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Season 1, Episode 14 - Nightmare

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Y/N's POV

A man pulls into his garage with Michigan license plates while playing rock music.

He turns off his engine and the music stops when suddenly the garage door closes for itself.

He's startled by this and looks around suspiciously but ignores it until suddenly the doors in his car begin to lock itself.

He tries to unlock it but the engine starts itself and smoke begins to barrel out of the muffler.

He tries turning it off but the keys stuck and the radio turns on, flipping through channels on its own.

The smoke begins to surround the car and enter through the vents, causing him to choke and cough.

He tries urgently to get out but he's trapped, the smoke engulfing his lungs as he begins to scream "Somebody help me!" But no one can hear him.

Soon after he tries kicking the window out but it won't budge and he eventually passes out, dying of asphyxiation.

I jump awake in my bed next to Sam and Dean in the three bedded motel room after that nightmare, sweat beading down my neck. I instantly throw my covers off and bolt to the bathroom to see Sam leaning over the sink, throwing water in his face. He sighs when he sees me and gives me a knowing look.

"You dreamt it too, didn't you?" He asks me and I nod shakily. He moves aside so I can wet my face too, rubbing my back as I try to gasp for air. "What the fuck is going on man?" I ask him, rubbing my face and he shrugs, not knowing what to say.

I walk back to the room and Sam turns on the lights while I shake Dean awake, "Dean, hey charming wake up" I shake him awake gently and he groans. "What're you doing princess?? It's the middle of the night" He groans, getting up as Sam begins to pack our bags.

"We have to go" Sam says urgently and I nod, going to pack my stuff as Dean looks at us confused. "What's happening?" He asks us, concerned. "Just trust us, okay? We have to go. Right now" I plead with him and he sighs, throwing the covers over him.

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"McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress. I need a registered owner of a Sedan. Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven" Sam says into the phone while impersonating a detective to get a location on the car that was in our dream while we make our way to Michigan in the Impala.

"Yeah, okay, just hurry" He urges the officer on the other line. "Sammy, y/n/n, relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare" Dean assures him and my head snaps up at this. "Yeah, tell us about it" I mutter sarcastically. "I mean it. You know, a normal everyday, naked in class nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out, you'll see" Dean tells us convinced.

I huff and roll my eyes, "It felt different Dean. Real. Like when we dreamt about your old house." I say and Sam nods in agreement. "And like when I dreamt about Jessica" Sam adds, the phone still to his ear. "Yeah, that makes sense. You guys were dreaming about our house, Sam's girlfriend. This guy you dreamt, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks us.

And I sigh, shaking my head. "No. Exactly. Why would you two have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean asks. "I don't know" Sam snaps. "Me neither" I add. "Yes I'm here" Sam says into the phone and then looks over at Dean with an 'I told you so' look on his face. He picks up his pen and begins writing.

"Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. Do you have a street address?" He asks the officer. "Got it. Thanks" He finishes before hanging up. "So it checks out" I sigh and Sam nods sadly. "How far are we?" I ask Dean and he looks at me. "From Saginaw?" He asks. "Yeah" Sam responds. "A couple hours" Dean replies.

"Drive faster" Sam urges him and he picks up the pace.

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Saginaw, Michigan

In less than a couple hours, we make it to Michigan. Pulling up infront of Jim Millers house that's swarming with cop cars, we see a ambulance that's loading up a stretcher with what seems to be a dead body. The boys and I look on in disappointment.

We get out of baby and approach the scene, my chest heaving with anxiety. "What happened?" Dean asks one of the many onlookers, "Suicide. I can't believe it" She responds, shaking her head in disbelief. Sam and I share a look before he asks, "Did you know him?"

"Saw him ever Sunday at St. Augustine's. He always seems-" She begins and sighs, before correcting her statement. "-Seemed so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors" She says sadly. "I guess not" I mutter to myself. "How did...uh...How're they saying it happened?" Sam asks curiously.

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running" She tells us and we all share stunned looks. "Do you know what time they found him?" I ask her. "It just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can even imagine what they're going through" She says pity filly and my heart drops as the woman by the front door sobs into the officers chest.

An hour or two ago. It basically happened moments after our dreams. Holy shit.

I can't take this anymore, the surroundings were just so depressing, dark. I decide to walk back to the car and the boys noticed this, following behind me. Sam looks at me with anguish in his eyes, sighing pained. We both lean against baby and Dean approaches us. "Guys, we got here as fast as we could" Dean assures us and we shake our heads.

"Not fast enough" I clench my jaw. "This doesn't make any sense, guys. Why would we have these premonitions unless there was a chance we could stop them?" Sam asks and I shrug, shaking my head. "I don't know" Dean responds. "So what do you think killed him?" I ask them sighing.

"Maybe the guy just killed himself. Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all" Dean suggests and I scoff shaking myself, Sam does the same. "I'm telling you. We watched it happen" I try to convince him and Sam nods in agreement. "He was murdered by something, Dean. It trapped him in the garage" I tell him.

"Like what? A spirit? A poltergeist?" Dean asks, agitated and unconvinced. "I don't know what it was. I don't know what we're having these dreams. I don't know what the hell is happening, Dean." Sam snaps and Dean looks between the two of us, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"What?" I ask him. "Nothing, sweetheart. I'm just worried about you two" He sighs. "Well don't look at us like that" Sam retorts. "I'm not looking at you like anything" Dean says back defensively. "Yes you are. You're looking at us like we're crazy" I add and he shakes his head. "Though I gotta say, you two look like crap" Dean jokes and I roll my eyes, scoffing.

"Nice, thanks. Just what every girl wants to hear" I mutter sarcastically and he chuckles. "Yeah well....come on , let's just pick this up in the morning, alright?" Dean moves to go back to the car. "We'll check out the house, we'll talk to the family" He says, opening the door to the drivers side.

"Dean, you saw them. They're devastated. They're not gonna wanna talk to us" Sam says and Dean nods. "Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to" He tells us and we look at him confused. "Who?" I ask, cocking my eyebrow while he just looks at us with a sly smile. Me and Sam exchange looks that say, 'We're gonna regret asking'

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"You've had some bad ideas, Winchester, but this. This takes the fucking cake" I growl in annoyance, fixing my coif and adjusting my nun gown as we walk up the porch to the Miller residence. Dean had the wonderful idea to dress up as priests and a nun to infiltrate Jim Millers wake.

Him and Sam were dressed in traditional priests outfits while I was dressed in a long ass gown and a coif over my head. This certainly just adds to my religious trauma, not making it any freaking better.

Dean just chuckles as Sam sighs, "This has gotta be a whole new low for us" Sam shakes his head disappointed while Dean smirks, flashing me a wink. "I don't know, I'm digging the whole nun thing" He smirks at me, allowing his eyes to roam up and down me and I smack his arm.

