diclaimor: Soon my pretties... cackle, cackle, cackle...
A/N: Well... well... well... alright, that's all I have. Haha... I'm lame with words. Alright, so I let something someone said bother me a lot. And I mean a lot... Mainly, I think, it was because it was someone I knew, and respected the opinion of. But, people change. And I guess this person changed from the person I thought he was. And why should I let one person effect the one thing that I love? Well, I did, until one reviewer just wouldn't leave me alone!
Haha... ok, that reader is (was?) Windy Fontaine... check out her stories... they're amazing! Anyways, she let me know that, in short, she wasn't going to stop bugging me until I wrote again. Haha, kidding... she just let me know that she loved my stories, and to keep writing because as long as it's something I'm happy with, then who the hell cares what other people think.
So with her encouragement, I began to write. Nothing too fancy, because I was so rusty at writing, but still, I wrote. And then this story started; 'Reality'. It is the most confusing story I think I've ever writen, but it is a pretty cool concept. In it, Sam's visions start to go out of control, leaving him unsure what is real, and what is not. Soon bad things start to happen, and it's up to Sam to try and sort through his world which is quickly spinning out of control. Well... Enjoy!!
Reality
"Odds are," Dean spoke slowly, "This is all a coincidence."
"A coincidence?" Sam laughed, "You're serious? A coincidence?"
"My echo repeats even itself," Dean smirked, "And yeah, a coincidence. I mean, your visions never usually have anything to do with normal stuff Sam."
"So I had a dream that you were going to come in with a half spilt coffee and five donuts and then you just happen to come with that?" Sam questioned.
It was Dean's turn to laugh, "Dude, I can't believe that we're having this conversation."
Sam thought about this, "It's just bugging me."
Dean got up and tried to feebly wipe away some of the coffee off of his shirt, "Naw, what would really bug you is if I said that this was all a vision."
Sam sat up with a start and looked around the room. The glowing numbers of five fifty-eight shone on the clock by his bed, and the weak beam of light coming in from the draperied window lit up Dean's bed just enough for Sam to notice him gone.
"Dean?" Sam glanced towards the bathroom, but saw the door wide open.
Slowly, and stiffly Sam was reminded of their hunt from the night before and the shape shifter that took on the form of a doctor at the local elders home. It was a good hour, and a few too many close calls before they finally got him out, and the brothers made their way to the closest hotel. That was at around two in the morning, and if Dean was out at six in the morning, then something had to be wrong.
"Hey Dean, are you in here?" Sam called again, pushing away the covers.
No answer came to his call, and Sam was just about to phone his missing brother when the door opened. Dean walked in, frowning; arms full.
"Hey Dean, where were you?" Sam immediately asked getting to his feet.
"I couldn't sleep," Dean replied, "Decided to get us some breakfast. Only thing is--"
"You split the coffee," Sam breathed out before Dean could finish.
"Yeah," Dean spoke slowly, eying his brother, "I tripped on the step just outside the hotel. How'd you know?"
"I had a dream," Sam sat back heavily onto the bed, "You- you came back with a spilt coffee and five donuts."
"Guess there's no point in showing you what's in the box then huh?" Dean grinned sitting beside Sam on the bed.
Sam looked warily at the box sitting on the dresser in front of him.
"Hey," Dean's voice snapped him out of his faze, "You ok Sam?"
"I don't know," Sam said carefully.
"Oh don't worry about the dream," Dean laughed, "It's spilt coffee and five donuts. Not even thirteen; no demon at work."
"Why would I dream it then?" Sam questioned the obvious.
"Odds are," Dean spoke slowly to try and reassure his little brother, "This is all a coincidence."
"No!" Sam jumped up, "Don't say that!"
"Dude, calm down," Dean stood up as well, "You're freaking me out."
"Yeah," Sam breathed hard, "Well, think how I feel. This is exactly how it went in my vision."
"Wait," Dean paused, "You had a vision about having a vision?" Sam nodded, "It's like some picture in a picture twilight zone thing happening."
"I know," Sam attempted to calm himself down, "It's just-- bugging me."
The words were out of his mouth before Sam knew it, and just as quickly he regretted it. He knew what Dean was going to say; he knew what was going to happen, and time itself seemed to pause Not even the younger Winchester's heart beat as he stared at Dean. The words were coming, and there was nothing he could do.
