This is going to be an interesting story since it's just going to be the two brothers, there's going to be a couple of the books with just the brothers, or with Dean and Christina or Sam and Christina. Please enjoy and comment.

Sam's POV

A late-middle aged man walked down the sidewalk of a town with a clock tower saying 12:21. A cellphone jingles in his pocket and he picks it up and answers. He had a smile on his face.

"Hello?" The cheerful looking man said. "Yeah." A barrel blinks in and out of focus. "All right." Another image of the same cheerful looking man stood cocking a shotgun in a store. As it goes back to the man his face had fallen a serious look was on his face. A city bus with a triangular Blue Ridge logo passes. The man was cheerful again before he continues to walk.

The cheerful man crosses the street and enters a sports equipment store and continues to walk until he arrives at last to a man who is leaning against the glass counter reading a Guns and Ammo magazine.

"Hey, doc." The man says dropping the magazine. "What can I do for ya?"

"Afternoon, Dennis. I'd like to look at a gun."

Dennis started to laugh. "Yeah, right, doc." But the cheerful man stared at him and Dennis' smile slowly vanishes. "Seriously?" Dennis walks over towards where the guns were placed up against the walls. The cheerful doc walks until he stops and points to a gun near the middle of the rack.

"That one please."

Dennis quickly unlocks the case and pulls out the desired gun and hands it towards the doc who held the gun as if it were a trophy gently stroking the smooth wooden frame. "Okay. That's a turkey hunter, twelve gauge, pump action. Doesn't leave enough turkey behind, if you ask me."

But the cheerful doctor didn't seemed to care. "What sort of shells does it use?"

Dennis bent down and placed a box of ammo on the counter. "Right here." The doctor's eyes sparkled as he opened the box. "I'm taking the boys up to the cabin this weekend if you're uh...I mean if you think you might like to take up the sport."

"Thanks but no." The doctor said as he started placing shells into the gun. "You know guns makes me nervous, always have. This goes in here like this right?"

"Whoa Doc! You can't load a weapon on the premises, it's illegal!"

"It's okay, Dennis" The doctor's smile seemed to make Dennis more wary.

"No, no it's not."

"It's okay, Dennis. It's all gonna be okay." The smiling doctor pointed the gun directly at Dennis and open fire. Dennis barely managed to scream a last cry of sanity before he slumped to the ground blood pouring out of the bullet wounds in his chest. Screams of panic from the other costumers filled the store. "No, no it's okay." The doctor said his voice soothing as he brought the gun up to under his chin. "It's okay. It's all gonna be okay." Blood sprayed everywhere as the bullets liquified the doctor's brain making the customers scream.

I gasped gripping onto the sink in our latest hotel room. The water was still running as I tried to keep myself from fainting. Flashes of my vision blinked in and out making me groan. "No..." I pleaded. "Not again." I quickly switched the warm tempted water to cold as I splashed it on my face and through my hair. I let the water run a few more minutes before I turned it off and looked myself in the mirror. I look pale, my face lacking any color. Suddenly the bathroom door slammed open and Dean walked in looking impatient.

"Come on, Sam! Zip it up. Let's hit the..." he noticed my pale face and instantly knew something was wrong. "...road. What?"

My breath was heavy as I tried to blink away the memory of what I had seen. "Just had another vision." I breathed as a sharp headache spread through my head. "We need to get to the Roadhouse."

~S.S.~

Dean was driving fast in his usual manner as I sat trying to push back the headache the pain meds weren't touching the problem. "Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long." The once calm music seem to intensify my headache.

"I don't know man, why don't we just chill out, think about this." Dean complained as we drove.

"What's there to think about?" I asked turning off the radio.

"I just don't think going off to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea."

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is going to happen like the last time. I need Ash to tell us where."

"Yeah, but..."

"Plus this could have a connection with the yellow-eyed Demon. My visions always do." I said, and I saw Dean slowly nod his head.

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if..if we go announcing that you have these supernatural powers that's connected to a demon is a good idea."

"Well, if Christy was here she'd say it was a good idea." Dean rolled his eyes as he knew what I had said was true. Our little sister would have been 'yeah we got to do this. Ash will be able to help,' but as she was called back to South Dakota it was just me and Dean which felt really strange. "And thanks for calling me a freak by the way."

"You've always been a freak." I knew Dean was joking but the smile he had, seemed more out of pity then of support.

End of Sam's POV