"Shut up before I drown you in holy water boy" I grumble and he laughs as I reach over and ring the doorbell. A couple seconds later, a middle aged man answers the door and we all plaster fake smiles on our faces. "Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley and Sister Criss." Dean smiles, introducing us.

"They're new junior priests over at St. Augustine's church and I'm a nun of the church. May we come in?" I say sweetly and the man looks at us with a sad smile on his face, nodding and welcoming us in. "Thanks" Dean says nicely before turning to us with a smug look on his face as he walks in.

"We're very sorry for your loss" Sam extends his condolences to the man who nods gratefully and locks the door behind us. "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed-" Dean begins to preach his bull but the man cuts him off. "Look. You wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Don't pitch it to me. My brothers dead" The man puts it bluntly, surprising all of us.

"Roger, please" A woman's voice behind us booms at the man and he sighs, putting his hands up defensively before excusing himself. "Excuse me" He says to us and he walks off. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's just so upset about Jim's death" The woman who snapped at Roger, holding a tray apologizes.

We all nod understanding, "It's okay ma'am. Grief affects everyone differently" I assure her with a kind smile, she returns it and interns, "Would you like some coffee?" She offers us. "That'd be great" Dean says giving her a smile.

We're all now on the couch as she pours three mugs of coffee, "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now" Mrs. Miller thanks us gratefully, handing each of us a mug of coffee. "Of course. After all, we are all Gods children" Dean says in a kind tone.

I hold back my snicker at this and Sam watches him weirdly. Dean is currently seated next to me and Sam across from us. The woman nods before walking off, while Dean grabs a sausage from the plate and stuffs it in his mouth. I roll my eyes and give him a disapproving look. Sam does the same at this, scoffing and Dean asks us.

"What?" His mouth stuffed with sausage. "Just tone it down a little bit....Father" I warn him and Sam nods. Dean gives me a sly smirk, leaning in towards me, "That's not the term I'd prefer but I'll take it" He whispers in my ear quietly so Sam doesn't hear. I give him a puzzled look before realization dawns on me and I stare at him agape.

That kinky son of a bitch. I nudge him in his arm a little roughly and he snickers at the blush that's taking over my face. "Shut up you pig" I grumble back at him, clearing my throat. Sam looks at us confused but chooses to ignore it with a raised eyebrow, thankfully. I'm not gonna lie, Dean in that priest outfit slightly has me going for some odd reason.

Dear God, I'm in need of an exorcism because who in their right mind finds a priest outfit attractive?

I could feel Deans eyes roam up and down me, getting the feeling he's just as turnt on as I am right now but now is not the time or the place. I bite my lip slightly to relieve some tension from myself as Mrs. Miller comes next to me and takes a seat.

"So, Mrs. Miller, did your husband have any history of depression?" I ask her gently. "Nothing like that" She says shaking her head and we nod understandingly. "We had our ups and downs like everyone. But we were happy" She tells us honestly, tears welling up in her eyes as her voice cracks. "I just don't understand how Jim could do something like that" She sobs, wiping her tears.

We all look at her, pity etched on our faces. "I'm so sorry you had to find him like that" Sam says sincerely, my heart grieving for the poor woman. "Actually, our son, Max....he was the one who found him" She tells us, pointing to the young man sitting by himself in the far corner of the room.

"Do you mind if I go talk to him?" I ask her and she nods gratefully. "Oh, thank you, Sister" She says gratefully, "I'll go too" Sam chimes him and she sobs. "Thank you Father" She adds and we give her a kind smile. I lean over and put my hand on hers. "God is with you always" I tell her softly and she nods sniffling, leaning over to give me a hug.

I return the hug and soon after letting go, me and Sam get up and walk over to Max, leaving Dean with Mrs. Miller. "Max? Hey, I'm Sam and this is Y/N" Sam introduces us, pulling a chair for me to sit and then another for himself.

I put my hand out to shake Max's hand, which he accepts and the second I take his hand. I feel an odd chill rise at the back of my neck. Max quickly pulls back and I look at him weirdly, almost as if he felt the same thing I did. I clear my throat and pretend as if I didn't feel it but but Sam noticed the interaction.

"So, what was your dad like?" I ask Max casually. "Just a normal dad" He says plainly, a troubled look in his eyes. "Yeah. And you live— You live at home now?" Sam asks him. "Yeah" He answers quietly, his whole demeanor seems off putting. Granted he did find his dad dead so he's grieving but something about him seems....off.

"I'm trying to save up for school, but it's hard" He tells us sadly. "So when you found your dad...." I ask him warily and he takes a deep breath. "I woke up...I heard the engine running.....I don't know why he did it" He pauses between each sentence, horrified. We give him a sympathetic look before Sam says,

"I know it's rough losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers" Sam says calmly, Max doesn't answer but instead looks at us with a tearful expression.

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Later at the motel, Dean is fixing up his guns while Sam is sticking up any information and research on the walls and I'm by the window smoking a cigarette. "So what do you have?" Dean asks us. "Well I have nothing" I tell him, taking a drag from my cigarette and dusting the ash in the ashtray.

"Same here. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built" Sam tells us. "What about the land?" Dean asks, blowing his gun as he cleans it. "No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands or any kind of atrocity on or near the property" Sam says walking towards his bed and sitting on it.

I sigh as I crush my now finished bud in the tray and discard the ashes in a bin next to my bed. "Hey man, I told you guys. I searched that house up and down. There were no cold spots, no sulfur scent, nada" Dean says as he fixes his gun. "Family said everything was normal?" I ask him, taking a seat next to Sam.

"Well, I mean. If there was a demon or poltergeist, don't you think somebody would've noticed something?" Dean asks rhetorically and we sigh. "I used the infrared thermal scanner, Princess. There was nothing" He assures me and I nod. "So, what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and our dream was just some sort freakish coincidence" Sam suggests as Dean cocks his gun.

"I don't know. I'm sure there's nothing supernatural about that house" Dean shrugs. "Yeah. Well. Maybe you know, maybe it has nothing to do with the house" I suggest and Dean looks at me confused. "I don't know man. When I shook Max's hand. I got this odd feeling....I'm sure he felt it too" I admit, I could feel a pressure rising in my head like a headache.

"Your ESP feeling you mean?" He asks, cocking his eyebrows and I roll my eyes in annoyance as the pressure builds. "Hey, I'm not judging" He defends and just hold my head, Sam doing the same. "Forget it" I mumble. "I noticed it too. He was quick to pull back when you shook his hand" Sam chimes in, giving me a look. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid" I sigh rubbing my head groaning.

"Maybe, it's just- Gosh!" Sam groans, holding his head like me in pain. "Maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way" He says holding his head. "What's wrong with you two?" Dean asks us concerned. "Holy fuck!" I scream, gasping as a blinding pain succumbs me, making me double over in pain.

"Ah! My head!" Sam screams just like me, falling into the ground next to me. "Sam? Y/N?" Dean calls out to us concerned, rushing over to us. "Hey! Hey! What's going on? Talk to me!" He grabs both of us by our shoulders, shaking us as we groan from the blinding pain. As he holds onto us, I see a flashing light that goes into a vision.

