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Safe place (1)

Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,983

Summary: A girl has been appearing in his dreams. Sam knows she's real, and he needs to find her... fast.

Warnings: +18. Dark themes. Minors DNI. Mentions of sexual, physical, and mental abuse (not explicitly, but there are some light descriptions. Please read with caution). Nudity... kinda. Cursing. Series typical violence. Angst. (Also, I describe some of the MC features, so I do not consider this an insert reader, but it can be read as such as I do not mention her name). Super long A/N at the end!

Where am I?

That was the first question that crossed Sam Winchesters' mind the moment he opened his eyes. He was in a park with tall, abundant green trees that let just a few sunrays pass through. Far ahead, he could see a lake reflecting the orange sunset of the sky.

At the skirts of the lake, there was a bench. And on that bench, there was a girl.

Who is she? Was the second question he asked himself. He got closer to see her: long brown hair waving at the pace of the wind, a beige nightgown falling just above her knees caressing her skin, she was sitting on the bench with her hands on her lap, eyes closed, enjoying the sound of the waves, the birds, the quiet. She was beautiful.

Then, she talked.

"Hey, Samuel," she said on a light whisper, snapping him out of his reverie, and opened her honey eyes.

How does she know my name? Was the thought that came to his mind, she didn't even look at him, how did she know there was someone there? He had been walking slowly, doing barely a sound. Instead of saying any of this, he greeted her like she was an old friend, yet a confused tone in his voice.

"H-Hey..." he replied with caution.

She turned around, and full lips smiled at him. But it wasn't that type of smile that reached her eyes, no... it was nostalgic, like she was missing something.

"C'mon, sit" she said tapping with her hand the spot next to her. Hesitant, he sat a little too close to her. Not on purpose, the bench is really small, although deep down he knew what he was doing. He had been having this tingle in his hands since he saw her up close; he wanted to touch her, he wanted to know if this was real, he wanted to make sure this wasn't some sort of trick from his mind, a product of my imagination, maybe?

"I'm not" she said out of nowhere. What?

"Sorry?" He asked confused, "you're not what?"

"A product of your imagination, of course".

"How did you—?" He stopped himself. This was officially out of his paranormal knowledge. She laughed a little, and the moment he heard it, he knew he could for the rest of his life. "If you are not, then how did you know who I was?"

"Oh, silly! Don't you know where we are?" She replied like it was the most obvios thing in the world.

He denied.

"This is your mind."

Sam frowned, skeptical.

"What—? How—?" He tried to insist, but the words weren't coming out. He was shocked with what was going on, it was the first time he had a dream like this. She laughed again.

"Don't ask, Sam, just listen" she said giggling, turning her head towards the lake. He followed her gaze, but quickly looking at her again, mesmerized by her big open eyes admiring her surroundings, and her face that lit up like it was her first time seeing it.

"What am I supposed to be listening to?" He asked, although he didn't want to. She looked so concentrated on the view he didn't want to intrude.

"This," she made a pause, "the silence, the calm... it's so peaceful."

"What? My mind?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, your mind! It's beautiful."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it" Sam argued in a more serious tone "it's rare for it to be like this." He picked up a stone and threw it as far as he could towards the center of the lake. It reminded him of how he used to play with his brother, to see who would throw better so the rock would come back again when their father left them alone or when they didn't have any jobs to do. He smiled wistfully; Dean was always the good one at that.

It was one of those memories that made him feel as if his family had always been normal, as if he had always been normal.

She smiled at him again, sadness on her face like she could sense his emotions or his mind; she said nothing about it, though.

"It is nice anyway". She said, ending the conversation.

They sat in silence for what it felt like hours, but only a few seconds had passed when he talked again.

"Who are you?" He asked out of the blue.

"Hm?"

"I mean, I know you are not a creation of my mind, but I don't know if you're real" He continued not noticing how she looked away and her eyes watered, "I just want to know what I should call you."

"My name?" She asked.

"Yes, your name." He reaffirmed.

She swallowed anxiously. She wasn't sure if it was smart to tell him something so private, yet he inspired her a type of confidence that she had never experience before. She swallowed and started, hesitant. "My name is—"

It all muted. He saw her moving her lips, but he didn't hear a thing, "What?"

"It is—" Again, muted.

"I can't hear you!" He shouted, but it did nothing.

Instead, he saw her face turn into pure anguish, tears falling from her eyes screaming desperately. She tried to reach him, but it looked like the more she tried, the more he seemed to get away, and the scenario changed completely.

In front of him was a gagged girl with her eyes blindfolded, crying and trying to scream for help, to get free from the ropes that tied her to the thick wooden column of a damp and dark basement, wearing only her bottom underwear with a torn red shirt trying to cover the little remaining dignity she had left.

Just as he was going to yell at her, the door upstairs opened slightly and a pair of dirty boots began to descend slowly, prolonging the girl's suffering as she tried to get as far away from him as the ties would allow. Sam tried to stop him, but no matter how hard he tried to yell, not a single sound came out of his mouth. The guy pulled out a knife and held it to the girl's neck as he unbuttoned his pants, spitting out insults and threats that Sam couldn't quite comprehend.

