Hey. This is my very first Supernatural fan fiction and I have an idea for the main plotline. Most of it will just turn up as I write, I have a vague idea for the plotline. I hope you like what I've got as this has been a thought in my head for a little while and I haven't yet seen any fics about it. I hope you enjoy! Any constructive criticism welcome, just nothing said in a harsh way, please.

Title: When Green Eyes Turn Black

Author: Edna

Set: Sometime in Season 2 when Sam still has his visions.

Summary: Sam has a vision of a young girls supernatural death. Just like any other hunt, he and Dean do their job to save her. However, this girl takes the life of one of the brothers to a whole new level and Sam realises he's in danger when he can't get rid of the voices in his head.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: These boys are only mine in naughty dreams.

"Saaaaammmmmyyyy……"

A taunting, high voiced, woman called out in an almost childlike way. Echoing lightly, her voice only heard by Sam in the dead of night against the howling wind outside.

"Oh Saaaaaaammmmmmyyyy…."

Even though he was asleep, this eerie voice was so clear. And it was calling to him…why was it calling to him in such a taunting and spooky way? Who was this woman? And most important of all…was this a premonition?

It didn't feel like a premonition…Sam subconsciously frowned as he slept, hearing this voice in his head. This voice…whoever it was…was calling to him. In an evil yet childlike way.

"I know you're in there, Sammy. I know you can hear me…"

A manic giggling pursued, psychotically. The voice was scary and eerie…each word was on a high and different tone. Patronising. Even though he slept, Sam was immediately in defence, worried as to who or what was in his head.

"Who are you?" Sam whispered and mumbled, in a very low volume. However, the voice in his head heard him loud and clear…

"Ask no questions and I'll tell no lies…"

It was such a wicked voice. Sam was of no sound mind, being asleep and all, but he still wondered who she was. Sam saw nothing. There were no images racking through his brain; only that woman's voice. Her voice echoing in his head and there was no answer as to why she called to him. Sam instantly knew she was evil. There was definitely no question of that. It was all in a dream, yet Sam, in his dreamlike state, was following and thinking as clear as day. However, he was completely absorbed in his sleep.

All of a sudden, Sam saw something other than the pitch black of sleep.

It was a house. An ordinary house, in the late evening. A girl, around 15 or 16 years old. She had dark, long, brunette hair, was of slim build and average white skin tone. She seemed in the house, alone as she had prepared a sandwich from the kitchen simply minding her own business. The TV was left on as she wandered in the sitting room, taking a short moment to glance at the news, and caught the weather. For her area, the weather was being reported for Ottumwa, Iowa. Not particularly interested in the whether, she grew bored and wandered around her darkened home, not a care in the world.

The young girl softly stopped in her tracks, a frown on her face. She looked confused at first, only for a second or two. And then her expression changed to concern and seriousness. She looked afraid. Definitely no longer calm. The girl put her plate down on the kitchen side, moving her head as though hearing something in her home. She continued to look back and forth and all around, not knowing where to look.

"Who are you?" she said in a steady, terrified and shaky voice, attempting to keep it steady. She turned her head rapidly to her left, expecting to find something or someone there. But there was no one. She looked to her right, making sure there was no one there. Although, things looked worse as she lifted her hand to the side of her head in desperation, swiftly walking into the living room.

The young girl stopped as soon as she saw the TV and gasped. It was hissing with static, flicking about all over the place. Something wasn't right and she didn't know what was happening. She tried to calm herself down, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please," she whispered. "Just leave me alone."

She escaped the sight of the manic television and ran back into the kitchen, breathing rapidly. She was panicking, unable to escape the madness of whatever was happening to her. It seemed deeper than what Sam could suddenly see. He couldn't understand what was happening to her…

A glint of light caught her eye and froze to the spot. She eyed across the room, a carving knife, sliding out of the wooden block it was kept in. It wasn't paced out. It wasn't suspenseful or slow. It was a swift, sudden motion. The knife rushed through the air, with absolutely nothing holding it. At least nothing able to be proved by ordinary science.

It was a sharp piercing through the young woman's gut, so forceful she slammed against the wall and she let out an unintentional scream. The knife went so deep to the handle, the blade was so long it had sliced through her back and wedged into the wall.

She hung there at deaths door, barely alive for moments after. Blinding pain throughout her stomach, barely able to support her feet on the floor. And after those final few seconds of torture…lights out…"Sam!"

Sam's eyes whipped open and he found himself looking at the roof of the Impala. He was sweaty and breathing faster than normal, mainly from shock. He felt Dean's hand resting on his shoulder, a very slight grip on it, after waking Sam up. He gathered himself together and sat up, noticing it was late afternoon and they were still driving. Dean kept looking from Sam to the road, making sure he continued driving on the road yet with concern for Sam after yet another nightmare.

"You alright?" Dean asked, in a loud, commanding yet concerning way.

"Uhh," Sam mumbled, unsure whether he was ok. "Yeah."

"Another vision?" Dean asked, frowning.

"Yeah" Sam said, his breathing slightly raspy. He was confused. He remembered every little detail of that dream, including the voice in his head. It was worrying. This woman, whoever she was, was somehow in Sam's head. Who was she? A witch? It was a good possibility.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"This, this girl was in her home and she started panicking about something. She just starting freaking out, like she was hearing someone or something."

"What, like, voices in her head?" Dean asked.

Sam hesitated a second in thought. "Yeah," Sam said, frowning. That voice…was she hearing her?

"Then what happened?" Dean asked.

"She freaked out at the television going static, ran into the kitchen and a some kinda magic was possessing a knife and…it stabbed her."

"On its own?"

"Pinned her to the wall" Sam said.

"She died, right?" Dean guessed. "I mean, that's how all your freaky visions end."

"Yeah , she did." Sam said.

"Sounds like something we need to check out." Dean said. "You get where she lives?"

"Uhh, yeh" Sam said, putting pressure on his eyes in attempt to wake himself up a little more. "Ottumwa, Iowa."

"Alright" Deam mumbled. It was pretty much official. They were heading to Iowa.

Sam didn't think to tell Dean about the voice he'd heard. Sam wanted to be sure it wasn't a simple figment of a dream he'd had before the vision. Although it felt so real and clear and it wasn't as though it was anything new to Dean or Sam, things out of the ordinary. In fact, to them the out-of-ordinary was ordinary!

Unless that same voice was the thing freaking out that girl. Sam felt an odd connection to this girl, not like to any other person he'd had a vision of. Sam's immediate thoughts to this was perhaps she also heard this voice. Although, Sam didn't say anything to Dean. He didn't want Dean to worry any more than he already did. He could see Dean glancing at him every now and then, apprehensively, and it was understandable. No…Sam wanted to wait. See if the voice would come back again.

Sam put it to the back of his mind as he looked ahead, watching the sights go by as he and Dean drove along to Iowa. He told himself what he always thought every time they find a new job. Just another typical hunt.

But will it be a typical hunt? Or will it be life changing for one or maybe both of these brothers?

What do you think? Is it one you'd like me to continue? I've asked a beta if they'd like to beta my story and I'd like to know if you think I need a beta. Please R&R. It'd realy make my day. Thanks!

Eddiex