Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 11

Sam sat straight up in his bed in a cold sweat. He looked around to figure out where he was. They were in a hotel room. It was the same hotel room they had been in for three days. They stopped at the little hotel in Kentucky a couple days after leaving Nebraska and Dean’s near death experience behind. Sam looked over at Dean who was asleep. He sighed and lay back down. That had been so real, even his breathing was heavy. He looked over at Dean again then turned and stared up at the ceiling. He drifted back to sleep after a while though.

“Wake up sunshine,” Dean said giving his brother a shove. Sam opened his eyes slowly and sat up. “We gotta get goin,” he said simply. “We’ve been here long enough.”

“What time is it,” Sam asked groggily.

“About a quarter after six. We’re heading to PA though and I want to get there ASAP,” Dean said simply, packing up his things.

Sam got up and began putting his clothes back in his bag and getting his stuff together. “Why Pennsylvania,” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. “What’s there?”

Dean paused and looked over at his brother. “I don’t know yet,” Dean said simply. “I got an email from a friend of Dad’s that said we should check it out. I was going to tell you more in the car when you’re actually conscious.”

“Oh,” Sam said vaguely. He finished putting his stuff away and they threw everything in the back of Dean’s Impala. Then they got in and Dean tore out of the hotel parking lot.

“All right,” he said turning down the radio a bit so they could talk. “Here’s the thing. I got an email from one of Dad’s friends that said an old associate of his had died and they had an estate in some small farm town in Pennsylvania. There are some urban legends tied to the house and stuff. I looked online to find something while you were getting your much needed beauty sleep last night.”

“Did you find anything,” Sam asked almost bitterly.

Dean smiled and let out a small laugh. “Four kids went missing a week ago,” he said simply. “They found the bodies of three of them Tuesday.” Sam just stared at Dean. “What,” Dean asked simply. “Anyways, so he said that this chick from Ireland inherited the house. I thought maybe we could go check it out. Maybe a lead to find Dad?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sam said simply.

“Why the hell not,” Dean asked curiously. “What’s wrong with you today Sam?”

“Nothing,” Sam answered defensively. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I don’t think its our kind of thing.”

“That’s a load of crap Sam,” Dean said quickly. “You know this is our kind of thing. What? You have a problem with Saratoga Pennsylvania?”

“No,” Sam shouted. “Its just… I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Well I’m going unless you give me a damn good reason not to. I’m not gonna do this fight again Sam,” Dean shouted to his brother as he pulled the car over on the side of the road.

“Its nothing,” Sam said with a sigh. “I just have a bad feeling about it all right.”

Dean sighed and turned to his brother. “Sammy,” he said very seriously. “That’s what we do, chase down our bad feelings and beat the crap out of them.”

Sam sighed and lowered his head. Dean was right. Maybe that dream would help them solve whatever was wrong in Saratoga. “Fine,” Sam said reluctantly. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the window silently as Dean pulled back onto the road and they headed for Saratoga Pennsylvania.

It took them two days to get there. The brothers pulled up to a small hotel there, the only one in town. Everything, every detail was exactly like Sam has seen. There was just one huge difference. Dean said that Emma’s, if that was actually her name, stepfather was an old associate of their father’s.

Dean walked up to a young woman, probably the same age as Sam, that was standing behind the counter in the hotel lobby. “Hi,” he said flashing a charming smile that made the girl blush. “I was wondering if you could tell us if anyone’s living at the Wilkes’ mansion,” he asked leaning on the counter. Sam stood behind him looking around. He was waiting for the woman to say no one lived there.

“Well you could ask Andréa,” she said cheerfully. “Andréa… umm… Brennan I think. Anyway, you should ask her about the place,” she said with a smile as she stared at Dean. “She lives there.”

“She what,” Sam said turning around instantly. He stared at the girl. Dean turned to Sam and raised his eyebrow with a questioning look.

“You ok there, Sam,” Dean asked with a small laugh.

Sam looked over and Dean. He lowered his head and sighed. “Fine,” he said softly. “What… what did you say her name was again?”

“Andréa,” the girl said softly. “Andréa Brennan,” she said still smiling at Dean.

Sam nodded and headed out the door. “Let’s go Dean,” he said quickly.

Dean looked at the girl and smiled. “You got a name,” he asked.

“DEAN,” Sam shouted.

Dean looked towards Sam. “I’m comin,” he shouted back to his brother. Dean smiled and nodded towards the girl before he turned to follow his brother. He caught up with Sam as they got in the car. “What the hell is your problem Sam,” Dean asked coldly.

“No one knew anyone was there,” Sam said quickly. “And her name wasn’t Andréa it was Emma,” he said firmly.

“What,” Dean asked before started the car.

“I had another dream the other night,” Sam said after a long silence. “This place, that house, the story. Its complicated but it ended with both of us dead, and Dad too,” he said quietly.

“That’s insane Sam,” Dean said instinctively. “Let’s just go talk to this girl and see what she knows all right?”

Sam sighed after a while and nodded then the two headed towards the large mansion they had seen when they entered the town. They drove passed the cemetery as they drove up the driveway. Dean looked over at it. “Creepy enough in the day time,” he said simply. They stopped in front of the house and got out of the car. “So what’s our cover,” he asked. “FBI?”

“She won’t by it,” he said simply.

“Would you stop bein’ so pessimistic.” Sam just shrugged and shook his head. “So what, we just tell her…”

“We tell her who we are,” Sam said quietly. Maybe things were a little different. Maybe it was just a dream. “We tell her who we are because she might know Dad,” he said simply.

“And what if she doesn’t,” Dean asked. “We just go with it and hope she doesn’t think we’re crazy?”

“Pretty much,” Sam answered. Dean looked at him then back at the house. “Let’s go,” he said with a sigh. The two of them walked up and knocked on the door. The girl that opened it was the exact same girl that Sam had seen. His heart stopped for a moment. He looked over at Dean as he smirked at the girl. “Hi,” he said charmingly. “I’m Dean Winchester,” he said with a smile. “That’s my brother-”

“Sam,” she said with a smile. “Wow,” she said looking back and forth between the two of them. Her Irish accent was as strong as ever. “I’ve… I’ve heard a lot about you, come on in.”