Aw thanks guys for the awesome reviews!! I get a little nervous about this one (a writer too critical of her own work? no!), since it's my first and all, but all of my stories are linked so I couldn't post those without posting this one. I'll try to update daily since this one is already completed, but I'm not making promises haha.

Also, it has dawned on me (this was written before they really got into the visions being demon related) that there are visions and no demon. Like I said wink wink my stories don't play nice with the show haha.

So last time, things were slow as the boys were figuring things out. Sam was being kicked out of the library as Dean was finishing up chatting up a local teen.

"So the prison could be haunted by hundreds of spirits?" Sam was on the laptop again after hearing Dean's recount of the riot. Sure enough his search was revealing hundreds of hits about the riot. Old black and white photos of the prison post-riot swarmed one of the pages, giving him a grisly view of what his imagination hadn't already come up with.

"Yeah, so we'd better get started."

"Dean, we're talking about hundreds of pissed off spirits here. This isn't our normal gig. We're going to have to plan."

"Yeah, yeah. Meanwhile we won't have to worry about the kids putting on that play." Since one of the main actresses had felt threatened she refused to go back. The show was being put on hold, it had made the front page of the small newspaper.

"So, make a plan today and scout tonight?" Sam's eyes never left the screen.

"Yep." Was Dean's reply as he began to gather the weapons. They were going to need a whole hell of a lot of rock salt.

It had been easy sneaking into the prison. The boys suspected that the town didn't see its fair share of crimes, so security was a little more lax. The prison looked much more menacing at night Dean noticed, regardless of the spotlights illuminating it.

"Well, might as well hit the biggest building first," he muttered. Straight ahead was a long white building, its windows barred. "The cells…" the brother's said in unison.

Walking in, Sam was hit with a sudden sense of déjà vu. It was his vision, in real time. This time, Dean wasn't talking about how simple it was going to be, he was silent. Hearing a clanking from up ahead, the boys continued their slow deliberate walk past the cells, Sam's senses were in overdrive, every nerve alert. Holding the rock-salt filled guns in front of them, they swept the area with their flashlights. Turning the corner, they heard the shrill scream from Sam's vision.

"What the…" Dean grabbed Sam's arm just as a shock of electricity sent them both into unconsciousness.

"Oh my God, you killed them! What'd you do, set that thing on high?!" was the terrified cry that pierced the air.

"Well, yeah," came the reply.

"Dean? Oh my God, Dean, wake up!" the voice continued. Groaning, Dean opened his eyes. Jessica was staring down at him.

"Sam?!" Dean sat up with a jerk, his eyes searching the darkness for his brother. A girl was huddled over the inert form laying next to him. "Sam!" he yelled. Reaching over he poked the younger brother's shoulder, then began to shake him. There was no response.

"What the hell happened?!" Dean demanded, turning his gaze to Jessica.

"Well…we sort of…you see…you scared the crap out of us!" she choked out. "And…Rachel here…well…she shot Sam…" Dean began to panic and rolled Sam over on his back, in search of blood. What he found was two prongs sticking out of Sam's chest, and Dean pulled them off with disgust. Following the wires, he found a stun gun laying a few feet away. "You grabbed Sam at the last minute and I guess you both got shocked…" Jessica was finishing.

"For crying out loud! Sam? Come on Sammy, time to wake up," Dean shook Sam again.

"Five more minutes," came a weak reply. Dean sighed with relief as he watched Sam open his eyes.

"Dude, you ok?" Dean asked as he pulled the half awake giant to his feet.

"A little nauseous and sore all over, what happened?"

A chilling laugh echoed through the empty cells, startled them all. "I'll explain later," Dean said as he began ushering everyone outside. Seeing Sam stumble he reached over to steady him.

Ten minutes later they were all seated in the diner across the street. It was almost 2 in the morning, but Jessica insisted they recover there for a moment. Sam was nursing his head and sipping from a cup of water. Dean's worried eyes never left him; he had suffered a hell of a shock. Dean felt almost no side effects, which meant his brother had taken the brunt of the shock.

