WITCH DREAM

Chapter 1

Summary: Sam begins to have strange visions where the person he is dreaming about has a power over him both physically and mentally. Can the brothers figure out what is going on before Sam is lost to his visions forever?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They belong to Kripke. This is done strictly for fun, not profit.

As the Impala sped down the road Dean seemed to relax. They didn't know where they were going for sure, but at least it was away from that dinky little town. They had been hunting a nasty poltergeist that it seemed to like to fry people with a touch, and of course the thing had taken a liking to Sam.

Dean still shivered at the thought of how close he'd come to losing Sam. When they had first found the poltergeist, Sam had gotten trapped in a room with the thing and had come close to becoming a crispy critter. Sam still had burn marks on his chest where the thing had touched him.

Then when they went to burn the bones, Dean had kept the sonuvabitch at bay while Sam dug the grave and doused the bones with salt and lighter fluid. He had pumped a salt round into its ass and it had dissipated into thin air with a cry of pain. Thinking the coast was clear, Dean lit a match and threw it in to the open grave. Just then the thing had picked up Sam in a last ditch effort to get revenge and had thrown him into the grave.

Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he remembered watching Sam fall as the grave caught fire thinking that for sure Sam was goner. Thankfully Sam's freaky Jolly Green Giant build had been a blessing. He had twisted in the air with agile dexterity splaying his body out and caught himself on the edges of the grave before he fell into the now roaring flames. With Dean's help, he managed to have only a couple of burns on his legs from the fire. Now the job was done, and they were on to the next.

Dean looked over to the passenger seat and smiled slightly when he saw Sam asleep with his head leaned up against the window. Dean turned back to the road and popped in his favorite Metallica tape but kept it quiet so his brother could sleep. He pushed a little harder on the gas pedal trying to put as many miles between them and that God forsaken town. He knew he would have to stop eventually, but hoped that they could get across state lines before then. On to a new job and no looking back.

It was getting to be late afternoon and Dean was starting to get hungry. They hadn't stopped all day and he knew he'd have to get gas soon and find someplace to eat. Thankfully the next town wasn't too far. Maybe it would have a gas station and hopefully someplace to eat. Most of the little towns around here didn't have much except a few houses and a tiny main street. Little more than a blip on the highway. If you blinked you'd miss it.

Sam sat in the passenger seat looking at a newspaper trying to find their next job when Dean finally saw a gas station. "Oh, finally," he said and Sam looked up to see the dinky little station. It didn't look like anything special, but at least there was something.

As they pulled in Sam could see the attendant peek out the window at the big black car and knew that they probably didn't see much business. "Better not get too much gas, Dean. I doubt that this place takes credit cards and we need to save our money."

Dean snorted. "Duh, Sam, I'm not an idiot. Why don't you go see if they have anything in there to eat? I'm starving." Dean got out and started to fill the tank.

Sam got out and stretched. His body complained at being cooped up in the car for so long, and his injuries from the last hunt were still healing. He didn't dare tell Dean how sore he was from the fall last night. He'd landed kind of awkwardly and had kind of strained his back, but he had definitely had had worse.

He walked towards the station and stepped inside. There wasn't much to be seen. A few supplies like oil and windshield cleaner. Things people might need for their car in such a desolate stretch of land. Sam glanced at the attendant, an older looking man who looked warily at the strangers passing through. Sam smiled awkwardly. "Hi. Hey is there a diner nearby?"

The man looked at Sam for a second. "Not here in town. There's one in the next town over. Maybe about fifty miles? They're a lot bigger place. Not much left here or anywhere around here. We don't get many travelers on this road anymore. You guys going somewhere specific?"

Sam shook his head and looked out the window at Dean. "No, me and my brother just decided to go on a road trip. Thought it'd be cool to see America. Hey do you have a bathroom here?" Sam said quickly changing the subject.

The man nodded and cocked a thumb behind him. "Outside and around the corner."

Sam offered his thanks and headed out the door. Dean looked at him and he pointed where he was going. Dean nodded his understanding and Sam slipped around the corner. The bathroom was small with barely enough room to move around in. Sam felt awkward in the small bathroom as he tried to maneuver his big frame around the room.

He finished his business and was washing his hands when he started to feel the pressure start to build behind his eyes. He squinted against the bright light and grimaced in pain. "Oh, gah, not…now." He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to get the pain to subside when the vision hit him full force.

A woman in her mid-twenties stood in a kitchen chopping vegetables as something on the stove boiled away. She had brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail and was fairly attractive. She hummed slightly to herself as she continued to chop up the vegetables.

Suddenly someone came up behind her and put their hands over her eyes. She jumped slightly and then relaxed. "Josh, quit that." A young man with sandy blonde hair stepped out from behind her with a big smile plastered on his face grease smudges on his face and clothes.

"Hi, honey," he said and gave her a small kiss. "So how'd your day go?" he asked as he surveyed what was cooking on the stove.

She went back to chopping. "Okay," she said off handedly. "I closed sale on two houses and may have a bid on a third. How way yours?"

Josh shrugged slightly. "Nothing too exciting. Had a beauty come in today all banged up." He was a mechanic at one of the local auto places. "Looked like she'd been through hell and back. Poor guy was beside himself. Should be able to fix it in a couple of days." He snagged a carrot off the chopping board and dodges his wife's playful swipe at him with her hand. "Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower. Do you need any help with supper?"

She shook her head and smiled. "With your greasy hands? No thanks. Go, get cleaned up." She waved him away before returning to her chopping.

He kissed her softly again and she watched him go before her eyes turned cold and she laid down the knife.

"You know it's not nice to stick your nose into other people's business," she said flatly and then turned her face as if looking at Sam. "Maybe I need to give you a taste of what happens when you meddle in other people's business." She then closed her eyes and began to chant something beneath her breath.

The world came back into focus and Sam gripped the sink tightly with one hand while he pressed the other to the side of his head. He panted slightly as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened when a blinding pain shot through his skull. Sam pressed both hands to his head trying to relieve the pain but it just increased. He tried to scream, but the pain was so intense he found that he couldn't. He tried to pull air into his lungs, but found that he couldn't. Then pain grew to a white-hot intensity blinding him as he struggled to stay conscious. A gut-wrenching scream tore from his before everything went black.

A/N: Hope you are liking it so far. This was something that started out in a dream ironically enough. Please let me know what you think by reviewing. Your reviews are music to my ears. There will be more soon.