Hi! This is my first fanfiction, so please let me know what you think!
Story Summery: Sam's visions escalate from strange dream and headaches to full on seizures. Unfortunately, these can happen in the most inconvenient moments. How will Sam and Dean adapt, and what trouble could this put them in? Hurt/limp Sam. Concerned protective Dean.
Chapter 1:
Sam thrashes his bed, struggling to open his eyes and emerge from his nightmare. He shoots up from his bed surrounded by the darkness in his room, still unsure if he escaped into reality. However, Dean's sleeping form on the bed next to his own, assures him of his consciousness.
Sam tries to recall his dream. Like the others, it had seemed almost too real. Almost like he was actually there to witness the poor girl's death. He figured they were nothing more than the side affect of having a twisted job like his own. He already constantly sees people die while awake, it's not a surprise that they'd find their way into his dreams as well.
The floor creaks while he pushes himself off the bed to get some Advil. His nightmares, that he's miraculously been able to hide from Dean, are unfortunately followed by the worst migraines. He swallows the Advil dry and returns to his bed, hoping that he'll finally be greeted with some peaceful slumber.
"Rise and shine little Sammy!"
Sam groggily climbs out of his bed to see a gleeful Dean brushing his teeth.
"Big job today," he hollers while walking toward the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste.
Sam was glad for Dean's cocky personality. It helped take his mind off the screams he heard in his dream just hours ago. On top of that, this job they drove here for would be just the distraction he needs. He was ready for the satisfaction of solving another case.
Sam quickly gets dressed and pulls out his computer, ready to begin researching on the latest supernatural occurrences in the isolated city of Marfa, Texas. His head still hurt a bit from last night, but a bit more Advil pills help take care of the problem. Dean pulls up a chair and sits beside him. He notices Sam's recent reliability on the Advil. "Everything ok?" He asks, concerned for his little brother.
"Just a small headache, it's nothing" replies sam brushing him off. He put the pill bottle down and began reading the news article that he pulled up. Every Thursday, one family completely disappears. Cars are still parked, running, yet no family members. So far the Jenkins, Jamesons, Elliots, and Canders have disappeared without a trace. He and Dean had no idea what might be causing this.
"Have you tried calling Bobby?" Asks Dean, while impatiently tapping his fingers on the table.
"He said he'd research more and get back to us," Sam glumly answers.
After more directionless reading, Sam and Dean leave their dusty motel room and set foot to uncover any signs of supernatural activity in the homes of the missing.
"Did you bring the FBI badges? " asks Sam while getting into the Impala.
Dean rolls his eyes. "No, I'm a complete idiot. Now hurry up, I called the Jenkins's neighbors and told them that we would be there for some questions around noon." Sam nodded and buckled his seatbelt.
Best part about being in a small town is almost never having to deal with traffic. The brothers park in front of the home of of Lisa park, who has been a neighbor to the Jenkin family's for 10 years now. Dean starts to get out of his beloved car, when he notices sam rubbing his temples with his eyes closed.
"Sam, you sure youre ok?"
"Fine, Dean"
Dean is not convinced, but let's it go- there will be time to worry about him when they finish this case. They slam their car doors and walk together towards her door. Lisa's house is centered in a field of dead grass a rusty lawn chairs. It looks like no one has cared about her yard for years. At least they did not have to worry about house management, with being on the move all the time. They're about to ring the doorbell when Sam suddenly grabs his head, hoping to stop the sharp blinding pain and collapses on the ground. His head slams into the concrete bellow. Dean helplessly watches his brother's eyes role back and body jerk around uncontrollably. This has never happened before- what was he supposed to do?! Sam continues convulsing on the ground for what felt like a decade to Dean. When it finally ends, Dean reaches down and tries to wake his brother up, frozen with fear. Sam was his responsibility, and if anything happened to him- he would never be able to forgive himself. Maybe he could have prevented this if he had noticed Sam's symptom's earlier, instead of focusing so much on the job. He stares at his brothers pale unconscious face and realizes that he can't fix this on his own. He has to get help.
Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think and if I should continue. Sorry for any writing mistakes I might have made.