Daddy's Little Hunter (SPN Season 1)

Nightmare

A man drove down the street, into his garage and turned off the engine.

The garage door started winding down by itself and he looked at it, confused. His car doors then self-locked.

The man struggled but could not open them.

The ignition key turned by itself and the engine started. Exhaust smoke began filling the garage.

The man struggled to turn off the engine to no avail.

The radio flickered on.

The man began to cough. "Help." he called out "Somebody help me!"

By now the smoke was very thick and he keeled over, unconscious.

***

Sam started up from his bed, suddenly wide awake as he heard Natalia having a fitful sleep. Sam paled as he considered if she had the same vision he had. "Hey, baby girl." Sam soothed as he picked up his daughter and bounced her a little as he held her close.

"What's going on?" Dean mumbled sleepily.

"We have to go," Sam said simply.

Dean became alert "What's happening?"

"We have to go. Right now," Sam grabbed his and Natalia's bags and walked out.

***

Dean was driving, Sam was on the phone, and Natalia sat in her car seat banging her feet against the seat as she swung them out of boredom.

"McReady." Sam read from a Michigan State Police ID "Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry,"

"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare," Dean said.

Sam glanced back at his daughter through the rearview mirror and sighed as he watched her become a one girl band "Yeah, tell me about it,"

"I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see,"

"It felt different Dean. Real. Like I dreamt about our old house." Sam glanced back at Natalia to make sure she wasn't listening "And Jessica,"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Dean rolled his eyes "You're dreaming about our house and Nat's mom."

Sam sent Dean a glare when Natalia looked up at the brothers.

"This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?"

"No." Sam admitted.

"No. Exactly." Dean nodded "Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan,"

"I don't know,"

"Me neither,"

Sam glance back at his phone as he got more information "Yes I'm here," Sam listened, then picked up his pen "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. Do you have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He hung up the phone "Checks out. How fare are we?"

"From Saginaw? Coupla hours,"

"Drive faster,"