1: MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
"Fuck!" Dean Winchester cursed as the engine of his black Chevy Impala began to sputter and cough. Sam looked up from the newspaper article he was reading and glanced worriedly at Dean who shook his head, preparing to pull over.
He switched the ignition off and smacked the steering wheel and let out a grunt of frustration.
"Dean?" the younger brother asked timidly, knowing full well how Dean would react.
"What?" Dean snapped
"There's something wrong with the car," he replied.
Dean gave him a look of utter shock. "Well, no shit geek boy! Fuck for someone who has a Stanford college education, you can be pretty thick!"
Sam just rolled his eyes, he didn't bother with a smart-ass remark, he just turned away from his brother and continued to read the paper.
After a few seconds of silence, Dean got out of the car and opened the bonnet, searching for the problem. He found it within a few minutes, and then joined Sam back in the car.
"Battery's dead," he said.
"Great!" Sam started. "Why did your stupid car decide to break down in the middle of fucking nowhere?"
Dean shot him a look so evil, that if looks could kill, Sam would be in serious trouble.
He avoided the death glare and got out himself. They had been driving for hours on end up a steep winding mountain road that had been temporarily closed due to strange deaths and reports of missing people. It seemed perfect to the boys and even against strong advice, they proceeded up the mountain drive. Sam stretched and yawned widely, before heading into the bushes to relieve himself. Heading back to the car he pulled out his cell phone and much to his dismay, there was no reception. This put the twenty two year old in an even worse mood. Sam sat back in the passenger seat and slammed the door, hard. He knew it would really piss Dean off, but at this point, he couldn't care less.
"Dude!" Dean hollered. "How many times do I have to tell you not to slam the fucking door!" Dean's face was red with fury. He was tired, having driven for seventeen hours straight and he was pissed off about his baby. Sam looked at him but this time, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"DEAN! For once in your life can you please shut the fuck up about your stupid car!" Sam hollered back with just as much ferocity as Dean had.
The oldest hunter stared at his brother, completely shocked. Sam had never lost it like that before; he was always the calm, collected guy, who had the longest fuse Dean had ever seen. Dean suddenly angered. He couldn't take his brothers shit any more. He looked upon Sam and scowled.
"I have just about had with you Sammy, always thinking about yourself! You're a stubborn and self-righteous nerd and I fucking hate you!"
At that moment, Dean regretted the words that came tumbling out of his mouth. He tried to fix what he had done, but he knew it was too late. He saw the look of complete heartbreak on the younger mans face before he got out of the car, once again. Tears formed in Sam's eyes, the words had stung. No, they tore him to pieces. He walked slowly toward the forest.
"Sammy! Wait! Come back! I…" Dean called. Sam spun on his heel, stormed back to the car and stuck his head through the window; he too was fuming.
"You fucking hate me? I wish you never came back into my life! I was happy at Stanford, with Jess and because of you, she's dead! You killed her Dean, you did!"
Sam didn't wait for a reply, he ran off into the trees as fast as his legs could take him, leaving Dean alone in the car, tears streaming down his face. Did that just happen? He asked himself.
Sam turned around once more "THE FEELINGS MUTUAL DEAN!" He screamed back at the top of his lungs and Dean heard it.
Sam ran deeper and deeper into the forest. He couldn't believe his brother said what he said, Sam didn't even understand why he reacted the way he did. At that moment he didn't care, he just wanted to get as far away from that idiot as possible. He slowed down, then stopped, clutching his side due to a stitch. Just at that moment, the pain in his head hit him like a semi. It felt like his skull had been cleaved in two. Sam grabbed his head and fell to his knees with a scream. The pressure in his skull was reaching a height and blood began to poor down his face, mingling with tears of absolute pain as a vision ripped through his consciousness.
He opened his eyes and found himself in a large room, on the middle of which was a large bonfire and around that fire danced almost naked men and women, chanting as they went. At the far left of the room, he saw his brother, bound and gagged, but he was conscious, eyes open wide with fear and agonizing pain as six women tore at his skin. Blood was pouring out of the deep gashes and Sam was helpless to stop it. He couldn't even scream.
Sam watched, horrified as they dragged his brother's half dead body toward the flames, not hesitating to throw him in the inferno. Sam looked away as he heard Deans muffled screams as he slowly burnt to death. A tall figure turned toward Sam and grinned.
"His sacrifice will define the rest of your life. Remember it was you who killed your brother. No one but you…"
Sam opened his eyes; tears running steadily down his cheeks, mingling with blood and tears.
"No," he choked. "I wont let you take Dean,"
He scrambled to his feet and then retraced his steps back to the road. Dean hadn't heard his brother's screams, but as soon as he saw his baby brother stagger out of the trees, blood dripping from his nose and sweat and tears running of his face, he knew something was up.
"Shit! Sammy!" Dean opened the car and ran toward the youngest hunter, who had fallen to his knees and was pulling at tufts of dying grass as he sobbed uncontrollably. Dean fell down next to his brother and tried to support the young man, who was trembling violently. As soon as Dean touched him, Sam pulled away.
"Get off me you asshole," he said through clenched teeth, the pain growing steadily worse. He had just seen his brother die, but it still didn't take back Deans words. Dean was biting back tears. He could tell that Sam still resented him for what he had said, personally he didn't blame the kid, however he still tried to reason with the shaggy haired brunette again.
"Damn it Sammy, I'm trying to help!" he looked into his brothers eyes and saw nothing but pain and heartbreak.
"You hate me Dean, you said you hate me! Your probably happy I'm in pain. Oh fuck, it hurts so much!" Now Sam was being unreasonable, delirious from the pain.
"Look Sammy, I didn't mean what I said, I've been on edge lately. Please forgive me Sammy, I love you," Sam looked up; he knew his brother meant it. He grabbed Dean's jacket and pulled himself into him, while Dean tried calm his brother. Suddenly, Sam was ashamed; he pushed Dean away and looked down.
"Sammy, it's okay. Was it a vision?"
Sam nodded slowly and allowed Dean to drag him to his feet. Once in the car, Dean asked the question he knew Sam didn't want to answer. "What did you see?"
Sam squeezed his eyes shut, as if he was trying to remember.
"I was in a room, there was a fire, and people were dancing around it…"
Dean's eyes encouraged him to continue.
"You were tied up and you had near naked women, ripping you to pieces, and then they threw you into the fire…then there was a figure. He told me that your death would define the remainder of my life and that I killed you. Dean-it was awful,"
Dean smiled slightly. "Hmmm, doesn't sound like a bad way to go, how naked were they, and were they hot?"
Dean stopped smiling when a low growl emanated from his brother.
"Dean!" He warned.
"Yeah, yeah, stop thinking with my downstairs brain, I get it bro. What we need to do is worry about your nose, you've lost a lot of blood, and it hasn't stopped,"
Sam agreed, he was starting to feel a little light headed and as he tried to shift, a wave of nausea rushed over him. He clutched his stomach and retched. Dean scrambled back, trying to get out of the danger zone. "Dude, if your gonna hurl, please, don't do it in the car," Dean begged, but it was too late. Sam emptied the contents of his stomach over the dash, the leather seat, not to mention himself.
Dean scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Sammy, that is so not cool,"
Sam wiped his mouth. "payback's a bitch," he murmured, before falling from the car, unconscious.