Roger walking into an apartment with groceries in his hands.

He rests the bag on a counter and opens a beer, taking a sip when a dark figure walks past him.

Suddenly his window opens on its own, sliding up. He notices this and goes over, closing it and locking it.

He goes back to his groceries and begins packing them in the fridge, only for the lock to unhook own it's down, the window sliding up again, as if someone or something is controlling it.

He turns around slowly to see the window open again, taking a sip from his beer, going over again to try and close it again but it won't budge.

He's confused by this and sticks his head out the window to try and see what's holding it open, only for the window to snap shut in an instant, decapitating him. Blood splattering.

Now I see Dean infront of me again, looking at me and Sam in a panicked concern. Sam has a look of horror on his face and I gasp in shock. "It's happening again!" I gasp lowly. "Somethings gonna kill Roger Miller!" Sam says urgently to Dean.

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Now we're all in the Impala, rushing over to Rogers apartment. "Roger Miller?...No, No. Just the address please" Sam says into the phone. My head still hurts from the vision, I can't believe that this is happening. "Okay, thanks" He says lowly, hanging up the phone, groaning in pain from his headache like me.

"450 West Grove. Apartment 1120" He tells us the address. "You two okay??" Dean asks us concerned as he drives. "Yeah" I respond and Sam nods. "If either are you are gonna hurl, I'll pull the car over because the upholstery-" Dean goes to say but I cut him off. "We're fine. Right Sam?" I turn to Sam who nods.

"I'm fine" Sam assures him. "Just drive" I order him pleadingly. "Yes ma'am" He responds, speeding up. Sam sighs, "Guys, I'm scared man" Sam admits. "Yeah, me too" I agree. "These nightmares were bad enough. Now we're seeing things while awake?" Sam rants. "And these visions or whatever...they're getting more intense and painful" I admit.

"It fucking hurts man" Sam groans. "Come on guys. It'll be alright. You two will be fine" Dean assures us. "What is it about the Millers? Why are me and Y/N connected to them? Why are we watching them die?" Sam asks, turning to me and Dean. I can't answer and neither can Dean. "Why is this happening to us?" Sam asks frustrated and I shake my head.

"I don't know, Sam. but we'll figure it out, okay?" I try to reason. "Y/N's right. We face the unexplainable everyday. This is just another thing." Dean says and Sam shakes his head. "No. It's never been us. It's never been in our family like this. It makes sense for Y/N because her mother was psychic but why me? It makes no sense." Sam says.

"No offense, y/n/n. But you get what I mean?" He says apologetically and I nod in response. "I get it. Don't worry" I assure him with a soft smile. "Tell the truth, Dean. You can't tell me this doesn't freak you out" I turn to Dean, he takes a second to answer but says firmly, "This doesn't freak me out" Me and Sam scoff, not convinced.

I can see the look of contemplation in his eyes through the rearview mirror as his eyes flicker over to me. I give him a look that says, 'You're a terrible liar' but he just shakes his head at me with a sad look in his eyes.

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We pull up to Rogers apartment complex just in time to see him walking in with a bag of groceries. "He's walking in" I nudge the boys to draw their attention to him. "Hey Roger!" Sam shouts from the car as Dean parks. "Hey, holdup a second!" Dean calls out for him.

He turns around and scoffs in annoyance when he sees us. "What're you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone!" He shouts back, "Please!" I call out for him and Dean quickly parks. We all bolt out of the vehicle. "Hey, Roger! We're trying to help!" Sam shouts pleadingly, running towards the building entrance, I run behind him.

"Please. Hey! Hey! Hey!" I beg but Roger quickly shuts the door and locks it. Me and Sam bang against it. "I don't want your help" He says angrily and walks upstairs, Dean catches up to us. "We're not priests! You have to listen to us!" Sam tries to reason. "Roger you're in danger!" Dean shouts but he's already gone.

We groan in annoyance and a thought flashes in my head. "Come on, come on, come on" Dean runs to the side, I run behind realizing he had the same idea. Sam following behind me. We end up in the back but the gate is locked. Dean quickly raises his foot and busts down the door and I give him a look of impress.

We run inside to the fire escape and Sam jumps up, climbing up the side. The height is a bit so Dean gives me a boast so I can climb up behind Sam and Dean follows behind us. We quickly run up the side at least six stories when suddenly we hear a window slam shut. My heart beats out of my chest and we all freeze for a moment, sharing a look of horror before bolting back into action.

We finally reach a window that's covered in blood splatters, dripping down the window just like my vision and I gag in disgust, knowing that the vision came through and Roger was decapitated. Sam behind me sees this, his expression etched with horror at the sight.

Dean thinks quickly and hands us each a rag that he had in his pocket. "Here. Start wiping down your fingerprints. We don't want the cops to know we were here. Go. Go. Come on!" He urges us while we're still in a state of shock. I nod curtly, taking the rags and handing Sam one. We begin to wipe the railing and Dean says.

"I'm gonna take a look inside" He tells us, opening another window that leads to Rogers apartment and climbing inside. Me and Sam gulp as we continue to wipe down our fingerprints, tears welling up in his eyes. "We tried to warn him" I say to him quietly. He doesn't answer and just continues to wipe. I can't even fathom what just happened.

"I'm telling you guys, there was nothing in there. There's no signs either, just like the Millers house" Dean tells us as we walk back to Baby. "I saw something in the vision, like a dark shape. Something was- Something was stalking Roger" I admit to them and Sam looks at me surprised. "I saw it too, it was weird" He confesses and I nod.

"Well, whatever it was. I'm pretty sure it's not connected to their house" Dean says as we cross the road, walking towards baby. "No, but it's connected to the family itself" Sam says. "So what do you think? Like a vengeful spirit?" I suggest. "Yeah, maybe. There's a few that have been known to latch onto families. Follow them for years" Dean agrees, opening his car door.

"Angiaks. Banshees" Sam lists as we jump into Deans car. "Basically like a curse" Dean says as we close our doors. "So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy. Something curse worthy" Dean says. "And now something's out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying" I add.

"Hey, you think Max is in danger?" Sam suggests. "Let's figure it out before he is" Dean says, starting the engine. "Well, I know one thing we have in common with these people" Sam says. "What's that?" I ask as Dean looks over at his brother questionably. "All of our families are cursed" Sam says ironically chuckling a bit and so do I.

"Our families are not cursed" Dean defends. "We just....had our dark spots" He lamely puts it, causing me and Sam to chuckle at this. "Our dark spots are...pretty dark" I retort sassily and Sam nods in agreement. Dean smirks at my sass, "You're...dark" He lamely counters again, making us laugh a bit before driving off.

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The next day, we're now back at the Miller residence, dressed up again in our priest and nun attire. "My moms resting. She's pretty wrecked" Max tells us. "Of course" Dean responds understandably. "All these people kept coming with, like, casseroles. I finally had to tell them all to go away" Max complains.

