Chapter 2

AN: There will most likely be Dean and Sam Hurt in this chapter. I am not sure of the severity. And just so you know I may have only my S1 knowledge for a while. Real life has not been kind in the finance department. But I am learning more through TNT channel reruns. Thanks for your patience and understanding. Song lyrics are italicized and should be centered.

Dean was glad Sam was asleep in the seat beside him. He needed time to think, Sam had not been wrong. He was freaked out about something…but what the hell was it? Dean shook his head as he headed on down the road.

Sam knew something was very wrong the moment he opened his eyes. Dean had not woken him up to drive, and it was now evening. He looked around, but didn't see Dean anywhere. Where was his brother? Sam got out of the car, and immediately fell to his knees as a powerful vision hit him. He squinted and pressed his palms to each side of his head to stop the pain.

Dean's in trouble, was the last thought Sam had before he passed out.

He had no idea of the passage of time when he opened his eyes. At least his headache was gone, for that, Sam was grateful. He stood up, slowly and surveyed the area. He was still beside the car. Dean was still gone. Sam had no idea where he was, and it was getting dark. The whole area looked deserted, just a long, lonely road. There were no buildings in sight.

Sam moved around to the trunk of the car. He opened the lid and retrieved what he needed. He grabbed John's journal from the back seat. He then, realizing his back pack was in the backseat, shoved everything in it. He closed the lid and deserted the car. He began to walk down the dark desert highway. Dean seemed close, too close to drive. The cool wind was strong, making his wrap his coat around his body. He kept having to duck his head, to keep the dust from blowing into his eyes.

Sam stopped for just a moment, he heard a sound. It was the crunch of gravel and footsteps. Someone or something was coming towards him. He looked up.

"Sam! Man!" Dean called out. "Let's roll, let's get out of here!"

Sam looked at his brother, and even in the dim light of day he could see…feel that something wasn't right.

"What…what happened? Where have you been? What's going on?" Sam asked, firing questions at his brother.

Dean ignored Sam as he climbed into the car. Sam got in beside him. He put his hands to his head again. Sam groaned in pain as another vision struck him.

"Dean…something's…wrong." Sam said through clinched teeth. "What…?"

The vision was more vivid this time. Dean was in a long hall, doors on each side. But the doors were morphing, changing shape. It was like looking a fun house mirror. The motion was making Sam sick. He seemed to be seeing the doors through his brother's eyes. Dean kept turning his head from side to side, as of searching for someone or something. Sam was seeing short doors, tall doors, wide doors, skinny doors, and wavy doors. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to hold back the nausea.

"What the hell…?" Sam asked when his nausea finally subsided.

Dean was quiet, too quiet. He had started the car, but had not spoken. He started to hum, then to sing:

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air,

Dean looked at his brother. Sam's mouth opened in terror. Dean's eyes were missing, replaced by a dark black depth.

The thing inside Dean smiled.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light,

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

Sam shrunk against the car door as he rifled through his bag for his bottle of holy water. He opened the bottle and flung its contents at his brother. Sam then began to chant. Dean's clothing and skin burned and smoked where the water hit him. The thing growled at Sam, and the words made it even angrier. The thing jerked the steering wheel. The car left the road, traveling about 15 feet before it plowed into a tree. Sam was slammed against the dash, and his head hit the windshield. He was then thrown back against the seat by the impact. He was unconscious, and his face was a mask of blood. Dean was trapped in the car, pinned by the steering wheel. His face was bloody and his ribs were broken. He was also bleeding internally. The pain was excruciating. But, amazingly, he was conscious for a moment after the impact. He felt like something was, 'letting him go.'

Dean looked at his brother, unconscious on the seat beside him. He didn't know how they had wrecked. He had no idea how they got there. But it had to be his fault. He had no real memory of what had happened to them. After the restaurant, all was a blank.

"…sorry…Sam." Dean managed to say before he passed out.

Dean's body slumped forward as a black mist rose from his body, out the roof the car, and into the night.

TBC