Nothing to say here, but the obvious...that I own the mistakes, nothing else.

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CHAPTER 2:

"Sam?!"

He got out of the car, quickly unglu'ing his ass from the seat. His feet hit the hot asphalt, and he swore that if he hadn't had his boots on, his feet would have burned.

He ran around the car, his right hand gazed the hot black hood, shit it burned, "Son of a bitch!" and he had to raise his hand to look if it had left any burns.

Nope, nothing.

He would have taken the time to curse the weather, the heat and the sun if there hadn't been something more important on his mind.

"Sam!"

He ran straight into the corn field, long beams of stem grazing his arms. Running among them, he felt like one of those people from 'Children of the corn'.

Crap, please don't let this turn into that.

"Sam!!"

Louder this time, trying to sound out every other sound. The birds were wreaking havoc, his feet hit the dry earth with each step, making loud crackling noises that turned his brain into mush.

"Sammy!!"

He used the name with a hint of hope that it would piss Sam off and he would come out of the damn corn.

A few birds flew out of the field, whistling and fluffing their wings.

Dean was pretty sure this was the same way he saw Sam take. It wasn't hard to follow a path the farmer must've made for easier access, but the damn plants were hitting him right on his head.

"Sammy!!" Another try.

"Aw, shit that one hurt," he mumbled to himself when one big corn hit him on the head.

"Sam, where are you?!"

He thought his heart would leap out of his chest, the way it was pounding. Even that would hurt less than the way he was feeling right now.

"Sam answer me, dammit!"

Another stalk of corn pushed aside, the dirt still making cracking noises beneath his feet, the heat becoming unbearable 'why is it so frigging hot here' and a breath.

He could barely hear it, but it was there. Right there on his left. He made a quick turn almost falling on his ass, his left hand touching the ground to prevent him falling, his fingers digging themselves in the dry dirt…and he ran.

After pushing his way through two rows of the corn, his eyes met his brothers' form.

Holding his arms near his body, T-shirt drenched in sweat, his jeans bloody. His head down, hair plastered to his forehead, obscuring his eyes, the sun shining on his back, slouched down…hurt.

The sight of his brother, made Dean stop on his track.

"Sammy?"

He slowly stepped closer, making sure not to startle Sam, he was scared shitless as it was.

"Dean?!"

"Hey, Sam, hey. Wha…what happened? You O.K.?"

His hand went to Sam's shoulder, hoping he would look up, but it didn't work. Sam's gaze was still fixed on something on the floor.

Dean bowed his head lower, and looked straight into Sam's shadowy eyes.

"Sam. Look at me."

The stern voice gave Sam some guidance, because all he knew right now was that he was completely lost.

Hands on both sides of his head raised his look to Dean's searching eyes. Worried, scared, panicked eyes.

"Dean?"

"'S O.K., Sammy. What happened?"

"I don't know…I, ah…"

When Dean was sure Sam's head would stay up, he ran his hands down Sam's checking for injures. He had to find the source of the blood on Sam's jeans.

"Sam, where are you hurt?"

His voice showed nothing but deep concentration.

"My hand."

"Show me."

Sam had his right hand pressed tightly to his stomach, T-shirt soaked in blood.

When Dean reached for his hands, Sam flinched.

"Come on Sam, just let me look, man."

Dean could see Sam thinking about the demand, but he soon had his hand in his own.

"What happened?"

His eyes widened on the site of Sam's right wrist. It was cut, not deep enough to require stitches, but deep enough to bleed.

"I, ah, I had a vision and…"

"You had a vision?"

"Yeah."

Sam winced when Dean inspected the cut more thoroughly.

"Did…" a pause: "...you cut it?"

He had to ask, had to know.

"What? No, no, I had a vision and it just appeared."

He stared at the cut. He could almost hear the skin sizzling in the scorching sun.

"How's your head?"

"Fine, 's fine."

Liar.

"O.K., come on, let's get you to the car and we'll talk."

Sam pushed his hand back to his stomach, the shirt already bloody, the smell of copper filling the air, blood drying in the afternoon heat.

He was confused and scared and his head was killing him. It took him the whole walk to the car to get his bearings. Stumbling, barely keeping himself from falling and with Dean close behind so he could keep an eye on him, he made it to the car.

Dean opened the passenger door, pushed Sam into the seat and went to the trunk to get the first aid.

He was left there, feet flat on the dirt, feeling his blood flow, the heat causing him to sweat and shift on the hot seat.

The heat of the afternoon sun was driving them crazy, it wasn't normal, but they both knew that it would simmer down soon, to bearable evening warmth.

Dean found the kit and was crouching in front of Sam, before he even really noticed Deans absence.

He winced when Dean took his hand.

The hot air brushing over the cut brought a new kind of sting, a slight distraction from the original.

He winced once more when Dean started to clean the cut.

"Yeah, I know. I'll patch you up in no time."

The winces and sharp intakes of breath from Sam made Dean worry. It wasn't like Sam to do that. To be such a baby.

"Sam, I uh, have to take your bracelet down."

"What? Why?"

A look of confusion and fear made its way to his face. No way to hide it.

"Well, I can't wrap the bandage with the bracelet on. It'll go into the cut, and when I'll tie the bandage it'll cut into your skin."

The thoughts that were evidently running all over Sam's face confused Dean. It was just a bracelet.

"Sam?"

He had to call out to his brother, because his eyes just left the perimeter. And that call of his name brought a feeling to his face, one that Dean knew…trust.

"Yeah, yeah, O.K. Just make sure I can put it back on later."

"Sure."

He cut it and placed it in the pocket of his jeans.

After seconds of silence that to both of them dragged like hours, Dean had to know. He had to make Sam talk. It wasn't like him not to talk about it.

"So, your vision. What was it about?"

"Huh?" Still not quite here.

"The vision Sam, what was it about?"

TBC