"You know, because nothing says 'I'm sorry' like a tuna casserole" He mutters sarcastically. Me and Sam lightly chuckle at the irony of his statement. Max notices and cracks a bit of a smile at our light expressions. Dean then takes a seat on the couch, I settle next to him on his left and Sam settles on my left, sandwiching me between the boys.

"How're you holding up?" I ask Max gently. "I'm okay" He sighs and I give him a sympathetic look. "Your dad and your uncle were close?" Sam asks. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little" He informs us, a pained look on his face at the mention of his childhood.

"But not lately, much?" I ask. "No, it's not that. It's just- We used to be neighbors when I was a kid. We lived across town in this house and....Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time" Max tells us, sounding a bit fearful. "Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" Sam asks. "It was fine" Max responds quietly, a pained expression on his face.

As if he's reminiscing about something terrible, I look over at Dean who's intently taking in Max's shaky demeanor, "Why?" Max asks, almost on edge. "All good memories?" Dean queries curiously, Max's face slowly drops. "Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle, maybe?" Dean asks but Max shakes his head.

Almost guilty, as if he's hiding something, I cock my eyebrow at this, "Why do you—? Why do you ask?" He stutters, feigning a smile on his face. "Just a question, hun" I assure him, the boys notice his shift in demeanor, Sam is now a bit on edge. Max then takes a deep breath and answers. "No. There was nothing. We were totally normal" Max assures us, trying to be convincing but we don't bite the bait.

"Happy" He adds. "Good. That's good" Dean responds, looking over at me and Sam. "Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off" I turn to the boys and they nod. "Right. Yeah. Thanks" Sam greets Max, giving him a tight smile. "Yeah" Max responds quietly as we walk out.

Now walking back towards Deans car, "Nobody's family is totally normal and happy" Dean comments as we walk back. "I mean, did you see when he was talking about his house?" I add. "He sounded scared" Sam responds and I nod. "Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighborhood. Find out what life was really like for the Millers" I suggest as I take my coif off, tossing it in the backseat.

I open the door and jump in as the boys do the same.

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A little later, we're at the old neighborhood across town that the Millers used to live, questioning their old neighbor. "Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" I ask the man sweetly and he nods. "Yeah, almost 20 years now" He responds kindly. "It's nice and quiet. Why? You looking to buy?" He asks curiously.

"No. No. Actually, we were just wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street" Sam tells him. "Yeah. The Millers. They had a little boy named Max" Dean informs him. "Right" I nod and the man's face drops. "Yeah, I remember them. The brother had the place next door" He says, pointing to the house next door.

"So, what's this about? That poor kid okay?" He asks us concerned and my heart pangs when he says this. "What do you mean?" Sam asks, his expression mirroring mine. "All my life, I've never seen a child treated like that" The man tells us sadly, my stomach beginning to churn. "I mean. I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar out of Max" He informs us.

The boys expression contort to a sympathetic one. "Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of." He adds sadly and I clear my throat. "And this was going on regularly?" I ask lowly. "Practically every day" He says, clenching his jaw in disgust. Me and Sam's heads drop as he continues to explain."In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at that boy. But the worst part was the stepmother" He explains, his tone dropping, my eyebrow cocking at the word 'stepmother'.

I could feel the pressure of the headache from last night building up again in my head but I try to ignore it as he talks. "She'd just....stand there, checked out. Never lifted a finger to protect him. I must've called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good" He tells us. From the corner of my eye I can see Sam's face contort from pain like mine, the blinding headache splitting across my forehead.

"You said stepmother" Dean voices my thoughts. "I think his real mom died. Some sort of accident. Car accident I think" He tells us but I can't take the pain anymore. Me and Sam hold onto each other as we groan, gritting our teeth, holding our heads. "Hey, you two okay there?" The man asks us concerned when he notices us holding our heads.

"Uh, yeah" I assure him and Sam nods. "We're fine sir" Sam smiles tightly, holding onto me. "Thanks for your time" Dean thanks the man quickly, "Uh, yeah thank you" I thank him also as Dean escorts us to the car, holding onto us. He goes to open the door for both me and Sam before another vision starts to take over.

Mrs. Miller in her kitchen, cutting up vegetables while talking to Max.

"I don't know what you mean by that" She says firmly. "You know I never did anything" She adds, looking at him.

"That's right. You didn't do anything" Max growls tearfully, walking closer to her in a threatening manner.

Mrs. Miller jumps in fear when the knife she rest down suddenly starts to move as Max gets closer.

"You didn't stop them. Not once" Max cries as the knife starts to float, Max being the one to control it.

"How did you...?" Mrs. Miller is stunned at the floating knife, inching towards her. She gasps in fear as Max and the knife moves closer.

"Max! Please!" She begs, backing back into the wall as the knife inches towards her eye. But Max doesn't stop, adamant on killing her.

A look of hatred is cast onto Mrs. Miller from Max as the knife floats just millimeters away from her eyeball.

"For everytime you stood there and watched. Pretending it wasn't happening" Max grits his teeth angrily as he cries.

"I'm sorry" Mr. Miller cries, gasping as it moves closer. "No you're not. You just don't want to die" Max shakes his head.

The knife then backs away from Mrs. Miller and she whimpers in relief, only for the knife to rush back towards her.

Stabbing her directly in her eye, jabbing straight through her skull and into the wall, blood splattering behind.

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After the shared vision me and Sam just saw, we're all headed straight to the Miller residence now. "Max is doing it. Everything we've been seeing" Sam breathes out as I groan, holding my head in pain, still in shock from what I just witnessed. I knew something was wrong with the kid, but I didn't expect it to be so horrific.

I need to stop chalking my feelings up to paranoia and start listening to them God Dammit. "You sure about this?" Dean asks us both. "Yeah, we saw him" I assure him, holding my head in pain, Sam doing the same. "How's he pulling it off?" Dean asks us confused. "I don't know. It looked like telekinesis" I tell him.

"So he's psychic? He's a spoon bender?" Dean cocks his eyebrow in confusion. "I didn't even realize it but this whole time he was there. He was outside of the garage when his dad died. He was in the apartment when his uncle died" Sam shakes his head in disbelief, listing off all that happened when realization dawns on me.

"Wait a minute. These visions the whole time. We weren't connecting to the Millers. We were connecting to Max" I point out and realizations settles on Sams face. "The thing I don't get is why, man. I guess, because we're all so alike?" Sam suggests. "Whatre you talking about? The dude's nothing like you two" Dean scoffs.

"Well, we all have psychic abilities. We're all-" Sam goes to say but Dean cuts him off. "You're all what?" Dean snaps. "Sam. Y/N. Max is a monster. He's already killed two people and now he's gunning for a third" Dean tells us and I sigh. "Well, with what he went through, the beatings....to want revenge on those people. I'm sorry, man. I hate to say it, but it's not that insane" I say honestly and Sam nods in agreement.

