Oi!

This is a story I wrote in the summer with another writer (who I can't seem to find) about Sam actually having his powers unleashed earlier in his life.

Sam is 17 and Dean is 21

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Peering over his comforter Sam shoots daggers at Dean, hanging off his own twin bed, the covers left forgotten on the floor.

"Dean...turn off the alarm…

Dean, come on man your closer" Sam practically whines at his older brother snuggles deeper into his warm bed.

"mhats ok, I 'cept uhver furms ov peymant az well…" Dean muttered incoherently into his pillow, still caught in a dream.

"DEAN! TURN OFF THE ALARM!" Sam shouts

Dean awakes suddenly, smacking the alarm clock off the nightstand and throws his pillow at Sam for interrupting his dream.

With the room now bathed in silence (accept the occasional chuckle on Dean's side) neither of the young men makes any attempt to move from their warm beds.

The shriek of a whistle causes Dean to jump out of bed still slightly asleep, while Sam falls out and then crawls under his bed to get more sleep, dragging his comforter along with him.

"Up and at 'em boys!" The deep voice of their father proclaims

Looking at the tail of his brother's comforter peeking out from under the bed Dean glances at his father who nods at him and then retreats to a table in the apartment's corner to finish some of his notes.

Dean walks over to Sam's bed and reaches under, yanking him out by the ankle.

"Dude, if I have to get up then so do you!" he says crankily.

"Come on Dean! I barely got any sleep last night!" Sam tiredly protests sitting cross-legged on the ground leaning his head against the bed and closing his eyes.

"Does this look like a face that cares?" Dean says, smacking Sam upside the head before walking over to their shared dresser and pulling out his clothes to get dressed.

Sam shuffles to the bathroom glaring at the back of Dean's head with the irritability of being forced awake.

Twenty minutes later Sam is dressed and waiting as Dean fixes his hair.

"Come on Dean! Your hair is like 2 inches long! How long are you gonna take!?!?!?!"

"As long as it takes for it to become perfect, Sammy boy." Dean replies, tweaking the front spikes and taking a step back to admire his work.

"Finished!" Dean announces

(Sam groans)

Dean drives Sam to school, which is located about a mile from their apartment

"I'll see you at the end of the day here, don't be late again" The older brother says leaning through the passenger-side window

"Jeez Dean, ease off I was late once." Sam says retreating into the school

Sam walks through he double doors while digging in his backpack for his newly acquired class schedule

While turning the corner through the doors he collides with a girl causing her books to fall everywhere

"Ooof!" They both exclaim

"Oh man! Sorry about that. You ok?" Sam says reaches for her books.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" she says, snatching the books from Sam's hand and pushing him away from her

"Uh I said sorry" Sam says sheepishly slightly taken aback by the girl's outburst

The girl takes a moment to compose herself by taking a deep breath.

"Umm you ok?" Sam asks again hesitantly

"Yeah, uh, sorry about snapping at you."

"It's cool. I'm Sam by the way."

"Isabel." she says extending a hand to shake Sam's.

"Nice you meet you Sammy."

Sam laughs

"What?"

Chuckling Sam replies "High School students don't usually shake hands when greeting in social situations." He jokes, talking like a dictionary

"Uh huh…" cocks eyebrow

Sam shakes her hand "Hehehe I'm just being stupid."

Isabel smiles slightly

Bell rings

"Oh crap, we're going to be late! See you around Sammy!" Isabel yells running down the hall to her class.

Looking at the bell Sam shrugs then realizes that for once he doesn't care that he is late

Then that doesn't last long and Sam runs to class.

Sam gets to class and sits down undetected of being late and smiles like an idiot because he realizes that he likes Isabel.

Final Bell Rings

Sam is putting his books into his small locker when Isabel rushes down the hallway, not wanting to miss her bus, and sees Sam as she gets closer

"What are you doing here?" she asks accusingly

Sam cocks his head slightly

"uhh... putting away my books, what does it look like?" he says closing his locker with a slight slam

"Well it looks to me like you were waiting by my locker" she says smiling as she opens her locker next to his to put away her own books.

"And why would you think I'd be waiting at your locker? We just met." he says smiling but drops it thinking "oh god… Dean's smugness is spreading"

Isabel blushes slightly, then straightens her face into a relaxed smile

"Maybe because I wanted you to be...?"

"What? No! I mean, this is my locker! opens to prove he is not a stalker

Sam begins blushing feeling stupid immediately.

"Yeah, right." Isabel says making fun of him "So, I haven't seen you around before..."

"Yea, I just transferred here as a junior" Sam says

"My dad likes to travel a lot. His job requires it" he explains the confusion that might be gained from a student arriving in the middle of the school year.

"Military?" Isabel questions with her eyebrow arched

Sam raises his own eyebrow

"How'd ya guess" he asks

Isabel taps her head "It's like a gift!" she exclaims

Sam laughs

Isabel taps Sam's head

"Hey why is yours making a hollow sound?" she jokes

Sam was about to laugh along with Isabel but something strange happened.

All the lockers around him started to stretch farther away, looking at Isabel he saw that she was frozen with her laughter still on her face...

Suddenly it was like a movie projecting against his eyelids, only this was in high definition, everything magnified, making him feels as if he was actually there.

Sam was standing outside of the school waving to a distant figure.

He heard Isabel's voice

"Bye Sam! See you tomorrow!" She yelled

He felt himself waving goodbye to her

Frozen to the spot Sam heard the screech of tires, watching as a yellow school bus came down the road not far from where Isabel was. He didn't have time to warn her before the bus plowed into the young women, causing her to be forced down and under the tires. Sam heard a sickening crunching noise as the bus ran over Isabel's body, coming to a stop feet from her. Suddenly Sam was looking down at Isabel, her eyes wide open, unmoving.

Sam blinked away the tears as he realized he was on the ground and that there was a waterfall of hair falling into his face. Isabel's.
"Sam?! Are you ok? Do I need to get the nur- call the hospital?" Isabel asked not sure what to do.
"Huh? Isabel?" Sam sat up extremely fast (not good because it caused an even worse migraine)
"Sam, what's just happened? One minute we were laughing and then you just collapsed!"
Sam begins panicking and becoming out of breath as he remembers the accident he just witnessed

"Isabel! Are you ok?!?!?"
"The bus! And You! And I mean...what's going on?" Sam's eyes close as he looses consciousness slumping to the floor.

"Hey what's going on over here?" Says someone approaching the small crowd that had gathered around Sam.

Dean looks down at his unconscious brother

"Sam?" Dean joins Isabel on the floor besides his brother and without looking at her asks the girl:

"What happened to Sam? I want to know now what happened to my brother."

He asks, looking down at his unmoving brother.
"We were just talking, and then he collapsed!" She replied hysterically.
Dean picks up Sam and carries him out of the school, walking to his newly acquired Impala and placing his brother carefully in the passenger seat.

Moaning quietly from the movement Sam opens his eyes "Dean?"
Relieved, yet worried Dean looks at his brother

"Hey Sammy," Dean Starts, but noticing the way Sam's face scrunched up at his voice continues more softly, "how you feeling?"

"ugh, where am I? Where's Isabel?" he says disoriented
Dean talking softly replies:

"You're in the impala; we're headed back to the apartment. Do you remember what happened? And who's Isabel?"

"Um I 'member talkin to-to Isabel, we were joking about me having a hollow head or something

"oww my head..." he grumbles leaning back in the leather seats massaging his temples

TBC

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