Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Nightmare

(Name's) P.O.V
One of few nights I was actually sleeping good not getting any nightmares and it gets interrupted by Sam saying we need to hit the road because he had another nightmare vision. So here we were in the Impala in the middle of the night.

I was laying my head back, tiredly, while Dean drives and Sam was using his phone. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven.... Yeah okay, just hurry."

"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean said. "Yeah, tell me about it." Sam grumbled. "I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean said.

"It felt different Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam said. "Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about your and Dean's house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" I asked. "No." Sam replied.

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam replied, irritated. "Me neither." Dean said. "Same here." I said, yawing. "Wake me up when we get there." I grumbled, turning and laying down in the backseat.

"Yes I'm here." I heard Sam say into his phone as I tried to get comfortable. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." I heard Sam said, followed by a click sound. Must have been him hanging up his phone.

"Checks out. How far are we?" He asked. "From Saginaw? Coupla hours." Dean replied. "Drive faster." Sam said and I felt the car start to rumbled faster as I fell back to sleep.

"(Name). Wake up. (Name)." I groan and open my eyes to see Sam reaching his hand over his seat to shake me awake. "We're here." He said, I let out yawn and sat up, rubbing my eye. Outside I saw emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. We exchange looks, Dean and I were concerned, while Sam was upset.

We got out of the car and approached the crowd. "What happened?" Dean asked a woman next to him. "Suicide. Can't believe it." She replied. "Did you know them?" I asked. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems... seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She said. "Guess not." Dean said, staring straight ahead.

"How did... ahh. How are they saying it happened?" Sam asked. "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." The woman replied. "Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam asked. "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." She said.

A woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. Sam watches, grimacing, then turns to walk away. Dean and I follow him back and lean against the Impala's hood.

"Sam we got here as fast we we could." Dean told him. "Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense guys. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?" Sam asked. "I dunno." Dean replied, while I just shrugged.

Sam shakes his head and sighed. "So what do you think killed him?" He asked. "Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." I said, Sam shook his head. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something, (Name). I watched it trap him in the garage." He said.

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean asked. "I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening guys." Sam said, frustrated. Dean and I stared at him for a long moment. "What?" Sam asked.