Dean looks at us in disbelief, "Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family" Dean quips up. "Dean-" Sam goes to talk but Dean cuts him off again. "He's no different than anything else we've hunted. Alright? We gotta end him" Dean says determined, parking the car.

Me and Sam look at him like he's crazy, "We're not gonna kill Max" Sam says. "Then what?" Dean snaps. "Hand him over to the cops and say, 'Lock him up officer. He kills with the power of his mind'" Dean says sarcastically. "Dean. Forget it." I snap while Sam shakes his head. "No way man" Sam says.

"Guys-" Dean bellows. "Dean. He's a person" Sam defends, cutting him off. Dean rolls his eyes, taking off the ignition. "We can talk to him" I try to reason, but Dean looks away from us. I nudge him on his shoulder to look at me, "Hey, promise me you'll follow our lead on this one" I plead with him, he then looks at me with contemplation on his eyes.

"Alright, fine" He obliges, reaching over into the glove compartment. "But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else" He says, taking his pistol out. He looks over at us before opening his door and getting out of the car. Me and Sam share a look. "God, please don't let this stubborn man be the death of us" I mutter to myself.

"Amen" Sam mutters back ironically, before we both get out and follow behind Dean. We run up the porch to their house and knock the door in to see Mrs. Miller and Max in a heated confrontation. Mrs. Miller looks over at us in shock, "Fathers? Sister?" She gasp. Max looks at us, teary eyed, with a guilty look on his face.

"Whatre you doing here?" He asks us, trying to block the knife he was going to use to kill his stepmother. "Uh...sorry to interrupt" Dean says awkwardly. "Max, could we....uh....Could we talk to you outside for just one second?" I ask shakily, trying to remain calm and unsuspecting. Me and the boys feign smiles on our faces.

"About what?" Max asks us in a suspicious tone. "It's- it's private. Um- I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it" Sam says with a tight smile as we approach Max slowly. "We won't be long at all, though. I promise" I assure him with a small smile. Max looks over at his stepmother, who looks back at him fearfully before turning to us. "Okay" He agrees.

"Great" Sam says with a smile. Max then approaches the door and Dean looks at him with a smile, opening it so we can all exit. Max then stops all of a sudden and then force slams the door shut. Suddenly all the window shades in the house starts shutting on its own as Max backs away from the door.

We all look around in shock as this happens. "You're not from the church!" Max shouts in realization. Dean goes to draw his gun but Max uses his telekinesis to draw it towards him onto the ground. Dean is stunned and Max quickly picks it up, aiming it at us. Mrs. Miller gasps in shock as we put our hands up.

"Max, what's happening?" She asks panicked as we start at the barrel of the gun. "Shut up!" He snaps angrily. "Whatre you doing- AH!" She screams as a forces knocks her back into the counter, throwing her off her feet, she hits her head on the edge and falls to the ground bleeding.

"I said, shut up!" Max growls, his voice cracking. "Max, calm down!" Sam pleads. "Who are you?!" He barks at us. "Please. We just wanna talk to you" I plead firming. "Yeah right! That's why you brought this!" He screams, still aiming the gun at us. "That was a mistake. Alright? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max, okay?" Sam tries to reason with him.

"Just, please, hear us out" I beg him. "About what?!" He orders. Me and Sam exchange a look before turning back to him, our hands still in the air. "We saw you do it. We saw you kill your dad and your uncle. Before it happened" I confess to him and he looks at us stunned. "What?" He asks shakily. "We've been having visions, Max. About you" Sam states.

"You're both crazy" Max growls. "So you were gonna launch a knife at your stepmom? Right here?" I call him out, pointing to my eye. "Is it that hard to believe, Max? Look what you can do" Sam points out, gesturing to his stepmom and how he threw her across the room. "Max, we were drawn here, alright? I think we're here to help you" I reason with him, Sam nods quickly. Dean has yet to say a word.

Max begins to hyperventilate, looking at his step mom and back at us, the gun still pointed at us. "No one can help me" He cries. "Let us try. We'll just talk. You, me and Y/N. We'll get Dean and Alice out of here" Sam tries to reason with him. "Uh-uh. No way." Dean finally chimes in, against the thought of leaving us alone with Max.

Suddenly the chandelier above us starts to shake, "Nobody leaves this house!" Max bellows. "And nobody has to, alright? They'll just- they'll just go upstairs" I try to reason. "Sam, Y/N. I'm not leaving you guys alone with him" Dean says firmly. "Yes you are" I grit my teeth. "Look, Max. You're in charge here, alright? We all know that" Sam says calmly.

"No one's gonna do anything don't wanna do but we're talking five minutes here man" I add. "Y/N!" Dean calls out to me panicked. Max looks back at his stepmother who's unconscious and back at us. "Five minutes" He agrees hesitantly and the chandelier above us stops rattling. "Go!" He orders Dean, pointing the gun at him. Dean slowly walks over to his step mom, kneeling down, he lightly shakes her awake and she groans in pain.

"Come on" He says gently, picking her up and carrying her to the other room. Max tells to sit down, resting the gun next to him. We sit across from him. He then uses his powers to make a letter opener stand up at the tip on the table next to him. Me and Sam share an unease look at this.

"Look, I can't begin to understand what you went through..." Sam begins in a sympathetic tone. "That's right, you can't" Max spits back angrily, his eyes focused on the letter opener. "But Max. This has to stop" I plead with him. "It will. After my stepmother" He breathes out, eyes still on the letter opener that's standing using his powers.

"No. You need to let her go" Sam insists gently. "Why?" Max grits his teeth and I sigh, looking over at Sam who gives me a look that says, 'Remain calm'. "Did she beat you?" I ask him calmly. "No. But she never tried to save me. She's a part of it too." He sobs as he uses his powers to spin the letter opener. Sam sighs, "Look, what they did to you, what they all did to you growing up. They deserve to be punished" Sam says understandably.

"Growing up?" Max's gaze snaps over to us. "Try last week" He grits his teeth, making the letter opener spin faster and my heart drops. He then stands up, a pained look on his face. He lifts his shirt up to reveal his ribcage that's bruised. I gasp quietly in shock, my mouth agape while Sam is speechless.

"My dad still hits me. Just in places people wouldn't see it" Max growls. I can't even look at him and neither can Sam. My sympathy growing for this kid. Even if he might be a monster for killing them, they're the true monsters. We both grimace at the bruises and he puts his shirt back down. "Old habits die hard. I guess" He says bitterly, sitting back down on the couch.

"I'm so sorry" I say apologetically. "You didn't deserve that. No kid deserves that." Sam adds, his tone pained. Max just looks at us while breathing hard, looking back at the letter opener he makes it spin faster. "When I first found out I could move things...it was a gift" He begins to explain.

"My whole life, I was helpless. But now I have this" Max says. "So last week, Dad gets drunk. First time in a long time. And he beats the hell me to hell, first time in a long time. And the. I knew what I had to do." Max grits his teeth angrily. "Why didn't you just leave?" Sam asks him and suddenly the letter opener drops, indicating Max let go of it.

