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    Tables Turn

    Prologue

    Dean and Sam are in Dean’s car. They’ve been traveling for a while now and Sam is barely awake. The music that used to be really loud is now just a subtile whisper.

    Dean has his eyes on the road ahead of him. You can’t really know where his thoughts are. Probably memories of the place they’re going.

    Forks was a really small town in Washinghton. He spent some time there while Sam was at University. He knew all the legends that flew around, carved in the pavement of those streets.

    He also knew Forks was home for his friend Charlie and his daughter. He hadn’t met her then, she wasn’t living with her dad at the time yet.

    Sam woke up at that moment.

    “Hey sleeping beauty. Hope you had a good one ‘cause it’s two more hours driving to Forks and you’re next on the wheel!” Dean’s joking smirk made Sam laugh.

    “Sorry, man. You know I haven’t slept much lately and this trip is really long!”

    “Yeah, I know, bro.” Dean was pulling up the car next to a high-way restaurant. “I’m starving. Let’s stretch our legs and eat something. Do you need to use the loo, Sammy?”

    Dean seemed to be on a good mood today. He must be feeling what is coming and that is making him feel an excitement. He just doen’t know the reason yet.

    “Very funny, Dean. I bet you do meed that. But I am starving alright.” Sam wasn’t finding it funny anymore. He was 22 years old and his brother still treated him like he was the 5 year old he helped to raise.

    Dean finished parking the car and they both got out and headed to the restaurant.

    Sam broke the silence.

    “Dean, why are travelling so far along? What has this town the middle of nowhere got that we need to go there?” His expression was confused as where his thoughts. “I’ve read every newspaper, searched the net and I have only found stuff remotely to what we do there. And mostly taking place a long time ago.”

    “I’m not sure either, Sam. But I have a feeling. And you can’t deny some very strange accidents happened there in the last 2 years.” Dean’s face was exactly serious. More like suspicious.

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