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Inside of a cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere, Dean Winchester slept soundly, and peacefully. Unless you happened to be able to see inside his mind, where he was having a nightmare…
“What do you have those amped up to?” Sam asked.
“100,000 volts,” Dean answered, grabbing the weapons from the trunk of his Impala.
“Damn…”
“Yeah, well, I want this raw-head extra freakin’ crispy,” Dean shrugged.
He and Sam ran down into the basement of the abandoned house. Two kids were in the cupboard, and he told Sam to get them to safety as he went after the demon. He scrambled after it, trying to get good aim with the taser, not realizing he’d ended up in the water until he’d fired, and electrocuted both the demon…and himself.
He felt the pain again and cried out. Darkness filled his mind, then the memory of the ambulance ride, and the sounds of heart monitors, beeping steadily…
With a gasp he opened his eyes, blinking as he sat up. He took in the dim surroundings – his brother fast asleep in the bed to his left, television across the room dark and quiet but showing off his pale reflection, green eyes wide as it stared back at him.
No hospital, no beeping monitors, no tubes or wires…it took him a few moments before he realized that the beeping sound was coming from his cell phone. With a groan he reached over and flipped it open, “Hello?”
“Um…am I speaking to one of the Winchester boys?” A man’s voice timidly asked.
“Yeah,” Dean answered slowly, suspicious of the caller. “Who is this?”
“My name is Jonathan Thompson; I am a priest at a church in Denver called Our Lady of Perpetual Hope—”
“I’m familiar with the place,” Dean cut him off, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He’d driven past it when they’d been staying in Denver years before.
“Yes, well,” Jonathan replied shortly, clearing his throat as he continued, “A situation has come up, and I was instructed—”
“You called our father, and his voicemail told you to call me,” Dean recited. He gave a sigh, “What is the situation?”
“Um…I will explain it upon your arrival,” the man said quickly, and cut the call.
Dean sighed and closed the phone. “Sam, get your ass up!”
Sam gave a shout as he jerked awake, instantly sitting up as he quickly searched the room, eyes locking onto his brother as he gasped out, “Dean, we have to get to—”
“Denver?” Dean asked.
Sam nodded, and his eyes held confusion.
“A priest beat your vision by about five seconds. What did you see?”
“There was this girl…”
“She hot?”
Sam rolled his eyes, “That’s not the point…and I don’t know, I didn’t get a good look. I saw fangs…blood…”
“Vampires?” Dean then asked.
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, and grimaced as he rubbed at his temples, “A whole lot of them…like a hive…all talking at once…”
“And you didn’t see the girl?”
“Well…I saw she had this reddish-blonde hair…that was the only detail I could make out, everything else was in shadow…”
“Maybe part of it was a dream, and you saw Mary Jane Watson,” Dean said.
There was a beat of silence, followed by Sam’s question, “Wait…what?”
“I have no idea…” Dean shook his head.