Training Wheels

Summary: Sam must learn to control his powers…before it is too late. In order to save his older brother, Sam is determined to harness his telepathic and telekinetic abilities in a race against the clock and his brother's fate. Set sometime during Season 2 but after 'Hunted' (episode 10). Rated T for language and some gore. Not a death fic. No wincest. Hurt!Sam, Hurt!Dean, Protective/Bigbrother!Dean

Author's Note: This is my first ever fic, so please be gentle. Also, I don't have a Beta - all mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them.

Chapter 1: The Vision

Sam lets the grimy motel door swing shut on groaning hinges behind him. Not bothering to lock it, he threw the motel key onto the kitchen bench, knowing that Dean was coming up in a few minutes. Walking into the dimly lit room, Sam flopped backwards, hitting the bed with a thud, the springs bouncing under his huge frame. He felt like he had just gone a few rounds with a psychotic toaster, and although he would never admit it - everything ached. He squinted at the ceiling, trying to focus on the small details in the peeling paint, but once again his eyes slipped shut as a wave of nausea hit him from his stomach.

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Dean shifted the greasy paper bag and boos in his arms, locking the impala, parking his baby as close to the motel entrance if needed for a quick getaway (knowing that with their luck they would probably need it). Still feeling slightly lightheaded he made his way to the motel. The spirit had really kicked the crap out of him, smashing him through the old plaster wall before choking him under its cold fingers. Dark spots had bobbed in his vision, just before his eyes burned, as the bitch was lit up in flames.

Of course, Sam had come through again, salt and burning the bones with only seconds to spare.

Actually it felt kinda' good to go on a normal hunt (well - as normal as life got for Sam and Dean Winchester). He didn't have to deal with any weird shit, life freak hunters wanting to kill his physic brother or Sam's ever growing 'vision' problem.

Nope, for once it was just them and the hunt. No short cuts. No visions. No shades of grey. So yeah, why shouldn't he feel good? He had parked the Impala and walked up to the motel room feeling pretty damn proud of himself. Hell, he had even managed to skim the number of a cute blonde in the bar. Maybe later tonight if he got bored….

Smugly, he smiled to himself, as the motel door swung open revealing the green inertia. It was nothing special – just a room with two beds and a divider to the kitchen. But it was good enough for them.

He rustled the plastic bag, looking at the heap on the bed that was his brother. "Oi Sam, get your gigantor ass over here and eat somethin'."

Sam barely filched, his only response being a low groan. And with that, Dean's good mood plummeted.

He rushed to his brother's side, catching himself on the bedside table, "Sammy?"

Sam's eyes opened a fraction in recognition, "Dean?"

"Yeah buddy, are you hurt?" Dean's eyes searched his brother's long frame, unable to recall Sam being hurt during the hunt. The ghost hadn't laid a hand on him.

"Uhhhh…no…I don't think s-" Sam started, but his voice melted as a new wave of pain erupted behind his eyes, as if a thousand needled were being pressed into his skull. He drew his hands to his head, clenching his eyes shut and pushing his temples inwards as if the action was literally holding his head together.

Dean's heart was in his throat. "Sammy, Sam…what's wrong? I need you to open those green eyes for me." A million possibilities were running through his head, and yet Sam's symptoms were all leading to one conclusion. A vision.

The pain lines in Sam's face increased, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. Upon hearing his brother's plea, Sam's eyes snapped open, but fluttered as images invaded his mind.

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He heard Dean's voice through the bright flames: 'SAM!'

The smoke made it hard to breath, but he pushed on, desperately searching for his brother.

Flash.

He stood over Dean, attempting to lift the beam crushing his brother, as his muscles screamed and the smoke burned his lungs. But it was too much. He couldn't do it. His brother would die here in the flames – just like Mum, just like Jessica.

Flash.

Dean wasn't breathing – but Sam pushed on, a harrowing scream erupting from his mouth as the heat intensified and black spots danced in his vision. The fire caught his clothes, scorching the flesh…and finally he succumbed, collapsing next to his brother still trapped under the beam.

"I'm sorry D'n" he whispered before his vision went black and the fire consumed them.

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Dean waited, feeling utterly helpless as he attempted to steady his thrashing brother. Sam was flailing on the bed, his eyes wide in fear whilst his face was twisted in pain.

"Sshhh Sammy...it's okay," Dean whispered, unsure whether he was reassuring himself or Sam. "I gotcha little brother, but how about you wake up now huh? You've had your beauty sleep."

At this, Sam's flailing slowed, his head sinking down into the pillow.

"Sam? Buddy, you back with me?" Dean asked anxiously. However, relief washed over him only second later, as Sam's eyes eventually found him.

Sam felt like he had been asleep for a week, his tongue struggling to form words and only barely making out the fuzzy outline above him that was…his brother…alive. "D'n?"

"The one and only," Dean replied conceitedly, but the pun fell short with the undisguisable worry in his voice. "How do you feel?"

"Felt…so real," Sam raised a hand to his chest and groggily swung his feet off the bed. His face turned as white as a ghost (which could be taken literally with their experiences) and his breathing became hitched. "Oh god, the fire and I couldn't lift it…I couldn't save you…I couldn't…."

Dean grasped Sam's shoulders, comforting and steadying his brother, "woah, Sam, take it easy. I'm right here – I'm okay."

Sam looked up, his hair partially covering his hazel eyes, "It's not okay….I can't-" his voice cracked, because he couldn't tell Dean. He couldn't let Dean know of his plan which had been set in motion as soon as he had come out of the vision. Why? Cause Dean would be pissed and would fight against it tooth and nail. But when had that ever stopped Sam?

Was his plan wrong? Probably.

Would this ever stop him from trying? Never.

TBC