Chapter One
"URGH!" grumbled Sam, tossing restlessly in his sleep. He felt something light shaking his arm. He immediately snapped his eyes opened and gripped the pressure on his arm. He found himself staring into Dean's half closed eyes, he obviously just woke up.
"Sammy?" asked Dean. Sam blinked, releasing Dean's arm. "Gee, Sammy, that's quite a death grip you've got."
"Sorry." said Sam sitting up in his bed.
"Another vision?" asked Dean, reaching for his shirt.
Sam paused. Another vision. Sam had been having a lot of visions lately. At first, they were small jobs, only a town or two over over with minimal repercussions. They came every month, always in the first week. Then, the visions became more intense, more detailed, more frequent. Each job became dangerous, almost as if the Demon had sent the visions to Sam, knowing he would not pass up the opportunity to save someones life, and hoping he would get killed. Sam wondered if he should go to this one. The supernatural being in his most resent vision was particularily nasty. He was invisible until right before he struck, able to sneak up impossibly close to its victims.
During their last hunt, Dean had come too close to being hurt and Sam didn't want to put him in danger again, but he knew that once Dean knew of a hunt, he wouldn't let it go. Ever scince their father had died, Dean found gruesome ways to kill the demons he hunted and he thought of a new way every time.
"Sam?" asked Dean, reaching for his pants, "Was it another vision?"
"Yah," replied Sam, shaking himself mentally.
"Well," prompted Dean, "Where is it?"
"Uhh, Tarrytown, New York." said Sam, ruffling his hair.
Dean continued to put on his boots. "Let's go."
"Dean, " said Sam, looking at his watch, "It's four in the morning!"
"I know." said Dean, pulling on his jacket, "C'mon."
Sam rolled his eyes but reached for his shoes nonetheless.