"Alright, we are closing off for the night. Could you hand me those keys, please?"

You jumped slightly at the question of your co-worker, you were so deep in your own thoughts you had forgotten where you were for a second. Turning your gaze to the left to see a key with a bright red keychain attached to it laying behind the reception desk you were leaning on and gave a small nod while handing it over.

Adriana took the keys from your hand, giving you a puzzled look before turning it into a soft smile. "Daydreaming again?" You nodded while forcing back a yawn that was threatening to come out. "You have been quiet the entire shift, are you having those dreams again?"

"They keep coming back." You nodded, still trying to fight the urge to yawn. You had been tired this entire evening, and you weren't going to let this feeling win, not now, not ever. "They are getting worse and worse... And lately, it has been the same one. Every.Single. Night" Adriana gave you a sympathetic look.

"You know I am worried about you, right?"

"I thought I saw something in your eyes" You laughed, pushing yourself off the desk to stand straight, giving your body a much-needed stretch. "I'll be fine, honestly. I am probably still sleeping more than when I was in school." You gave your friend a smug grin, but Adriana did not seem amused. The two of you have been working together at the 'VanHouse Auction Center and Exhibition' for two years and had grown quite close. Tho you never saw each other during the day when you weren't working. Whenever you and Adriana decided to see each other, it was after working hours, which meant getting your drink on in your favourite bar. This friendship dynamic made for the perfect atmosphere for sharing very personal troubles. This friendship was like being friends-with-benefits. But the benefit was sharing secrets you'd ever tell a single soul. You and Adriana would get together and vent for as long as possible, and then none of them asks for it ever again unless the other brought it up.

Adriana walked over to the big front door of the exhibitions' foyer they were standing in to close the large glass doors. It was October 31st: Halloween. And you, lucky girls, had the nightshift. VanHouse was organising a Halloween themed scavenger hunt that was 'as frightening as it will be educational.' or at least, that was what the pamphlet promised those poor kids' parents.

You let out a long sigh. "Did you expect more participants this evening?" Opening one of the bags of candy from the stock that was they opened because of the lack of visitors and even trick or treaters and popping an M&M in your mouth.

Adriana started to laugh as she turned around, making her long crimson-dyed hair dance around her shoulders. "Definitely not." she shrugged, walking over where you were standing and grabbing a handful of the multicoloured candy. "But I don't care. It's easy money, right?"

You lifted your shoulders; you honestly weren't thinking about that. "I guess... If I hadn't been working, I would have sat on my couch the entire time, watching some obscure horror movie." You rolled your eyes. "Wouldn't have won either way."

"Well at least you got to experience this dramatic evening with me" Adriana retorted, flashing you a shit-eating grin. She must be very proud of her 'comeback'.

Lifting your pointer finger and twirling it around you rolled your eyes "Party'' You spoke in a monotone voice. Adriana lifted a hand to her chest and acted fake hurt before playfully hitting your shoulder as the two of you let out a laugh.

"So about those nightmares-"

"No, definitely not." You cut her off, shaking your head. Sadly, Adriana wasn't satisfied with that answer.

"Oh come on, you already told me about all of them. I just wanna know which one is playing on repeat..." She pouted, folding her hands together as if she was going to pray. "Just tell me (Y/N), make my evening at least a tiny bit worth it." You stared at her friend for a second contemplating if she would give in to her Adriana's curiosity. Adriana wasn't that big of a pusher; usually, she let anything go if you wanted her to. But these dreams were fascinating to her. It felt like she was going to solve a mystery if they could figure out what they meant. "Please..." She added once more. You rolled your eyes in response. "Since we closed off early we still have an hour left on the clock..." Adriana hinted in a sing-song voice, making you sigh deeply before throwing her hands up in defeat, you better not regret this in the morning.

"Fine!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in defeat. Your friend clapped in her hands to celebrate her little victory. "It's the one about the blonde girl dying."

"Does she die in that dream?"

"She is on the ceiling bleeding from her stomach and then the entire room bursts into flames" You explained, emphasising on the last part of the story. "She is probably not living to tell that to someone."

"Alright, fair. But these dreams feel different than other divinations you've had?"

"Yea" you nodded "These are way more intense. I sometimes don't just see them, I feel them..."

Adriana nodded in agreement, a puzzled expression on her face. "Maybe that's because these visions are coming to you. Usually, you are the one holding the pendulum or laying the cards."

"Assuming they are visions and not dreams. But that does sound like a plausible explanation." You agreed, shoving an entire hand of candies into your mouth. Thinking about that dream stressed you out more that you'd like to admit. Just imagining that it might be more than a dream, that it might be an actual vision scared the living hell out of you.

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Ever since you started noticing your psychic abilities around the age of eighteen, you were very accepting of them. You had been able to see your deceased grandma for years, and your mom had explained that a few other family members had the same' gift.' It didn't scare you one bit. The fact that you grew up around other obscure and scary realities may have made you a little indifferent towards 'weird' and 'supernatural' Phenomenons, or maybe you were just a little bit weird yourself, who knew? All that you did know is that you are able to do things most people aren't able to do and that you can help others with it. It was also a great way of earning some extra money. But these dreams were different; something about them didn't sit right with you. They were frightening. You would wake up in the middle of the night; screaming, panting and sweating all over. The reason you wanted to ignore the dreams so bad was that you were hoping that they would turn out to be some weird glitch in your brain. But if a psychic gets the same couple of dreams on repeat for at least a couple of weeks, that must mean something big was coming, right?

