Okay guys, this is my first Supernatural fic. P hopefully it'll be liked! By the way, if anyone who lives in Garret County, Maryland feels something needs correcting, please do! Also, I just randomly picked the name Ice Ridge Resort (next chapter), but if it's a real place, then that would be kind of odd.

This fic is set a few months after Home (ep. 8) so Sammy's only had one vision so far.

Warnings: Swearing (probably a lot.), and possible gross images. (well…not really)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural (unfortunately) or anything else in here you recognize. I do, however, own the plot and this paperclip.

Chapter one-

"Come on, man! Don't be a chicken!"

"I-I really don't think I should. My father—"

"Fuck your old man! If you want in, then you gotta do what we say!"

The trembling boy stumbled up to the mouth of the cave. He peered in hesitantly as four larger boys stood around him, waiting.

"You do want in, don't you?" Sneered the leader. The youngest nodded. "Then get in, Jakey!" He shoved Jake roughly into the cave.

Swallowing nervously, Jake started walking away from the opening and deeper into the cave. The deeper he went, the darker it got and pretty soon he could no longer see his icy breath in front of him.

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Having to sit in here for an hour is going to be hell, Jake thought numbly, as he slid down the wall and sat down. He blew out a quivering mouthful of air and sat in silence.

"I can't believe they talked me into this!" He muttered desperately to the icy cavern walls.

Not expecting to hear a response, Jake's eyes widened when he heard a low, hoarse breathing from beside him. He fumbled for his flashlight and turned it on, hesitantly pointing the beam of light next to him.

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"Shit man, this is taking forever."

"The hour should be up soon-"A sudden terrified cry came from the cave, startling the group.

"W-what the hell was that?" One of the boys stuttered, his eyes wide.

The leader sneered. "Probably just Jakey trying to pull one over on us." He stalked into the cave, his cronies following hesitantly.

Not ten minutes later, they were running down the snow covered mountain. They're horrified cries echoing over the mountains.

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"Dean man, can we pull over already? My legs are killing me!" Complained Sam as he rubbed his legs. "I lost feeling in them about 20 miles back."

"Pretty hard not too with legs like yours, stretch." Snorted Dean. He grabbed the map sitting on the dashboard of the Impala and tossed it to Sam. "Find the nearest town that's fit for human habitation. Preferably with a bar."

One track mind, thought Sam as he caught the map and unfolded it. "There's a place a few miles away. We should get there in about half an hour, providing the snow doesn't slow us down."

Dean grinned. "Since when have I let a little bit of snow get in my way?"

"Well, remember when we were hunting that water demon in Pennsylvania with dad and you fell through the ice-"

"Shut up man."

Sam grinned and put his arms behind his head. "Wake me when we get there."

"Will do, Sammy."

"It's Sam." Came his mumbled reply as he dozed off.

Dean chuckled faintly and turned the heater up a few notches. "Whatever you say, bro."

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He was surrounded by ice. He couldn't move, couldn't talk, and had no feeling in his limbs. Slowly, he felt his life start slipping away as he sat there, frozen in place.

Dad…

Help me…I don't know what happened.

…what it was…

There was someone shouting faintly in the background.

Dad, is that you? He thought dully, his breathing slowing down.

"Sam!"

Save me…

"Sammy!"

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Sam jerked awake. "What- Dean, what's wrong?" The reliable face of his brother greeted him. Glancing around, he realized they were in the parking lot of a motel. That must be why he was waking me up.

"What's wrong?" Dean frowned. "I've been calling your name for the last five minutes, that's what's wrong!"

Sam didn't say anything, just stared at Dean without really seeing him. It was the same dream as before.

Dean watched his little brother carefully. "What's wrong with you, kid?" He asked"You've been off ever since we came back from Kansas."

"It's nothing, Dean. I'm fine." Sam said, not wanting to get into his dreams right now. He had enough of those without having to talk about them. Taking a breath, he opened the car door and got out.

Dean shook his head and followed Sam to the motel entrance.

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"I hope to God there's a heater in this dump." Grumbled Dean, tossing his duffle on the old motel bed.

Sam followed in behind him, shutting the door. "Judging by the fact that I can see your breath, I'd say no." Rubbing his hands together, he looked around. It was the standard motel room, possibly crappier then others. "You and God never really were on the same page."

"Very funny. I'm going to have a shower, okay Sammy?" Dean flung a towel over his shoulder and walked into the bathroom. "Providing the water doesn't freeze on me." He added, shutting the door behind him.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. He sat down on one of the beds and started digging his laptop out of his duffle. As he was pulling it out, his cell phone gave two small beeps. Reaching into his coat, he took out his cell and flicked it open.

Staring at the text message, he muttered, "You've got to be kidding me." Sam saved the message and shut his phone.

He got up and walked over to the bathroom door. "Dean! Hurry up man! Something just came up!" He yelled, pounding on the door. When he heard the water shut off, he went back to his duffle and started stuffing everything back in.

"Dude, what's the problem?" Came Dean's aggravated voice from the doorway. "The water was actually war-why are you packing?"

Sam didn't say anything. He just pulled out his phone, opened the message, and tossed it to Dean.

It only took him a second to realize what it was. Dean looked up. "Coordinates."

Sam nodded and tossed Dean some clothes. "Get dressed. Looks like we've got something after all."

"Since when have you been so gung ho about gigs?" asked Dean as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Sam grinned. "I figure, if we keep moving around, we won't freeze our asses off." He threw his duffle over his shoulder and opened the door. "I'll be in the car."

Dean stared at his younger brother's retreating back. Something's up. But what?

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The grin fell off Sam's face as soon as he was out the door. He tossed his duffle in the back and collapsed in the front passenger seat. "This is ridiculous. I should have just told Dean. He knows about my other vision, so why shouldn't I tell him about this one too?"

Because one is one too many. But two? A snide voice in the back of Sam's head spoke up. Don't make yourself even more freakish.

"Shut up." Great. Now I'm talking to myself. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Just stick to the task at hand." He grabbed the poor, crumpled, overused map and got out a red marker. "Okay, now to figure out these coordinates."

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Dean watched his brother through window. "Now he's talking to himself?" He raised an eyebrow. "Someone's jumped the train headed for crazy station."

Turning away from the window, he packed up his duffle and pulled his coat on. Giving a last look around the room, he grabbed his duffle and walked out the door.

After tossing his bag in the back, Dean opened the car door with a creak. "Looks like my baby needs a greasing." He grinned at Sam, waiting to hear how his choice of words sounded wrong. When there was no response, he looked over with a deflated expression.

"Dude, were you even listening?"

Sam glanced up. "I generally try not too." He sat back and folded up the map. "Alright, the coordinates point to Garret County, Maryland."

Raising an eyebrow, Dean turned on the car and the Impala rumbled to life. "Maryland? I wonder why Dad's sending us there."

Sam shrugged. "I guess we won't know until we get there."

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A/N. Okay guys! I know this first chapter was kind of short and boring, but it'll get better! Promise XD

R and R please!