Chapter Two; Demon Blood…

Pain rushed through Sam's head and he felt himself being pulled into a vision…

… A house. One of those old, victorian style houses that you see on restoration shows…

… A boy with dark hair, laying on the hard floorboards, surrounded by other guys his age…

… One of the other boys, the blonde one, standing in front of the dark haired one was ripped apart

by a girl with black hair whipping around in wind that wasn't there, black eyes 'like a demon'

Sam thought, wearing a dress that appeared to once have been white, dripping red with blood…

"Sam? Sam, can you hear me? Sammy!" Dean had, sometime between the vision beginning and the end, stopped the car on the side of the road.

"I-I think, I just had a vision." He was hesitant in confiding in Dean, he didn't want his brother to think he had started on the demon blood again.

"What? Sammy, how could you have had a vision? You haven't—" Dean was interrupted by Sam, "Dean, no! I swear I haven't been anywhere near demon blood. Do you really think that after what happened last time that I would go back to it?!"

Dean quickly tried to calm his brother, once satisfied he started the car up again, "Sorry Sammy, you know I will always be cautious when it comes to you and demons, once an addict always an addict. That's just how it works, you know that."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed, quickly changing the subject, "I think I know where Cas is."

Dean's eyes widened, but had to keep them on the road. "Why didn't you say something sooner? What did you see? How did you know it was Cas? Where is he?" He fired off questions in quick succession.

"Whoa, calm down Dean. I don't know where he is or if it was actually him, but I'm certain it is. He was in an old house, looked like he'd been knocked out, there was another kid being ripped apart by a girl, probably a demon judging by her eyes. I'll need to do some research, but I'm sure I can find the house in someone's archives. We should find a place to spend the night."

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Cas had just gotten home from Anna's house he was exhausted, despite his lack of activity. As soon as his head hit the pillow he sank into a world of slumber.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in the back of a car— which he now knew to be a '67 Chevy Impala, from his previous dreams, Sam and Dean were sitting in the front, he in the back just like always. The two men looked older than they usually did in his dreams. They weren't talking to him either, as if they didn't know he was there.

"I think I know where Cas is." Sam said quietly to Dean.

"Why didn't you say something sooner? What did you see? How did you know it was Cas? Where is he?" Dean asked in rapid fire, giving Sam brief glances while still concentrating on the road.

"Whoa, calm down Dean. I don't know where he is or if it was actually him, but I'm certain it is. He was in an old house, looked like he'd been knocked out, there was another kid being ripped apart by a girl, probably a demon judging by her eyes. I'll need to do some research, but I'm sure I can find the house in someone's archives. We should find a place to spend the night."

The two stopped their conversation there, Sam pulling out his laptop and soon had his fingers dancing all over the keyboard, with skill that only someone often using such a device can achieve, and Dean had once again putting all his focus on the road, although to Cas it looked as though he were in deep thought, with just a small upwards tilt to the corners of his lips.

A/N: Hey Guys, first of all I want to thank the guest known as ploThief for getting me back into my groove in matter of seconds, although I had already half written this chapter a month or so ago, your review got me to finish it and to hopefully post another chapter soon! And please if you have any ideas or think I could have done something better or even spelling errors, do not hesitate to let me know!

See you 'round,

- Emma Lou