Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters (no matter how much I wish I did).
This is my very first fanfic, and I'm really excited to share with you guys! Reviews and stuff would mean the world to me!
It started with a headache. But then again, that wasn't exactly unusual for Sam Winchester these days, so he didn't really pay much attention to it. He just rested his head against the cool glass window of the Impala, and waited for it to go away.
Sam risked a glance over at Dean. After the incident with Andy and his psychotic twin, Dean had shoved Sam in the Impala and drove out of Guthrie as fast as he could. Even now Dean was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white, and he wasn't even singing along to the Metallica blasting through the car. Which also wasn't helping Sam's headache.
"Are you alright, dude?" Sam asked, watching with worry as Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel even more. "You look like your trying to strangle the steering wheel."
"I'm fine," Dean said gruffly, keeping his eyes firmly planted on the road, but slightly relaxing his grip. "Just tired, that's all."
"Yeah," Sam said, "And I'm the Easter Bunny. Now what's bothering you?"
Dean shot him a glare, but Sam held his ground. Dean gave a long suffering sigh, once again annoyed at his stubborn little brother. "I just don't know, Sammy. This whole visions thing, making people do what you want, manipulating their mind? Doesn't that freak you out a little bit?"
Sam bit back a laugh of disbelief. "Freak me out, Dean? Freak me out? I'm the one whose having the visions!" The moment the word visions left his mouth, his headache doubled. He clutched his head, trying to ignore the sharp pain shooting through his temples.
Dean shot him a concerned look. "You alright there, Sammy?"
Sam gritted his teeth. If Dean was scared about the visions, then Sam certainly wasn't going to add on to his burden. Dean was already going through enough with their Dad's death, even though he wasn't going to admit it, and Sam didn't want to give him another reason to worry. "I'm fine, Dean. Just a little tired, that's all."
Dean made a face, but then froze when he really looked at Sam. "You're lookin a little pale there, you're sure you're alright?" Dean said, reaching over to feel Sam's forehead.
Sam swatted his hand away. "I'm fine, Dean. Since when did you turn into a mother hen?"
That did it. Dean frowned, pulling away. "Alright then. You hungry?" He asked, pointing up ahead as the sign for a diner came into view. "Because I'm starved."
The throbbing behind Sam's temples continued, but he plastered a smile on his face. It now felt like the temperature in the Impala had dropped 10 degrees, and Sam was starting to shiver. This was definitly a vision coming on, but Dean couldn't know that. "Uh, sure."
Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot, right in-between a monstrous black pickup truck and rusty and beaten up Honda. "Whoa, ain't I glad you don't look like that, baby!" He slapped the dash lovingly. "Come on, Sammy, it's time to eat!"
Dean hopped out without further ado and took off towards the diner. Sam opened his door to follow, but a wave of vertigo smashed into him and the ground began to spin. The headache felt like someone was throwing boulders at his brain, and he could feel his stomach twist.
There was a sharp pain behind his eyeballs, and suddenly he wasn't there anymore. Sam knew subconciously that he was really standing outside a dump for a diner with Dean in the middle of Oklahoma, but all he could see was some old house in the middle of night in the woods and all he could feel was the pain in his head.
The house was really just a bunch of planks held together, and the door creaked as someone walked through, dragging a body behind them. The person's face was unrecognizable under the blood and bruises covering it, but Sam felt his stomach drop when he saw the person's familiar leather jacket.
The body was. . . Dean. No, no, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening. None of his visions were ever wrong, and that meant that Dean was going to die!
Sam cried out in pain as the vision flickered. He could feel the cool metal of the Impala against his back as he sagged against it, grunting as the vision came back full swing. The mystery man was now dragging Dean down the steps of the house, panting with effort. The man stopped at the bottom, hands on his knees, bent over. The man lifted his head, and his face was bathed with moonlight as he tried to catch his breath.
Sam's heart stopped dead in his chest. The man was Andy. Andy, who they had left back in Guthrie. Andy, another psychic, a psychic who was going to kill his brother. Dean, who was the only thing Sam had left. Dean, who Sam loved more than anything.
The vision stopped as suddenly as it had come on, and Sam sagged with relief against the car. But the pain in his head didn't stop like it normal did after the vision was over. Instead, the pressure increased until it was almost unbearable.
Dean was almost inside the diner, and Sam couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of him strolling along, hands stuffed inside the pockets of his jacket. The jacket that would soon be covered in blood, Sam reminded himself, if he didn't do anything to stop it. And he had to. He had to save Dean.
Sam took a few wobbling steps, the ground tilting underneath him. His head felt like it was on fire. Dean, who was only just realizing that he was alone, stopped walking and turned around, confusion written across every feature.
Confusion that quickly turned to panic when he noticed Sam's face. "Sam?" He shouted, but to Sam it sounded far away and distant. Sam's head felt like it was packed with cotton balls and hit by a hammer.
He swayed in place, pain increasing as he was once again thrust back into vision land and all he could see was Dean's body, still and unmoving, Dean's dead body, and the pain in his head was so bad and all he could see was Dean's body, and suddenly he was screaming.
"Dean!" He cried, and then Dean's face, full of worry and concern was hovering over him, and he allowed himself to be relieved. Then the pain in his head got worse and then his entire body was on fire. Sam could feel himself falling, and the last thing he remembered was strong arms circling him before the darkness overtook him.
A/N: Like I said, this is my first fanfic, so reviews would be awesome!
