toward him and reached for the radio again, "I've already suffered the whole way through it once tonight."
"I'm not kidding Sammy, I'll pull over and kick your sissy boy ass if you touch it again"
"Bite me."
"It'd be the most action you've gotten in the past year."
"Fuck you and your Boston Dean," he was starting to press buttons to stop the offending noise.
"Sammy," Dean warned, but it was too late, his brother had already ejected the music and was holding it in front of his face with a wide grin.
Dean reached over toward him trying to hold the wheel steady with one hand and retrieve his property with the other. "Give it back Sam."
"What? This?" He held it closer to his chest and faced Dean with his finger pointing at it.
"Dammit Sam," he was pissed off, "it's not funny."
"It isn't? Because the look on your face right now is hilarious." Sam was smirking at him.
Dean's lips pursed together for a moment and then in a burst of action he leaned over and attempted to grab his precious music back one more time. He missed as Sam moved it higher in the air and Dean was forced to moved his attention back to the road.
"Oh Shiiiit!!!!" he found himself yelling as the blinking hazzard lights of a car came into view through the fog. Dean stomped on the brakes. The Impala's tires screached trying to obey his command, but seconds later there was an impact.
(Next Chapter - Chapter 2)