Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Supernatural, that all belongs to Eric Kripke.

Okay, so this is an idea that has been stuck in my head, ever since I'd witness Sam's powers in Season one and Season. I'd always wonder where they come from. So, this is my take.

Ever wonder where Sam's premonitions come from? Ever wonder if Dean has powers too? Well, now you don't have to wonder any longer. This is my take on when Sam got his ability.

A five year old Sam Winchester was tossing and turning in bed. Sweat trickled down his face, his bangs sicking to his forehead as he let out a small whimper.

She was running through a dark forest. Growling and snarling noises where coming from behind her. She turned and looked. Eyes went wide in fear as a dark shadowy figure with glowing red eyes locked onto her emerald ones.

Fear slammed into her, driving her panic mode into full on adrenaline rush as she ran. Faster and faster. Blurring by tree after tree. Till she came to an opening.

She was safe or so she thought.

Growling came again, and in a flash of smoke; she somehow had wound up on her back. There was nothing. No punch. No contact. Nothing. But here it was the dark shadow pinning her down. It was like a force she couldn't escape.

"Oh, my child," a deeply male voice rang out inside her head. "You don't need to be frightened, all I'm going to do is eat your heart out." He laughed a sinister laugh that sent a cold chill running down her spine.

She screamed out, but the shadow cover her mouth, muffling out her screams.

"Oh, now, now, now... no need for that." The shadow started wrapping around her, till it covered her whole body. It was cold against her skin as it seeped into her body. She screamed out as oozing redness seeped from her pore in her body.

"HELP ME!"

It was her last screaming thought as she slumped to the side, eyes dull and lifeless.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Sam's scream bolted a nine year old Dean up from his perfect slumber, and he turned to face his baby brother. Sam was sitting up in bed, knees bent up, head laying on them, and his hand were gripping the sheets so tightly, Dean could see his tiny knuckles turning white. He was rocking back and forth. The sound of sobs escaping his lips.

His brother instincts kicked in as he rushed to Sam's side. "Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sammy looked up at him, and Dean's eyes went wide as he saw his hazel eyes. They were red and puffy, and heavy tears were flowing slowly down his pale cheeks. But it wasn't just that that had Dean's nerves on edge, it was Sam's eyes. Behind them was pain and… was that fear? Dean hated seeing Sam in pain. It tore his heart apart when his brother was hurt. Especially, the pain that he knew he couldn't help ease. But he wondered what had Sam so frightened. So terrified.

"D'n." Sam's words came out slurred, his throat felt raw and hoarse. His eyes went wide as the images flashed in front of his eyes and he threw himself into his big brother's arms. Wanting him to stop them. Wanting him to make them go away. He was scared. He didn't know why or what was happening. He just wanted the agony to end.

Sam's sudden reaction caused Dean's worry meter to spike as he rubbed his brother's back. "Sammy? What's wrong, buddy?" Dean could feel him trembling and shaking. "Jesus, Sam, you're freezing." Dean pulled the blanket up and around him.

"B-bad... dream." Sam panted. Dean could feel his pulse pounding faster than normal. He had to calm Sam down.

"Sh... sh... it's okay, I'm here Sammy." he said, rubbing small circles on his back. It always seemed to help when Sam was in distress.

Sam's death grip on his brother's shirt, became looser and Dean could tell Sam was calming down. His breathing that was once shallow, started evening out.

The door to their room opened to reveal John Winchester, their dad, peering in. He'd heard Sam's scream and was wondering what all the fuss was about, and when his eyes landed on Dean with Sam in his lap, he immediately became aware that something was wrong.

"Dean?" He turned towards his dad, easily not to wake a now sleeping Sam. "What's wrong?"

"Sam had a bad dream, don't worry. I've got it." Dean turned back towards his brother missing the worry expression that settled deeply into John's face as he quietly and easily shut their door.

John knew something was going on with Sam; he'd known for a while, but the rational part of his brain was praying that it wasn't happening. That nothing supernatural was happening to his baby boy. But ever since Sam started having bad dreams weeks ago, he knew something was up. It was worrying not just him but Dean too. John knew. He could see it in the boy's face, every time he laid eyes on his brother.

"God, please let us be wrong," John prayed silently as he leaned up against the wall, struggling to hear. He stayed there for a few minutes listening to the quietness. John took a look inside the boys room, and what he saw brought a smile to his face. Dean was lying in Sam's bed, holding him tightly as if he could take away all of Sam's fears, pain, and nightmares, they were both sleeping peacefully. And John couldn't help but smile wider.

He shut their door, the smile fading as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed the familiar number.

It rang once.

Twice.

On the third ring a female voice said, "John, what is it?"

"Missouri, I need your help. It's Sam, I think it's starting."

Cliffhanger. I know, I'm a bit evil, but please don't be afraid to review. I need criticism. Both good and bad.