---Well, here's chapter one. It's a bit on the short side, but I hope you enjoy!

Spoiler Warning- minor spoilers throughout the series. Nothing too big.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.

"Faith-is the Pierless Bridge

Supporting what We see

Unto the Scene that We do not-

Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold

As it were rocked in Steel

With Arms of Steel at either side-

It joins-behind the Veil To what, could We presume

The Bridge would cease to be

To Our far, vacillating Feet

A first Necessity."

-Emily Dickinson

Chapter 1

"Well then," Dean slammed the trunk. "We got work to do."

That was 10 months ago and Sam was beginning to get worried. He'd looked for everything. Read every book, asked every contact, said every prayer. But still, he found no way to get Dean out of this deal.

But he couldn't just give up. This was Dean's life on the line. Dean's soul. And he would do whatever it took to get his big brother out of this deal.

Sam and Dean were heading towards Bobby's house after Dean heard news of another possible hunt. Some possession near the junkyard. Sam insisted that they use any free time they had to find a way to help Dean, but Dean was being his usual self. He was shut down emotionally. He insisted that they do their job. Forget about the deal for just a minute. But Sam knew that this was simply Dean's way of hiding the fact that he didn't believe there was a way out; didn't believe that Sam could save him; Didn't have faith. He would find any sign of a hunt and insist on checking it out, no matter how small of a clue they had.

Dean was driving now, music playing loudly on the radio. Sam looked at his brother, whose eyes were focused on the road, lips mouthing the words to the song that was playing. Dean turned to him and Sam looked back to the road. He let out a soft sigh.

"What now," Dean asked, his voice slightly annoyed. Ever since he made this deal to save Sam, his little brother wanted to engage in as many chick flick moments as possible. Dean hated it.

"Nothin' man it's just-"Sam hesitated. Hadn't they had this conversation before? At least every other week. It was getting old, and they both knew it. "You're doing it again."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Doing what?"

"This thing where you look for any excuse to look for a hunt and-"

"It's not an excuse, Sam, this is important." The volume in Dean's voice began to rise. "In case you forgot, we're the ones who let all those demons escape from hell."

Sam sighed again. Normally he'd go on about how this wasn't there fault and that Dean can't just keep running from his problem, but he was tired of the same argument over and over.

"Come on Sam, aren't you gonna finish? Tell me this isn't our fault; run your mouth about problems an' emotions? Or are you gonna save me the headache?"

Sam turned the radio down. He was desperate to make his brother understand. "I just-I just wish you had more faith."

Dean looked almost shocked. He hadn't been expecting that. "What're you talking about?"

Sam didn't really know how to reply. He wasn't planning on sharing this particular feeling with Dean. He knew that his brother didn't have any official religious beliefs- none at least that he was willing to share- but it hurt Sam to know that his brother didn't seem to have any faith in him either. Or in Bobby, Ellen, or Missouri, all of which had tried multiple times to help out. "It's just," Sam paused. He wasn't exactly comfortable with these chick flick moments either. He repeated his first statement. "I wish you had more faith."

Dean turned the radio back up. A new song was playing now. "C'mon Sam, we've been through this too. Angels and praying aren't my thing."

"Damn it, Dean, that's not what I'm talking about."

"Then why don't you enlighten me Sam. Since you seem to know everything these days."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Dean tried to end the conversation. But the look on Sam's face told him that he wouldn't let it go. "It's just every time we try to get some work done, you're over hear blabbin' on about how we should be doing research and how we should be taking a break from hunting. You know that's not how things work."

Sam gave him an incredulous look. "Dean, I'm trying to help you. You might not care that in two months the demon's coming to collect, but I do." Sam paused. "I care about you, man."

"Oh god," Dean groaned. "Here we go." Dean noticed Sam's look. It was worried and tense. Dean noticed how much younger it made Sam look. He rolled his eyes. "Alright Sammy look, I know you do, okay? But right now, we've got a demon to catch." He let out a slow sigh and raked his hand across his hair. "Alright, I'll tell you what. After this hunt, we focus on nothing else but this deal, alright?"

"Fine."

"Fine." But Dean wasn't completely sure how true that statement was. He didn't really believe Sam could save him. Especially because of what the demon had said. If he tried to get out of the deal, Sam would die. Dean figured they'd already pushed their luck enough.

After a moment of quiet, Sam spoke up again. "But I still wish you'd tell me what the hell's-" his words were cut short as he felt a throbbing pain in his head. He grunted in pain as he saw a flash of light and then a vision.

There was something wet. He was laying in it. Something hard too. It was dark; too dark. Then nothing.

The vision stopped as quickly as it came.

"Sammy?" Dean had pulled the car over and was resting a hand on Sam's shoulder. He hated these damn visions. "Sam. Answer me."

"I'm alright," Sam told him through a slightly pained breath.

"You sure?" Sam nodded. "What'd you see?"

Sam hesitated for just a moment. He wasn't sure what he saw. In fact, he didn't see anything. He'd felt something, but he hadn't been able to make anything out. "I don't know."

"What'd you mean 'you don't know'?"

Sam took in another deep breath. "It was weird. It felt like I was lying on the ground. It was wet. I could feel things, but I couldn't see anything."

"So it was dark?"

"Yeah. Yeah I guess. But it was a weird kind of darkness. And for a split second before I snapped out of it, I felt-"Sam hesitated after seeing how worried Dean seemed to be.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't feel anything. I felt- nothing. Like emptiness."

Dean sighed and began to start the car back up.

"Dean, this's gotta mean something. I don't just have random visions like this. Usually they show me someone's death."

Dean sighed as he slowly pulled the car back onto the highway. He was worried. Sam's visions were never good things. "Alright, well, it must have something to do with this hunt, right? All the more reason to hurry up and get to Bobby's."

"Yeah, I guess." But Sam wasn't convinced. This vision was different from any others he'd had. Dean shook it off like it was no big deal, but he could tell by the look on his big brother's face that he was worried.

Lately Sam had been having a feeling that something was off. He couldn't quite explain it and decided that he was just getting worried as Dean's year was almost up. But this vision made him rethink that. Maybe something else bad was about to happen.

---So, what do you thing? Good? Bad? I know it's started off a bit slow, but the pace will pick up, I promise. New chapter coming this weekend or early next week hopefully. Reviews help a lot!