"So, we got to talking about the prison after you left this morning, and we decided to go visit tonight. I really don't know what compelled us to go," Jessica started.

"Yeah, well you almost killed us," Dean bit back. "What were you thinking bringing a stun gun?"

"Well, it was for protection. We know about the angry spirits."

"And you think a stun gun is going to help? Scratch that, what the hell made you go in there in the first place? Don't give me that 'I don't know' crap."

"Well, a beebee gun wouldn't have done us much good. So we figured electricity was the next best thing. Besides, it's the only kind of weapon we could get our hands on. And we couldn't believe the stories, I mean come on, killer ghosts? But what were you doing there? A little late for a tour," Jessica's voice rose as she jumped into defense mode. She hadn't liked the look in Dean's eyes when he'd awoken, and she didn't like the look there now. But she'd be damned if she was going to get cussed out.

Sam moaned quietly and lowered his head, silently willing everyone to stop yelling and to give his pounding head a break.

"I think we should go," Dean said, gently pulling Sam up as he stood. Sam sagged against him slightly before he was able to maintain his balance, staying silent.

"Let us know if we can help," the girls replied. Nodding, Dean led Sam out the door.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, causing Sam to squint. The worst of his headache was gone and his chest had stopped aching.

"Morning sunshine," Dean greeted him, stepping out of a steam filled bathroom.

"Morning. What time is it?" Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Almost 8. How ya feelin'?"

"Like crap, but a lot better than last night. Did you get any sleep? You look worse than I feel," Sam said, noticing how exhausted Dean looked.

"Yeah, just woke up," he lied. The truth was he had watched Sam like a hawk the whole night, unable to sleep if he had wanted to. He remembered what a shock from a stun gun had done to his heart, and he had watched almost every breath Sam had taken in the past 6 hours.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower. New plan?"

"New plan."

The water had just turned on in the bathroom when the first sliver of pain hit behind his eyes. Suddenly, the pain intensified, blocking everything else out. He gasped and clutched at his head. His vision swam, and he was no longer in the motel room…

Flash
He was running through the prison, his chest ached from the strain of his breathing, someone was running along side him. Turning, he saw his brother. He was saying something, but he couldn't hear him over the roaring in his ears. He kept running until suddenly his body was thrown forward, he had tripped on something. Looking to where his brother had been, he found nothing but empty air. Turning, he looked at what he had tripped on. His brother's lifeless eyes stared back.
Flash

"Damnit! Ow ow ow ow…" Dean said over and over as he waited for the pain in his head to dissipate. What the hell had that been? He knew he was tired but jeez...

"Dean? Dean!" Sam came running over to him, shaking water droplets everywhere.

"Oh shit that hurt!"

"Dean? What hurt? What happened?"

"I think it was a vision," he replied, more to himself than Sam.

"Wait, a what?!" Sam couldn't believe his ears. It was his job to have the head splitting visions. What the hell was going on?

"I saw…" Suddenly Sam's lifeless eyes flashed once again in his head, making his already knotted stomach flip. Running to the bathroom, he emptied what little contents his stomach carried into the toilet.

"Dean?" Sam came running in behind him.

"I'm fine," Dean grunted as he wiped his mouth. "I just have a bad headache now."

"What'd you see?" Sam gently prodded as they both made their way back to the bedroom. "And how are you having visions now?! Dean, what the hell is going on? I mean, something is seriously wrong-"

"Dude, slow down, one panic attack from you at a time."

"Well, what'd you see?"

"I…don't really remember," Dean lied.

"That's bull. We've played this game before, I know how this works, remember? Now what'd you see?"

"I don't even know if it was a vision! I mean, hell, that's your job."

"Well, it sure sounds like a vision."

"Damnit Sam, drop it!" Dean was visibly shaken, so for the time being Sam backed off. "Let's just go get some breakfast."

Duh duh dah!! Alright, I promise its going to start picking up from here. However are the boys going to handle this one? giggle