"It wasn't about getting away." He shakes his head. "Just knowing that they'd still be out there. It was about not being afraid." He explains while we both look at him, pity etched across our faces. "When my dad used to look at me. There was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like?" He asks us tearfully.

"No" Sam says softly as we shake our heads. "He blamed me for everything. For his job. For his life. For my moms death" He says and we look up at him confused at the last part. "Why would he blame you for your moms death?" I ask him curiously. Max then leans forward and says the last thing I expected to hear.

"Because she died in my nursery while I was asleep in my crib" He says chuckling tearfully. I look over at Sam, the both of us speechless. "As if that makes it my fault" Max says angrily. Sam finally musters up some words, "She died in your nursery?" Sam asks stunned. "Yeah. There was a fire. And he's get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way" Max further explains, tears falling down his cheeks.

"He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling" He says angrily and my heart drops. Me and Sam are absolutely stunned by this, both our mouths agape Max's mom died the same way our moms died. The same thing killed his mom, killed our moms and Jessica? What the fuck?!

"Listen to me, Max" I finally get some words out after being shocked to the core. No pun intended. "What your dad said about what happened to your mom...it's real" I breath out and he looks at me like if I'm crazy. "What?" He asks confused. "It happened to our moms too. Exactly the same" Sam adds, his chest heaving.

"Our nursery's. Our cribs. Our dads saw them on the ceiling" Sam explains and Max shakes his head. "Then your dads must have been as drunk as mine" Max denies and I shake my head. "No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers" I insist. "That's impossible" He denies and realization dawns on me.

"Oh my god" I gasp. "What?" Sam asks me concerned. "This must be why we've been having visions during the day. Why they're getting more intense." I point out and it dawns on him too. "Because we all must be connected in some way" Sam says before thinking. Max has a confused look on his face but Sam asks him, "Your abilities, they started six, seven months ago right? Out of the blue?"

"How'd you know that?" Max asks us tearfully. "Because that's when our abilities started, Max" I tell him and Sam nods. "I mean, yours seem to be must further along, but still, this means something, right?" Sam points out. "I mean, for some reason, we all were chosen." Sam says. "For what?" Max asks us tearfully.

"I don't know" I sigh. "But Sam, Dean and I. My friends and I. We're hunting for your moms killer. And we could find answers that can help us all. But you gotta let us go, Max" I plead with him, trying to convince him. "You gotta let your stepmother go" Sam begs him. Max looks as though his contemplating it and our hopes go up.

But he then shakes his head sniffling and I sigh. "No. What they did to me. I still have nightmares. I'm still scared the time, like I'm just waiting for that next beating. I'm just tired of being scared. If I do this, it'll be over" He sobs, then getting up to go to the room Dean and his stepmom are in. But me and Sam run behind him.

"No, don't you get it. It won't. The nightmares won't end, Max. Not like this" Sam tries to reason with him. "It's just...more pain. And it makes you as bad as them" I tell him honestly. "Max....you don't have to go through all this by yourself" I say gently. Max then sighs shaking his head again.

"I'm sorry" He says, gritting his teeth as he sobs when suddenly a force pushes me and Sam into the closet behind us harshly, the locking infront of us. "No!" Sam and I exclaim in unison. "Max!" We yell, trying to push the door but something is infront of it barricading it, it wouldn't budge.

"No! Max!" We yell pleadingly, banging on the door with all our might. The splitting migraine starts to attack my head again and I scream in pain, Sam does the same, clutching onto me in pain. "Fuck!" I scream as a blinding light takes over.

Dean consoling a hurt Alice with blood dripping from her head, hes wiping the blood when the door opens by itself slowly.

In comes Max and Dean stands up quickly, the door shutting behind Max as the two look at him fearfully.

Dean walks towards Max but he uses his powers to throw Dean into the wall harshly causing Alice to scream.

Dean grunts in pain as Max draws Deans pistol he took earlier. "Max" Alice pleads. "Son of a.." Dean groans in pain, pushing himself up onto his feet.

"No! Max" Alice begs. Dean steps forward and Max lets go of the gun, using his powers to allow it to float in the air.

Dean stares into the barrel of the gun, his face contorting in fear as the gun moves closer to him mid air.

The gun cocks and then turns to Alice who gasp panicked. "No. Max!" She pleads, Dean then steps infront of her to shield her but Max turns the gun to Dean.

"Stay back. It's not about you." He warns him. "You wanna kill her, you gotta get through me first" Dean says bravely, gritting his teeth at Max.

"Okay" Max says calmly. Without hesitation he SHOOTS Dean point blank in the forehead. His blood splattering onto the wall behind him.

He drops to the ground, dead. A prominent bullet wound in the middle of his forehead.

"No." I gasp pained. I look over at Sam to see tears streaming down his face. My heart sinking to the ground. "NO!!!!! AHH!!!" Me and Sam scream in agony at the sight of seeing Dean being killed in that vision. A power urges through me as I try to settle my heavy breathing and I hear something move outside.

Me and Sam look at each other in panic and confusion. I lightly push the door to see the cabinet that Max used to barricade us in, was now pushed forward. Me and Sam look at each other in shock at this. "Did we just..." Sam gasps and I nod shakily. "I think so..." I confirm.

"Come on. We gotta go!" I pull him, we both run to the room that Dean carried Alice in. We burst down the door to see the gun mid air, ready to shoot Dean just like our vision. Max jumps in shock as we do this. "Dean!!" Sam cries out in concern. "No, don't! Don't! Please! Please, Max!" I plead with Max.

"Max...we can help you...alright? But this...what you're doing...it's not the solution." Sam begs, trying to reason with him still. "It's not gonna fix anything" I add while Max looks at me with a pained face, sobbing. "You're right" He says calmly nodding. Me and Sam are relieved by this and I give him a small smile.

He then quickly turns the gun to himself mid air, shooting himself point blank in his forehead before anyone could react. "NO!!" Me and Sam scream in shock as he drops to the floor dead.

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"Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun" Alice explains to the deputy that's taking her statement. It's now a couple hours later and we called the police after Max killed himself. I'm still a bit distraught at the fact that we couldn't help or save Max. "And these three?" The officer asks her, gesturing to us. He looks at us suspiciously.

Alice then looks over at us with a teary face. "They're um...family friends. I called them as soon as Max arrived. I was scared" She covers for us, now beginning to sob. "They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun" She cries. "Where did Max get the gun?" The officer asks.

"I don't know. He showed us with it, and he..." She croaks sobbing. The officer sighs, giving her a pitiful look. "It's alright Mrs. Miller" He says gently. "I lost everyone" She sobs painfully and I can't help but feel a bit sorry for her. Granted her husband and brother were vindictive child abusive assholes.

