Superstitions {Dean Winchester 2}

Chapter 14

Simon Said

"Dean, stop." I say suddenly, grip tightening on his bicep. 

His wandering hands paused, lips stilling on my neck. "What is it?"

My head began to throb, pain pulsing at my temples. Then suddenly I was pulled into a vision. A dark-skinned man loading a gun then shooting himself. People screamed then my vision cleared.

"Si? You okay?" Dean asked.

"I...Dean, I saw something." I tell him.

Dean sighed. "Alright, let me go get Sam."

I curled into myself as Dean went to get Sam from the bathroom. I shut my eyes, rubbing my temples.

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"Rock in Nebraska, your source for the classics, all night long." The radio host says.

"I don't know. Why don't we just chill out, think about this?" Dean asked, eyes on the road.

Sam shut off the radio. "What's there to think about? Saige and I had similar visions."

"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the greatest idea." Dean argued.

"It's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen and Ash can tell us where." Sam insisted.

"Yeah, but--"

"Plus, it could have some connection with the demon." Sam cut him off. "My visions always do."

"Saige....Let me in...Sweet girl."

No, no. Now I'm hearing her voice when I'm awake. What is it?

"That's my point." Dean replied to Sam. "There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know that if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"

I sank further into my seat. I totally wasn't telling them about the voices or the figures I see when I sleep. I also totally wasn't going to tell them that it dawned on me that I had heard both of those voices before when I was a kid. Before I learned how to block it all out.

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked. "Saige too?"

Dean realized his words then and looked uncertain. "You've always been a freak." He smiled, smacking Sam's arm. "So has Saige." He winked at me.

I forced a smile.

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Dean's hand was on my waist as we stepped into the Roadhouse. Unlike last time we were here, people filled the tables. Hunters. Knives and guns in hand along with beers or whiskey. Music played through the building as they glanced at us.

"You just can't stay away, huh?" Jo stopped before us, smiling at Dean. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, looks like. How you doing, Jo?" Dean asked.

"Where's Ash?" Sam asked.

"In his backroom." Jo answered. "And I'm fine."

Sam ran off.

"Sorry. He's--We're kind on a bit of a timetable." Dean explained.

"Hey, pretty girl, how about I buy you a drink?" I felt a hand on my elbow.

"No, she's alright." Dean's grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly.

"Funny I don't remember asking you." The man replied, eyes turning back to me. "So a drink?"

"No, but thank you though." I tell him, giving him a smile.

Dean's hand latched onto mine as he dragged me toward Sam.