Author´s note

This is an AU where Mary was not killed by the Yellow-eyed demon and Sam´s visions started earlier. Sam is about 16 years old and Dean is 20.

Disclaimer: I do not owe anything you might recognize from Supernatural.

Chapter 2

The man in the hoodie was panting, running down the street in the dark. He was running as fast as he could, not showing any signs of slowing down any time soon. He kept looking over his shoulder as he ran, faster this time, as though he saw someone chasing him. The man was panting harder and almost called out in relief the moment he set eyes on the white picket fence. He didn't mind to even open the gate as he leapt over the fence and fell down hard, desperately crawling on the grass. He picked himself up in no time and continued to run until he reached the front door where he fumbled with the keys. His hands were shaking so hard he almost dropped them. When he finally unlocked the door he threw himself inside and slammed the door shut, locking it before he slid down to the floor. He was still panting hard and had trouble catching his breath, now more from fear than from running. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he slowly turned and lifted the curtains of the sidelights to peak outside. And there, across the street in the shadows he saw what he had missed the first time. Two yellow eyes.

Sam bolted straight up in his bed, breathing heavily he noticed that he was feeling out of breath even though he had been sleeping. The second thing he noticed was that he was feeling cold, as he shuddered he saw his cover laying in a heap on the floor. He climbed out of bed to pick it up.

"I must have been kicking in my sleep" he thought. Something he used to do a lot as a kid. He would wake up in the middle of the night to find his quilt on the floor beside the bed and him sitting shivering in it. As he once again lay down in bed he thought about going downstairs to get a glass of water but sleep soon overcame him and he drifted off into more pleasant dreams.

Late afternoon the next day Sam was sitting together with his family at the dinner table, eating his mom´s famous pot roast. He had been distracted all day in school thinking about his weird dreams. "I didn't watch any horror movies", he thought "and Dean hasn't told me any of his stupid ghost stories, so why am I dreaming about this guy…"

"How was school Sammy?" his mother´s voice snapped him out of his daydreaming.

"It was fine, I aced my algebra test and my math teacher is thinking of putting me in advanced placement."

"That´s fantastic Sam!"she said encouragingly. John gave an approving nod and said "We are very proud of you son, we know you have been working very hard for this." Dean gave him a hard slap on Sam´s shoulder and said, "Way to go bro" talking with his mouth full of potatoes.

"Ew Dean, that's gross." was Sam´s only comment. The rest of the evening went on as usual and Sam found himself in the living room watching TV. He had already done his homework and wasn't paying much attention to what he was watching. He was about to get up to turn in for the night when Dean stepped into the room and crashed down on the couch. Dean frowned at him and had a smirk on his face.

"Dude, you were making some weird sounds last night" Dean said. Sam yawned and looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" Sam said.

"You were making all kinds of noises, you were definitely dreaming about someone." Dean answered smiling at Sam and raising his eyebrows twice suggestively.

Sam huffed in annoyance and retorted, "That´s gross Dean, why do you always have to be so immature?"

Dean looked down with faked hurt and sighed heavily before he looked back up at Sam and asked "Was it kinky?" He burst out laughing at himself and Sam decided this was a good time to through a pillow from the couch into Dean´s face and then leave before he could return the favor. But before he could walk out of the room, Dean said, "Seriously dude, did you have a nightmare or something?"

"Or something" Sam mumbled but didn't stop his strides until Dean said "What´s that?" Sam turned around to see if he was still teasing but Dean´s smirk had subsided and a small frown had taken place instead.

"Nothing, I guess I just had a nightmare, don't worry about it." Sam said. Dean started grinning again at that, "Worry? I wasn't worried, that's lame" he said unconvincingly, to which Sam just rolled his eyes and turned to make his way upstairs.

The man was running again, fast, he made his way through the dark but averted to the middle of the street since that was the only part of the road that was lit up. He was mumbling something under his breath. "Light is safe, light is safe". There was an upcoming intersection and the man, if even possible, sped up his run until he was in the middle of it. He stopped his sprint abruptly and looked to his right as his entire face suddenly lit up and a look of shock and absolute terror crossed over his face. A loud horn was heard from the truck that seconds later smashed into him.

Sam was vaguely aware of his own scream but it was the last thing on his mind as he bolted upright in bed, panting as he clutched the sheets. He was shaking a bit from the adrenaline that now pumped through his body and he could feel his heart racing in his chest. He sat a couple of seconds staring into the dark, trying to calm his breathing when Dean came crashing through his door, half yelling "Sammy?!"

Dean was only wearing his boxers and a shirt with the tag in the front, no doubt being thrown on just seconds before. Sam would have laughed at the way he looked, stumbling into the room almost tripping over Sam´s schoolbag, if it wasn't for the uncomfortable feeling he had. He hadn't felt like that' since he was eight years old when he and Dean would sit under the bed covers holding a flashlight, telling ghost stories in the middle of the night. He was feeling scared.

Next update: Will be 2/7.