While she stood and did nothing. No one deserves this. Max sure as hell didn't and neither does she. "We'll give you a call if we have any more questions" The officer then turns to us. "Thanks officer" I say nodding. "Come on" Dean ushers both me and Sam to leave.

I give Alice one last look before walking out the house with the boys. "If I'd just said something else...gotten through to him somehow" Sam begins to say and I sigh sadly. "Oh, don't do that" Dean groans. "Do what?" Sam asks confused. "Torture yourself. And you too Princess. It wouldn't have mattered what you two said. Max was too far gone" Dean tells us honestly as we walk to the car.

"When I think about how he looked at me man, right before..." I say trailing off. "I should've done something" I sigh and Sam nods in agreement. "I'm with Y/N on this one. We could've done more" Sam agrees with me. "Come on, guys. You two risked your lives. I mean, yeah, maybe if we'd gotten there 20 years earlier" Dean tells us.

He takes out his keys to unlock the car and Sam sighs heavily. The guilt of not being able to help Max rising in my chest. "Well. I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad and Mr. L/N" Sam says honestly. "For real. As much as the old man gets on my nerves. I couldn't imagine having a father like Jim Miller" I agree.

Dean looks at us with a bit of disbelief. Chuckling he says, "Well I never thought I'd hear either of you say that" Dean says smiling. I shake my head with a sad smile, "Well, they could've gone a whole other way after our moms" Sam says. "A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting....then we could've had Max's childhood" I say shaking my head.

"All things considered...we all turned out okay. Thanks to them." Sam says honestly. I sigh as Dean looks back at the Miller house and back to us with a slight smile, "All things considered" He retorts smiling, opening the car door and jumping in baby. Sam jumps in the back and I jump in the front and we all make way to the motel.

Later at the motel, we're all packing up to hit the road. Sam and I had a conversation when Dean went to get dinner and decided to talk to him about it. "Dean, we've been thinking.."Sam goes to say but Dean cuts him off, "Well that's never a good thing" He retorts cheekily with a smirk.

"We're serious" I say in a serious tone. "We've been thinking, why would this demon or whatever it is...why would it kill our moms, Jessica and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?" I ask rhetorically as I help Dean fold his clothes and Sam sorts out papers and books from research.

"No idea" Dean responds. "Well, you think maybe it was after us? After Max, Y/N and me?" Sam suggests. "Why would you think that?" Dean asks confused, cocking an eyebrow. "I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions...we all had abilities you know? Maybe it was after us for some reason?" I suggest.

"Guys, if it wanted you, it would've just taken you" Dean says matter of factly. "Okay? It's not after of you guys' fault. It's not about you two" He says plainly. "Then what is it about?" Sam scoffs. "It's about that damn thing that did this to our families. The thing that we're gonna find and kill. And that's all" Dean shuts the topic down.

Me and Sam share a look and he shakes his head, knowing where I'm getting at. I walk up to him and nudge him, "We have to tell him" I mutter softly. "No, y/n/n. He's gonna think we're freaks" He mutters back. "Tell me what?" Dean voice bellows behind us, we jump slightly to see him with his arms crossed, eyebrows cocked.

I have a guilty look on my face, I look back at Sam and he sighs, nodding, "There's uh...something else too" Sam begins. "Oh jeez. What?" Dean groans. "When Max locked us in that closet with that big cabinet against the door. We moved it" I say quickly, clearing my throat.

Dean chuckles, going back to folding his clothes, "You two got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for" He laughs and I shake my head. "No man, we moved it. Like Max" Sam reveals and Dean looks at us stunned. "Oh...Right.." He says softly. "Yeah" I respond back in the same tone.

He then picks up a spoon and turns to us, "Bend this" He says and I roll my eyes. "We can't turn it on and off, Dean" Sam says annoyed. "I don't know. We can't control it. I just....We saw you die and it just came out of us. Like a— like a punch" I explain. "You know? Like a freak adrenaline thing" Sam adds.

Dean looks down and puts the spoon away, "Well I'm sure it won't happen again." Dean says. "Yeah, maybe" Sam responds and I look at them like they're crazy. "Aren't you worried man? Aren't you worried we could turn into Max or something?" I snap and Dean shakes his head. "Nope. No way" He says plainly, packing his stuff away.

"You know why?" He asks us. "No. Why?" Sam asks exasperated. "Cuz you guys got one advantage Max didn't have" Dean says. "Dad and Mr. Winchester? Because they're not here Dean" I scoff. "No." He shakes his head, putting on his jacket. "Me." He answers our question with a smug smile, flashing me a wink.

My heart leaps when he does this and heat begins to rise in my face. "As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to either of you" He assures us with a smile, picking up his duffel bag. "Now then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go" He says in a serious tone walking towards us.

"Where?" Sam asks, genuinely curious. I cock I eyebrow at his sudden change in tone, crossing my arms over my chest. "Vegas" He says, flashing us a cheeky smile. This makes me burst out laughing because I had a feeling he was gonna say some idiotic bullshit. Sam looks at him in disbelief, rolling his eyes he scoffs walking away.

"What? Come on, man. Craps tables. We'd clean up" Dean calls out to him, walking behind Sam as I pick up my back and follow behind them. I shake my head laughing and he looks over at me with a wide smile, "You're an ass, you know that?" I snort chuckling. "I'm a fun ass" He winks at me, giving me his classic shit eating grin that could make panties drop as he locks the door behind us.

I feel my cheeks getting hotter with a blush but I quickly turn away from him, rolling my eyes I toss my bag into the Impala and jump in the backseat. Dean then gets in the driver pulls out, "I'm serious man, with the both of you we co-" Dean pesters Sam again jokingly. "Just drive!" Sam commands him annoyed, making me and Dean burst out in a fit of laughter.

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Tuesday, September 10th, 2024.

Are either of your parents engaged but not married yet? No. My parents were married prior to having me and my sibling, but they're currently legally separated (not completely divorced). Neither one of them has any plans to re-marry in the future. They still get along for the most part, but they probably wouldn't see one another nearly as often if I wasn't in the mix. We meet up for lunch every few weeks and will see the occasional film in theaters. I also need to call my mom later to figure out where we're going to eat this Thursday.

Do you cuddle with your pet (if you have one)? Of course. Esther isn't a big fan of being held (she's very wiggly), but she will cuddle under the covers with me in bed or sit on my lap when I'm on the computer or something. Karenna is somewhere in the middle in terms of being held (doesn't always love it - doesn't always hate it); she will sit on my lap, and she likes to curl up behind my legs if I'm lying on my side or up by my chest/shoulder if I'm lying on my back. Lacy is the most okay with being held (you can basically hold her like a baby and she's very calm about it), but she's not particularly cuddly; she just likes to be close without being disturbed. She's also more bonded with my dad than with me, so she tends to sleep in his bed down by his legs.

What college did you want to attend as a kid? I didn't care. I knew it was more or less expected that I would attend, but as for a dream college, there was nothing like that. I ended up going to a local community college, but I never completed a degree.

