Highway to Hell: Special Feature: Alternate Ending 2
Chapter Wordcount: 430
Same disclaimers, pairing etc from series
*evil maniacal laughter*
Sam shot awake, gasping for breath and sweating like he had just ran a mile.
He quickly looked over at Dean, who, thanks to this last hunt, was so exhausted he hadn’t woken up at Sam’s start.
He continued to pant and ran one of his hands through his moppy hair.
This vision hadn’t been like the rest. It was so real and…detailed. It wasn’t just bits and pieces and shards of a story, clues to figure out. It was like a friggin’ novel in his head.
He glanced over at a still sleeping Dean before throwing off the motel’s threadbare blanket and walking over to the small table in the corner, powering up his laptop.
It just felt too real; he had to check it out.
By morning his eyes were tired and he was scrubbing his face when Dean woke up.
“Dude, did you even sleep at all last night?” Dean asked concerned.
“Yea…a little.”
“What?” Dean said slowly, afraid he already knew the answer.
“I had another dream.”
“Like a nightmare?”
“Not exactly.”
Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“And this girl…”
“Monte.”
“She was in your dream?”
“Yea man, I’m telling you. It was so real…and it wasn’t just like the little glimpses I get normally. It was like…a movie or something.”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
Sam gave Dean a look.
“Oh yea, my dreams are always just coincidences.”
“What did you eat before you went to bed?”
“Dude, I’m not tripping! I looked up everything I could remember, she’s real. Tabrina Lyman, her friend Rylee Scott that we stayed with, her Dad’s auto shop, her family…even the trucker guy Rickie, I’m telling you dude, it’s all real.”
Dean sighed, shifting his grip on the steering wheel again and easing down on the gas pedal and speeding the Impala over a crest of hill.
Sam’s eyes went wide as a cream colored car with its hood up came into view.
Dean’s eyes followed the car as they sped towards it and they both never took their eyes off of it as they past it and went down the other side of the hill.
Dean stopped dead in the middle of the highway and stared out the windshield, white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
Sam was staring a hole into the side of his head, eyes wide.
“Was that her?” Dean asked.
Sam just nodded dumbly.
Dean glanced over at him with a glare.
“Son of a bitch,” he mumbled, cutting the Impala hard and making a U-turn in the middle of the highway.
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Same disclaimers, pairing etc from series
*evil maniacal laughter*
Sam shot awake, gasping for breath and sweating like he had just ran a mile.
He quickly looked over at Dean, who, thanks to this last hunt, was so exhausted he hadn’t woken up at Sam’s start.
He continued to pant and ran one of his hands through his moppy hair.
This vision hadn’t been like the rest. It was so real and…detailed. It wasn’t just bits and pieces and shards of a story, clues to figure out. It was like a friggin’ novel in his head.
He glanced over at a still sleeping Dean before throwing off the motel’s threadbare blanket and walking over to the small table in the corner, powering up his laptop.
It just felt too real; he had to check it out.
By morning his eyes were tired and he was scrubbing his face when Dean woke up.
“Dude, did you even sleep at all last night?” Dean asked concerned.
“Yea…a little.”
“What?” Dean said slowly, afraid he already knew the answer.
“I had another dream.”
“Like a nightmare?”
“Not exactly.”
Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“And this girl…”
“Monte.”
“She was in your dream?”
“Yea man, I’m telling you. It was so real…and it wasn’t just like the little glimpses I get normally. It was like…a movie or something.”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
Sam gave Dean a look.
“Oh yea, my dreams are always just coincidences.”
“What did you eat before you went to bed?”
“Dude, I’m not tripping! I looked up everything I could remember, she’s real. Tabrina Lyman, her friend Rylee Scott that we stayed with, her Dad’s auto shop, her family…even the trucker guy Rickie, I’m telling you dude, it’s all real.”
Dean sighed, shifting his grip on the steering wheel again and easing down on the gas pedal and speeding the Impala over a crest of hill.
Sam’s eyes went wide as a cream colored car with its hood up came into view.
Dean’s eyes followed the car as they sped towards it and they both never took their eyes off of it as they past it and went down the other side of the hill.
Dean stopped dead in the middle of the highway and stared out the windshield, white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
Sam was staring a hole into the side of his head, eyes wide.
“Was that her?” Dean asked.
Sam just nodded dumbly.
Dean glanced over at him with a glare.
“Son of a bitch,” he mumbled, cutting the Impala hard and making a U-turn in the middle of the highway.
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