Then... it all went dark.

...

When he woke up, he was soaking wet. He sat on the bed panting and gasping for air, grabbing his chest with trembling hands; his body ached as if he had been run over by a truck.

What in the actual fuck—?

"Hey Sammy, you okay?" Sam flinched at the sound of his brother. Dean was already dressed and packing up his things to continue the trip. He was cleaning his gun when his brother woke up, looking at him unimpressed about the fact that he was drenched in sweat. Since Jessica's death, Sam has been having nightmares, and Dean has been by his side in every single one of them; some where premonitions as he learned later, others where just bad memories of her late girlfriend o mother.

This one was different, though, and he was sure of it. Damn, he knows Sammy better than he knows himself after all those years hunting together. He is his brother for Christ sake!

"I... I think so... yeah..." Sam answered, standing up grunting from the position he has been sitting.

"You sure?" Dean insisted, Sam just nodded, "another premonition, maybe?" Sam looked throughout the window of the motel, looking for something to entertain his mind in a desperate attempt not to think about what he just dreamed. "Hey! Earth to Sam!" He said louder, snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

"Sorry, uhh, no" he said defeated, "I think it was something else." He paused for a second or two, "anyway, not important" I think, "do you found a job or somethin'?" Sam asked, changing the subject. Dean wasn't very happy about it, but humored him nonetheless.

"Well... I'm not sure if this is our thing, but it could be. Look," he turned the laptop screen to his brother, showing him a headline of a local paper from Texas: 《19 year-old girl found dead floating on the shores of Lake Travis.》

"'Fourth death this year'?" Sam read, "Dude, we're barely in february."

"Looks nasty, doesn't it?"

"Do you think we could be dealing with another water spirit?"

"Well... there's only one way to find out, right?"

Sam nodded. "Wait by the car, I'll be ready in ten."

...

Sam...

Her voice echoed in his mind.

Sam...

He was standing in the middle of the lake, water knee deep, with no signs of the owner of the voice. Though it was very similar to–

Samuel...

There she was, calling him again, the sweet voice turning into a loud crying. He turned around desperately trying to identify where it came from, failing miserably.

Then, a pair of lips brushing his ear, whispering softly.

Wake up, Sam...

"SAMMY, WAKE UP!"

"Ahhh!" Sam screamed, "The fuck, Dean?! You wanna make me deaf or what?" He scolded his brother, touching his ear, "You scared the shit out of me," he mumbled.

"Well, you earned that, I called you seven times. If I didn't know better, I would've thought you were just moving in with the creator, " he bited back. At the confused look of his younger brother, he added, "And you snore in your sleep. It's annoying."

"Yeah, right." He said dryly, stepping out of the car, "remind me why are we here again?"

"The alleged water spirit?" Oh right, the Lake Travis girl, he thought. Wait, she isn't her, is she? "Can I see the picture of that girl again?"

"Be my guest, the lap is in my backpack, 'think it still has some battery on it."

Sam hurried inside the motel room and opened the computer on the same article they left it and scrolled down until a face appeared: a portrait of a blonde girl with pale skin and gray cloud eyes was shown next to a text that read: 《Young Amelia Burton was found dead at Lake Travis' shore. The autopsy report states cause of death by drowning and no signs of abuse; there were no witnesses due to the hour of the event, yet her parents are still looking for those responsible since they affirm that she was going to attend a diving national competition next month, insisting it was homicide》.

"At least it's not her..."

"Her? Who's her?" Dean said stepping inside with a bag of Cheetos in his hand.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Err, no one, just uhh..., thought she looked familiar," Sam stuttered, clearing his throat, hoping his brother bought that little lie he invented. Fortunately, he was to busy eating to notice.

"Dude, you're weird." Sam rolled his eyes at his comment, he then added, "want some?"

"Uhh, no" Sam said, "I don't like those."

"I confirm: you're weird" Dean replied, "I'm gonna go see what I can find about our victims, see if they have something in common." He said grabbing his gun and his fake IDs.

"Okay, I'll stay here, see what I can find online."

"Alright, call me if you need anything."

"Yes, daaaad" Sam said, sarcastically. His brother looked at him, "What? You sound like him... oh my God..."

"What?"

"You're old." He realized and laughed.

Dean turned around, stepping outside and closing the door behind him "...bitch".

"Jerk". Sam bit back, smiling.

And he was all alone again.

...

There he was again. The same lake, the same bench. He didn't know how he got there, but he was already sitting on it. He scanned the landscape, looking for her. She had to be there somewhere, he was sure of it.

The lake, he thought, remembering the past dreams. He stood up and ran barefoot towards the shore, he saw her at the distance, knee-deep in the water looking at the horizon.

"Hey!" He called a few feet away. She turned around at the sound of his voice, and the sight left him paralized: she looked skinnier, paler, puffy eyes and tears running down her cheeks. But the worst part was when he notice the bruises and hand marks on her arms, her face... and her legs.

What happened to you? He thought. She looked at him with desperation in her blurr eyes, at the edge of tears again, as in ready to escape from him.