Do you have a pet gecko? I don't.

Are you scared of reptiles? I'd be apprehensive if I had to deal with anything venomous, but in general, no. I really enjoyed taking care of all the reptiles when I worked at the pet shop.

Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Possibly. I know I've eaten raw brownie and banana nut bread batter - my sibling and I always used to eat the leftovers from the bowl when we were kids.

Where would you most like to go in your state, etc that you haven’t been? I don't have anywhere specific in mind, but I would love to explore the mountain backroads in CO. Maybe make it a multi-day trip. Stop for cute towns and tourist attractions, photo opportunities at scenic overlooks, picnics, great campsites…

Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with? I'm not sure.

About what things are you most selfish? Probably food, lmao. I can and will share, especially when there's an abundance, but there are times when I can be possessive and worried about having enough. Idk if it's an eating disorder thing or what.

Are you camera shy? Why/why not? Not really. I've just accepted that I'm going to think I look crappy in photos taken by other people. The memories matter more.

What is one small thing your significant other does that makes you happy? If you are single, what is one small thing a friend does to make you happy? This just re-re-reminded me to check my messages from Ollie, but it says "message unavailable." Huh. Anyway. One thing they do is hype me up. Recently, they were saying that I should be a social media manager for the animal shelter because I take so many photos and know the kitties so well. They already have someone (probably more than someone) who manages that sort of thing and I'm not at all tech-savvy, but their belief in my ability was uplifting. :')

From inside of your house, how many doors lead outside? Two. Then there's another door that leads to the garage.

Who was the last person to give you flowers? I received a bouquet of sunflowers at the volunteer appreciation dinner last April.

What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Worrying, overthinking, excess sugar, coffee, smoking, volunteering, YouTube…

Do you like BBQ sauce? I do.

How many subscribers do you have on your YouTube channel? Zero. I only use it for watching videos; I don't create content or leave any comments.

If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? I'm fine with the car I have (it's red).

What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? I don't have a favorite.

What was the last thing you were mad at a doctor about? That's not a story I want to get into.

Is your mother a lesbian? I don't think so…

Do any of your close friends NOT have a Facebook account? I don't know whether Ollie has one or not. I haven't been active there for about a decade now, so it's not something I tend to think about.

Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? No.

When was the last time you swam in a pool? Not since I was a teenager.

What was the last thing you said out loud? Probably something to one of my cats.

Have you ever wanted to be a nurse? No.

Who or what do you worship? I don't really worship anything - not even God. I do believe in God (for lack of a better way to put it), but my connection isn't like that. In fact, sometimes I can get downright pissy. Just the other day, I was like, "Hey God, what the actual fvck is up with this shit?!" I know I'll eventually turn the situation into some sort of lesson or learning experience, but will it ever make divine sense? Who knows.

What was the last song you listened to on repeat? I don't know about a single song, but the last album I listened to on repeat was Precession by Fifty Dollar Dynasty.

What song do you want played at your wedding? There isn't one. If it was up to me, I'd just do without it.

What are three of the most painful things you have ever stepped on? Just stuff like hot asphalt/cement and rocks. I also stepped on a bee as a child. I was running through the park while wearing sandals, and a bee somehow managed to get between my foot and my sandal and it stung the underside of my toe. It wasn't especially painful, though.

If applicable, what song are you listening to right now? I'm not listening to anything.

If you could choose three US states to visit, which three states would you pick? Let's go with national parks instead because they would be my main reason for visiting a particular state: the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, and Glacier NP.

Have you ever donated blood? No.

Would you rather attend a yoga class or a Zumba class? Zumba sounds fun.

Have you written anything down today? No.

Do you own a pair of pink pants? I have some old pink sweats/track pants.

Do you normally eat healthy? I'm nowhere near a health fanatic, but I don't have the worst diet in the world either. I eat a lot of generally healthy foods, but I also eat plenty of treats/junk foods.

What is the best compliment you’ve ever received? I'm not sure… The people who say the nicest things are my dad, my therapist, and Ollie, but you know that tendency to doubt the people closest to you because they "have to" say nice things or they're just biased or whatever? Well…it's like that.

Do you believe in miracles? Maybe not miracles. Maybe not some sort of divine intervention. But highly unlikely, amazing, fortuitous events that seem to come out of the blue or snatch victory from the jaws of defeat? Sure.

What are three ways in which you are not normal? Hmm. I volunteer full time instead of applying for an actual job/paycheck (I have my reasons). I drink a loooot of water (thirstiest person alive, literally, I swear). I don't like road trips (aside from the hypothetical scenario I talked about above).

Which genre of music do you listen to the most? Classical. Then whatever's on the radio at the shelter. Usually pop, classic rock/rock, and occasionally country.

Last person you kissed, are they into any type of sports? Which ones? No.

Does your best friend have a job? Yes.

Do you ever visit people at work? Like outside of work? As friends instead of merely coworkers? No. However, Libby left recently and now works at a bakery in town, so I am planning on going there soon to get some treats and say hello. :')

When you move out your house (or if you already have moved out) do you plan on still visiting your parents’ house? Of course.

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant? I often do. Exceptions would be when I feel like there's not enough to bother or if I just genuinely don't think I will eat the rest of it.

Have you ever ghost rode the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to? No.

What do you think of long-term relationships? I don't even know what to say to this, lmao. It's such a strange question. Like yes, I would like to have a long-term, solid, healthy connection with someone…?

Do you have a lot of social media accounts? Do you update them all regularly? Just a few. I update this account and my IG fairly regularly.

When you’re in trouble, do your parents ever “middle name” you? No.

When was the last time you got a new tattoo or piercing? Do you have any plans to get either in the future? It's been years.

Are you patriotic at all? Why/why not? I think this survey was combined with another that I took recently, so I'm just gonna breeze through the questions I've already answered.

Are you any good at packing a suitcase? I guess...? It's not hard...?

Have you ever had a white hot chocolate? What did you think? I haven't, but I would be interested in trying one.

Do you ever get eczema? No.

Have you ever mowed a lawn? Yeah.

Is there anyone you would do literally anything for? No. But figuratively, I would do anything for my dad and my cats.

Have you ever done a “knock-and-run” prank? A few times as a kid.

Have you ever stabbed a friend in the back, intentionally or not? I don't want to go into detail, but you could say that. It wasn't malicious - like my intention wasn't to hurt or betray them - but it was pretty selfish.

What’s the longest you’ve ever slept in one go? Without waking up whatsoever? I'm not sure.

Have you ever dated someone with an accent different than yours? Not really.

Have you ever worked two jobs at once? No.

Do you enjoy the smell and taste of cinnamon? I do.

Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool? I don't personally, but I think we have an old Swiss Army knife somewhere.

What was the last thing you took a video of? I'm not sure.

What are some of your least favorite foods? I'm not a huge fan of most seafood. I'll eat some battered and fried stuff, but that's about it. I'm also not a fan of seaweed. I've tried to like it, but I just…can't.

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