Sunlight ¥ Dean Winchester [1]

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Everyone had met Bobby at an old looking house. The sound of cicadas was intense there.

"So Bobby," Sam started. "What do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?"

"Well, let's find out." Bobby said as he walked towards the house. Everyone followed him.

Dean knocked on the door. "CANDYGRAM!"

Nobody answered.

Dean got out his lock pick and went to work. Everyone behind him got out their guns, prepared for anything to jump out at them.

Once dean got the door unlocked, everyone stepped inside.

"Oh god," Jessica waved the smell away from her nose and coughed. "What's that smell?"

"That's awful." Sam muttered.

"That so can't be a good sign." Dean said. Everyone began to walk further into the house.

Bobby went left. Dean, Sam and Jessica walked forwards and checked all of the rooms in the house.

Dean stepped on a creaky board and a woman screamed.

"You hear that?" Sam asked. Him, Dean and Jessica walked towards a door. Sam kicked it open and covered his nose. "Ugh."

"Oh god." Jessica's eyes were watering. She was going to gag.

Just then, Bobby walked into the room and stopped.

"Bobby, What the hell happened here?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Bobby replied.

Jessica was covering her nose. "I need to step outside." She quickly walked out of the house. Once Jessica's lungs met the fresh air, she sighed happily.

Jessica heard footsteps behind her and whipped around. Just then, a man slammed the butt of his gun into her face. She saw black spots and fell to the ground. Jessica was out.

~<•>~

"Jess," Dean was shaking the girl. "You alright?"

Jessica nodded her head, she groaned in pain as she stood up. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby looked at the two new comers in shock.

Tamara smiled at Bobby. "Bobby." She had a British accent. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same." Bobby smiled.

"Heya Bobby." Issac smiled. He grabbed the man's hand and shook it.

Jessica looked at the group talking. Her vision seemed to be fading in and out. Their voices began to echo.

"You alright?" Dean asked Jessica. She blinked a few times and shook her head to clear it. An image of a little girl in a dress flashed quickly before her eyes. The little girl was looking at Jessica with an evil grin on her lips. The dress was covered in blood.

"Jess?" Dean was now looking at her. He was still waiting for a response.

"I'm fine," Jessica said tiredly. "I think I just—" Jessica's eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground. Dean held onto her tightly and yelled her name. Jessica was limp in his arms.

~<•>~

Jessica was walking on a sidewalk. The neighborhood she was in seemed oddly quiet. Where was everyone?

"Hello?" Jessica called out. She received no answer.

"Please, help us." A voice echoed. Jessica whipped around to see who was behind her, but no one was there.

"Hello!" Jessica called out again. She waited this time.

"Please, help us!" A voice echoed. "Help us!" "She's going to kill us!" One voice after another. The volume kept building. The cries for help kept building. Soon, it was too hard to understand what all of the voices were saying.

Jessica covered her ears. She could still hear the pleas, the cries of people she didn't even know. What was going on?!

"Please, Stop." Jessica said. The voices only got louder. The sky became darker. The moon glowed brightly casting shadows everywhere.

A loud howl came from far away. That's when Jessica's eyes shot open.

~<•>~

Dean was standing over Jessica. He sighed with relief when he saw that she was awake.

"You alright?" Dean asked.

Jessica sat up on the couch she was on. She looked around the room and became confused. How had she gotten here?

"Where are we?" Jessica asked Dean.

"Issac and Tamara's house." Dean replied.

"What are we doing here?" Jessica asked.

"Could you please just answer my first question?" Dean looked at the girl.

Jessica gave him a flat look. "I'm fine."

"Thank you." Dean flashed her a smile. Jessica couldn't help but smile back at him. She felt this strange feeling in her stomach. Was it butterflies? No, Jessica told herself she didn't have anything for Dean. Or, did she?

"Dean," Jessica started. "The nightmare I had a few days ago," Jessica looked down at her hands. "It was about..." Jessica looked up at Dean. He was staring at her, waiting for an answer. But Jessica felt like she couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell him the truth. "The night we killed yellow eyes. I saw something differently." Jessica lowered her head.

Dean tilted his head slightly to the side. Why was she lying to him? What was Jessica hiding?

Dean opened his mouth to say something when Bobby had called for him. Dean sighed and walked towards Bobby.

Jessica laid back down on the couch and closed her eyes. Maybe there was a way for Dean to get out of this whole "deal" thing. But if there wasn't, what would happen to him?