Chapter 1: She is like you, Sam...

That made now a week that Dean and Sam Winchester traversed the roads along the coasts of Florida, on board Impala. The holidays... and yes, they were on holiday... it should be said that their "job" isn't really of any rest, and it's rare that their holidays last more than one week, barring of course that they're in Arizona or Alaska... um, yes... less people to mile, less people likely to be victims of supernatural creatures, spirits, or demons in any kind. That thus made a week, which Dean did not delay to point out to his brother.

- Hey, Sammy... you sleep? " Dean said by lowering the volume of the music and by glancing a rapid amused one's eye over his brother.

Sam had the elbow right posed on the edge of the door, whose window was open to let pass a little air, and he had fixed his head against his right hand. Yes, one could have believed that he slept...

- It's Sam... and not there're no doubts I'm not likely to sleep with your so strong music " he had oddly insisted on the word " music ", Sam found indeed that the musical tastes of Dean left something to be desired.

- Oh, relax, you know that made one week that we're on holiday " Dean said glad once more to have teased his brother.

- Yeah, that means that it's soon finished " Sam sighed.

- Don't be so pessimistic, you will jinx us ! " Dean warned.

- I'm not pessimistic but rather realistic and then between the bad luck and our job um, well, I don't see the difference " Sam ironized.

Dean was on the point of answering when his cell sounded.

- I hope that's not job... " Dean hoped before answering.

- Hello.

- Dean?

- Um... yes... who is it?

- Lexane Meyers, you remember me? I called your father but his answering machine told me to call you in the event of problem.

- Yeah, Lexane, yes I remember and I am well-informed for the message, what's going on? "

Sam questioned him glance while his brother beckoned to him to wait.

- It is my father, he was hunting and he has not given a news any more for two weeks."

- That points out something to me... " he murmured.

- What?... what do you say?"

- Nothing... what was your father hunting ?"

- A White Injury, I believe..."

- You believe? Didn't he talk you about?"

- Not, not really..."

- Fine, look, Sam and me are coming, you aren't at home I think?"

- Not... I am at Missouri, in Lawrence."

- Okay, we'll be there tomorrow morning."

- Wait... still a thing... why don't you come with your father?"

- I'll explain you tomorrow."

- Okay, see you tomorrow."

- Bye " he said before hanging up again.

Dean was concerened. He doesn't like when the SOS came from a person whom he knows. He was anxious.

- Who's Lexane? Sam asked while pulling Dean from his thoughts.

- Mike Meyers' daughter, a friend of dad, we helped them on a business of Poltergeist, 3 years ago when you were in Stanford. " Dean explained.

- And what's going on?

- He was hunting a White Injury and has not given a news for two weeks.

Sam didn't reply anything, he also remembered this night, when Dean came to seek him for help. Their father was hunting and did not give any more a news, moreover it still did not give any.

- Where is she? Sam asked 10 minutes later.

- Lawrence, at Missouri "

- Why? Sam asked, wondered by this place of rendezvous.

- Because she is like you, Sam " Dean responded simply.

- What? Sam wondered. He really didn't see where his brother wanted to come from there.

- She also has visions and... and they are as... violent and painful as yours. And you know as well as me that in these cases one cannot remain alone too a long time " Dean explained, of a serious tone. He said the end of the sentence very quickly as if that could delay the anger of his brother.

Sam answered nothing. Anger started to go up in him. His brother knows somebody who has visions like him and he had never spoken to him about it. He would have spoken to him would be this only to perhaps reassure him, even if he had already the feeling that that would not have changed large-thing.

- Why did you never tell me?! Sam was shoked, red of anger and

of aggravation.

- I don't know " Dean sighed.

- You DON'T know ?!" Sam yelled not paying attention to the really sincere tone which his brother employed.

- Think, Sam, what would be changed that you knows it? And then it's still recent... this story of visions, I didn't have yet make the bringing together " Dean frayed.

- Fine, you're right, it's true that I would have to tell you, sorry " Dean excused by not hearing answers of his brother.

- Sammy?" Dean worried.

Sam had now the lowered head and his fists, tightened, stuck on his temples.

- Sammy, you okay!?!" Dean said increasingly anxious while slackening the pressure which he exerted on the accelerator.

Suddenly Sam screeched as if an invisible hand had stabbed him on several occasions.

- Damn it! Sam!!... hey Sam!!! Dean panicked. It slowed down abruptly, fortunately that the road was deserted because he didn't take the trouble to park Impala on the side.

Ah, these do visions, Dean hated them, he hated in a general way all it vis-a-vis with what he was helpless. And seeing his brother suffering from this way made him sick. He took his head between his hands, anxiously, he was afraid also, actually he felt so much different feelings at a time, quite as unpleasant the ones as the others, than he had not been able all yet to encircle them. There was only one thing to make : to reassure Sam, to show him that his big brother always takes care on him, that he is at his sides.

He saw Sam raising the head, the folded eyes as if the light transpierced to him.

- You okay?" Dean asked again relieved to see that his baby brother didn't howl any more, proof that the pain had decreased in intensity, but he been able to see, according to the grimace on the face of Sam, that the migraine, it, was far from being finished.

- Yeah... yeah, that... that... is better... " Sam whispered, still under the shock of his vision " I saw a man... in his car... he was attacked by something but... I do not know what... "

- He was how this man?" Dean asked by starting again the car.

- He was... in his car... I saw him outside... and it grew dark, but I saw his number plate... it's KAZ 5V1. " Sam said in a new murmur.

- mm... Kansas " Dean said for himself " Sam rest. I will roll to the next city and to take a room in a motel " he advised to Sam.

Sam supported his head against the pane and deadened 5 minutes later. Dean looked frequently over his brother. They rolled thus during 2 hours, then they got in a small city, Dean hadn't difficulty to find a motel. He awoke Sam and they entered both. When they passed the door, Dean had to press the step by supporting his brother because this one had just fallen asleep on his shoulder. After having installed Sam in one of the two beds, Dean took a shower then went to lie down, exhausted by this eventful end of afternoon . In spite of tiredness he obliged himself to awake several times in the night to see how his brother was. Sam slept peacefully, he was apparently not agitated by a nightmare, which reassured Dean.