"Hey, hey, easy..." he whispered when reached her.

"Sam?" She responded softly with hoarse voice.

"Yes, I'm here... I'm here." He tried to assure her, but the rage he felt inside wasn't helping. He was angry, furious. He wanted to punish the monster who did it, "Talk to me, what happened?"

"I..." She started between sobs. Sam caressed her face with shaking hands whipping her tears away. She flinched at first, but relaxed instantly at the touch of his palms. It was sutil, but he noticed, making him angrier, "H-He's... evil, cruel, he's gonna do terrible things," she cried.

"Wait, he's gonna? It hasn't happen yet?" He answered, with hints of hope in his voice; she nodded as she bursted into tears. She was hurting, helpless. "Hey, it's alright, I–"

"No, it's not! He's bad, Sam, he's... If he finds me I'm dead, I'm not gonna make it this time"

"What do you mean this time?" He was trying to stay calm, but the mere thought of her being punished like this was enough of a reason for him to kill that motherfucker. "Hey, hey! Look at me, breath." He said, calming her down, "I'm not leaving."

She was still shaken. But at least she's not crying anymore.

"Better?" She nodded. Sam continued, "Alright, I'll need you to tell me your name."

"What?"

"Sweetheart, I wanna help, but ya' have to work with me on this one. C'mon, just tell me so I can start looking for you."

"I... I don't remember..."

"...Sorry?"

"I don't remember, Sam. I don't even know who I am." She put her hands on her head, pulling her hair anxious. "Sam... Help me, please..."

He woke up screaming, again.

...

Dean wasn't buying it.

They have been in Texas for almost three weeks now. It turned out the Lake Travis case was just another vengeful spirit, or, as Dean said, a very pissed ex-boyfriend.

It was an easy case. It would have been faster if his little brother hadn't been sleeping during the majority of the case. His excuse: fever. So yeah, he wasn't gonna believe in that crap.

"So..." he said.

"So...?" Sam answered.

"Are you gonna tell what the hell is going on? You've been sleeping a lot lately and still looking like shit," Dean exclaimed, "Plus, you wake up screaming 11 out of 10 times."

Sam looked surprised, "What are you talking about?" He replied, trying to get away from the conversation.

"Thought I wouldn't notice? I your brother goddammit! It was just a crappy ghost, but you almost died out there."

Sam sighed. He really didn't want to engage in this discussion, but he knew he had no choice. This dream situation was getting out of his hands and he-even if he didn't want to recognize it-needed his brothers help, especially if he wanted to find out who and where she was.

So, he told him. About he lake, the first meeting, the basement, everything he remembered from what had happened till that moment.

And Dean was more than intrigued.

"Okay, let me get this straight" He begun, "this girl, whose name you don't know, has told you she is in danger".

"Correct".

"But you don't know where she is or what is she hiding from, right?"

"Yes and no", Sam said, he had just realized something, "Dean, I don't think she is in a paranormal type of danger", his brother gave him a look as in saying go on, "I think she is actually being kidnapped by someone, a human".

"Ok, but" Dean continued, "Sam you know this is not our type of job, we don't hunt humans".

"Yes, seriously, I've been thinking about it" Sam was starting to freak out, "and I know it is not our problem, but you have to understand, these were not normal premonitions. I talked to her; I nearly touched her-"

"But how are you so sure?!" Dean claimed.

" I DON'T KNOW!"

There was a dead silence between them, neither of the two knew how to react at that moment. They just stared at each other looking for an answer, a place to start. Sam sighed and sat on the edged of the nearest bed, head in his hands. I'm sorry, he thought, trying to reach her through mind, I don't know if I can help you. He felt the same thing as when Jessica died: powerless and small.

Dean just watched. He knew his brother was struggling, but he did not imagine it was that big of a deal. He was not good at comforting people, but Sam is his little brother, he at least could try. He sat next to him and sighed defeated.

"Listen," Dean said, "yes, we don't do this kind of jobs, but we can try looking for her".

Sam looked his brother, "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean we don't know anything yet, but we can begin doing a list of reported missing people and see if we can find anyone with the description you gave me". Sam was amazed at Deans' words. He knew his brother rarely accepted jobs with this little information, let alone jobs that had nothing to do with the demon type. So, he was relieved when he herd his brother saying those worth.

He was proud of him, he never disappointed.

With a calmed yet enthusiastic voice, Sam agreed "Alright, then. When do we start".

A/N: Hey! Brenii here. So this is my first time actually publishing anything and I had this plot just sitting there at the back of my brain shouting "WRITE ME!" at me every free time I had. It turned out a little long so I divided it in two, but I'm really proud of it! So yeah, I wanted to write it for one of my favorite fandoms, and also wanted to try it out cause I've been on a creative block for years now and I think it is finally over. Also, my first language is not english, so if you see an error or anything like that, it was not me, it was Google Translator, but pleaseeee let me know! Also, this is just part one, so let me know what you think. Will they find her? But more importantly will they find her in time? Stay tuned for part two! Thanks to everyone that read 'till the end, and if you really liked it, don't forget to reblog!

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