"And the guys you told me about, the ones in your other dreams?" Adriana asked, noticing how you had started to stare into the distance again with a vacant expression in your eyes.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" you asked, snapping back to reality.

"You said you knew them?"

"Their dad had this weird job that required him to drive all over America, he would take his sons with him wherever he went, and whenever they were close, he would drop Sam and Dean off at our place so my mom could babysit them." you smiled. You haven't seen the brothers in four years. There were some email exchanges, text messages and sometimes you would meet Dean in a bar when he was close but that hadn't happened in a year either. Dean told her about this big fight and how Sam had left for college, but you never pressed the topic further scared to anger Dean. You also never mentioned to either of them that she was still keeping contact with both Sam and Dean, thinking that it would just add more fuel to the already sky-high sky fire.

"Maybe you can ask them if there is something strange happening in their lives?" Adriana thought aloud, tapping her pointer finger to her chin. "They do know about your abilities, right?" The corners of your lips turned up into a small smile finding that statement very amusing, oh they knew.

They were the ones that introduced you to the weird and supernatural or at least their dad, John Winchester, did. He had figured it out you had psychic tendencies when you helped him out with one of his jobs. He was getting frustrated when he couldn't locate some ghost's bones. It had been haunting the town you, and your mother lived in for a couple of weeks now and John, tried to stop the ghost before it attacked again. When he was sitting at the kitchen table trying to figure out where they were you had just told him after watching him work for a little while. At first, the man didn't believe you. You were just a little girl after all, but he took a chance anyway after your mother advised him to do so. Typical John Winchester, not listening to anyone he feels superior over. Luckily you turned out to be right, and since that day, he had been trying to get more information out of you whenever he was stuck with a tough hunt. Luckily this was a rare occurrence. Your mother, Loraine, wanted him to stop using her child, but he figured he had the right to do so because he was 'saving lives'. He would make you sit at a table laying tarot cards for hours telling you that you weren't trying hard enough if it took you too long. When John finally realised you weren't able to provide him with the information he needed, he would storm off telling Loraine she was raising her daughter wrong. John and Loraine's relationship suffered due to his behaviour around you, but she would still let the brothers come over to keep an eye on them; it wasn't their fault that their father was an arrogant prick.

''I suppose I could give them a call... Perhaps it'll calm me down'' you nodded, surprised to get a plausible suggestion from Adriana.

''Yeah you could tell them to at least stay away from blonde chicks and ceiling fires'' Adrianna smiled before taking a look at her phone. ''Say how about we head out of here? No one needs to know, right?'' She gave you a mischievous wink before looking at the security camera that was hanging in the corner and pointed towards the desk the two of you were standing in front of. ''Did you hear that Rory? No one needs to know.''

''Yes I copy, Adriana.'' A voice sounded over the intercom. She blew a kiss at the camera mouthing 'love you'. You just gave an awkward thumbs up hoping that Rory understood your deep appreciation. The two of you went to the locker room to get your bags and coats before exiting trough the employee's entrance and closing that one off too.

''Geez, it's freezing holy hell.'' You exclaimed tugging at your coat and blowing hot air into your freezing hands to persevere what little feeling you had left in them.

''Will you tell me if you call those guys?'' Adriana asked, completely disregarding your attempt to have a normal conversation with your friend concerning the weather, instead of divinations about dying people. ''Or better yet; just tell me if they are single and hot.''

''Will do'' you laughed rolling your eyes at how typical that comment was for Adriana's character. ''The first one, of course, I am not setting you up with any of those two. You do not want to get entangled into their mess; believe me.'' You had been trying your hardest not to let anything about the scary monsters that live among them slide when talking to Adriana. She was such a happy and bright woman. She deserved to go unbothered trough life, and if you could be any help in that, you would gladly do so.

''Oh come on you know I love drama (Y/N).'' Adriana joked ''Why do you think that we work so well together?'' You laughed, knowing that there was a word of truth in her words. You kind of are a walking freakshow, and Adriana loved every single second of it. You had even helped her out with some personal readings too, nothing too serious of course just the simple 'Is he cheating on me? Yes or no' questions. (Usually, it was a yes). Some would call that a weird friendship and perhaps even manipulative, but you really don't mind. Both of you held up a conversation pretty well. If lucky, either one of you would sometimes even get some good advice out of it. On paper, it wasn't a bad deal at all. To be fair that was all you could ask for; you didn't need a friendship where you would have to urge sacrifice yourself in a blink of an eye to rescue the other, that was just way too high maintenance for your liking. You liked whatever weird dance you and Adriana had going on; it was easy. ''Well, this is where we part ways.'' You, once again consumed by your own thoughts, got dragged back to reality. Trying your hardest to figure out what she had said, you just nodded in agreement.

''Yeah, you're right... Wow, I didn't even realise we were at the crossroad already'' You muttered, genuinely surprised that the two of you had already gotten that far during your conversation.

''You really need some rest.''

''You are absolutely right.'' You waved at Adriana while already starting to turn left towards your apartment as Adriana continued to walk forward towards her house. ''See you on Wednesday!'' You yelled, hard enough so Adriana could still hear you but soft enough to not get a shoe thrown at your head.

''Call the Winchesters hun!'' She yelled back making clearly not concerned about the risk of flying shoes. You smiled in response, turning around and walking off to get to bed as soon as possible.

''I think I will'' You spoke to yourself.