"Naw, what would really bug you is if I said that this was all a vision."
"Ahh!" Sam screamed out as a sudden burst of pain shot through him.
"Wha-" another voice was nearby and Sam felt himself being sharply smashed into something solid as the sound of squealing tires entered his ears.
He was in the car.
The sudden bout of nausea made Sam glad that his brother had pulled to the side of the road for as soon as the car stopped moving Sam opened up the door and took two large stumbling steps towards the ditch.
"Sam!" Dean called out, "Sammy!"
Sam barely heard his brothers frantic calls as heaves wracked through his body and he let out any and all food which was once in his stomach. Half collapsed on the ground Sam stayed there waiting for something else to happen. Soon a comforting hand was on his shoulder as another hand rubbed his back.
"You alright?" the soft voice of Dean spoke up after a moment.
Sam took a deep breath and spit out left over sick onto the ground before standing up to his full height. His breath came in short, deep gasps as he stared, momentarily, at Dean.
"Hey," Dean put a hand on the side of Sam's face, "Are you ok Sammy?"
Sam's voice quivered as he spoke, "Is this real?"
"What?" Dean eyed Sam; worry in his voice.
"Is this a vision?" Sam spoke slowly as he made his way out of the ditch.
"I thought that's what you just had," Dean helped sit Sam in the passenger seat, and crouched down in front of him.
"No," Sam furrowed his eyebrows, "No, this is."
"Alright Sammy, this is what's happening," Dean attempted to bring some sense to the conversation, "This morning you woke up with some weird ass vision of me bringing in a spilt coffee and five donuts. You flipped that it came true, so we decided to go to Flora to check out some missing people."
"I don't remember," Sam spoke.
"Don't remember what?" Dean questioned.
Sam took a deep breath, "I don't remember after this morning... this morning, after I had the dream, you told me that it would really bug me if I was having a vision right then."
Dean smiled, "It was a joke Sammy. You chucked a pillow at me for it."
"No," Sam shook his head, "It was a vision. All of that. And then-- it happened again, and then now. This--"
"Ok, now you're scaring me Sam," Dean suddenly got serious, "This is not a vision, I swear. I mean, your visions usually don't last this long remember. Just a quick thing to tell you whose life you have to heroically save, and then bam, you're back. Not random roadside pukings and worried big brother chats."
"Yeah," Sam forced on a smile at the last part, "Listen man, I'm sorry. I'm just tired I guess. Lets head to Flora, and see what's going on there. Get my mind off of all of this."
"Sure you're ok?" Dean questioned again.
"I'm fine, I promise," Sam insisted.
"Alright," Dean eyed his brother a moment longer, "But if you go all Jekyll and Hyde on me again, give some warning."
Sam, again, forced a smile as Dean got into the car and headed out onto the highway. It was a long few minutes before anyone spoke, and Sam's heart rate returned to a normal pace.
"So," Dean's the one who started the conversation, "This other Dean. He a handsome devil too?"
"Really not funny," Sam tried to make his voice sound serious.
"Naw, I'm serious," Dean joked, "If this other guy is going to be popping into random visions of yours, the least he can do is live up to my image."
"I'm going to punch you in about three seconds," Sam stated flatly as he looked out the window.
"Cheer up Sammy, we're going ghost hunting," Dean spared a sideways glance at Sam.
"In Flora you said, right?" Sam glanced out the window; a light rain had began to fall.
"Yeah. Should be there in about-- oh crap!!" Dean's voice was cut off, and for the second time in an hour Sam felt his body get smashed up against the side of the car.
This time was different though as Sam swung back towards Dean and then again the other way; smashing his head against the window. The shattering of the glass and the sight of the deer that had bolted into the road were covered up by the scream of Dean calling out Sam's name. Sam opened up his mouth to reply, but nothing came out…
to be continued...
Maddie's (where the hell are you??) Peek:
Sam knew that if Dean died now, it was his fault.
A/N: Well... how'd you like it?? I hope you enjoyed it. I know that the Maddie's Peek is kindda lame, but I didn't want to give too much away yet. Plus I'm still exploring this story myself-- haha; that's always a good thing. I'm a little rusty at writing I know, and it may be kindda confusing. Lemme know what you think of it all-- you've read, now review! Thanks!