As Sam and I are hanging out on top of the car, I hear Dean chuckle. I look up to see him walking over to us, holding up the money he made. "You know, we could get day jobs once in a while," Sam points out.
"Hunting's our day job and the pay is crap," Dean says.
"Yeah, but hustling pool, credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean," Sam says.
"Well, let's see, honest, fun and easy. It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it. It what's we were raised to do," he shrugs.
"Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked."
"Yeah, says you," Dean mutters, counting the money.
"And me," I add.
He glances at me, glaring. "We got a new gig or what?"
"Maybe," Sam says, standing up. "Oasis Plains, Oklahoma. Not far from here. Gas company employee, Dustin Burwash supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob."
"Huh," Dean says.
"Human mad cow disease," I answer.
"Mad cow? Wasn't that on Oprah?"
"You watch Oprah," I question.
Dean is silent. "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?"
"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years for the damage to appear, but this guy Dustin, sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour, maybe less," Sam explains.
"Okay, that's weird."
"Yeah. Now, it could be a disease or it could be something much nastier," I point out.
"Alright, Oklahoma. Man, work, work, work. No time to spend my money."
I roll my eyes, hopping in the back of the car. "I'm gonna take a nap," I sigh. They nod, and I lie down, settling into the seat.
~ ~ ~
My eyes slowly open, and I look around to see that I'm standing outside of my house. I walk toward the front door, pushing it open.
I hear a door creak open making me look over at it.
My bedroom.
I walk into the room, and the door shuts behind me. I look back at it when I hear a crash come from the other side of the room. I turn around to see the fire engulfing everything around me. I see myself kneeling on the floor, trying to keep myself from breathing in the smoke.
How am I here but also there?
Suddenly, I notice black smoke faze through the window and over to my body.
What is that?
A man slowly appears, standing over my body. I watch as he grabs the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him. I gasp, as I watch him pull out a knife and cut his arm. He drips the blood into my mouth, before releasing my head.
He chuckles, looking up at me. I gasp, backing up. "You're one of us now."
~ ~ ~
I gasp, sitting up suddenly. "You good," Sam asks making me look up.
He's sitting in the front seat and Dean's gone.
"Where's Dean?"
"Paying for the gas," he answers. I feel his warm hand touch mine making me glance down at our hands. "What happened?"
"It was just a nightmare," I answer, pulling my hand back.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No... No, it's fine. I'm fine."
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One More Time
Fanfiction"Please," Sam says. I look up at him, our eyes meeting. "Just one more time, that's all we're asking for." "One more time," I say, glancing between them. "One more time," Dean nods. "Okay."
