.oh yes...the disclaimer.
I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. They belong to the WB...
Swiveling colors, dizzying rays of light, indistinct voices, he was falling, falling quickly, no control...spiraling down...
Sam woke up with a start. That dream again, it was back. For months it had plagued him , and he was becoming more frusturated as time went on. What was it supposed to mean...colors, falling it meant nothing to him. Glancing over at the clock he cursed, the blinking red numbers showed to him that it was 4:25 a.m. He knew that he would not be able to fall back asleep now. Looking over he saw his brother sleeping peacefully, almost like a baby Sam thought with mirth. His brothers dreams were not plagued, he was able to rest freely without any suffering.
With a sigh, Sam rolled back the covers on the bed instantly being hit with an icy blast of cold air. He sat on the bed with his feet touching the motel's carpet, and placed his head in his hands. He couldn't make sense of it all. Why did everything seem to happen to him? His mom, Jessica, and now this? What had he done that had pissed off the higher powers, why couldn't he just live a normal life? He had a chance at college, classes, parties it was so normal, so perfect in its simplicity. Dean had made fun of him claiming that Sam would live in a house with a white picket fence, have 2.5 children, and work a 9-5 job. But was that really so bad? To be secure, to not always have to worry about where he would be sleeping the next night, to not have to worry about dying by a monster which people don't know about the existence of? But his dreams had been shattered with the death of Jessica. Now he was going from town to town killing the evil, letting people rest easy in their beds at night, while he slept in a different motel room almost each night.
Standing up he crept over to his bag and grabbed a change of clothes and his various toiletries. He slipped silently to the bathroom door without making a sound. After dressing and getting ready for the day, he exited the bathroom. Walking over again to his bag, he grabbed his wallet and the key to the room. He glanced at Dean's sleeping form once more and then slipped out of the room unnoticed.
End Chapter 1