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Dean had been having one of the best dreams in his life when he heard a glass shatter. He sat up, mumbling sleepily. "Sam."
When Sam didn't answer, Dean got worried. He pulled the covers off and jumped out of bed, he saw Sam leaning over the bathroom sink and ran over to him. "Sam?"
He saw the pained look on his face, his knuckles white from gripping the sink, he was having a vision. Nothing Dean could do but wait it out and hope Sam was ok.
Dean hated feeling so helpless, something seemed different about this vision, it seemed more intense then the others. Sam gave a horrified gasp, not of pain but fear. Dean had enough, he began to gently shake Sam. "Sammy, snap out of it."
Sam's eyes snapped out, panic on his green eyes. He backed away from Dean slowly, he had to get away from Dean as soon as possible, this was one vision he wouldn't allow to happen.
"Sam, what did you see?" It must have been real bad.
Sam was unsure of what to do, should he tell Dean what he had seen or should he get away now, before he did end up killing Dean.
"Sam, come on, what's wrong?" This was starting to scare Dean now, Sam never acted like this after a vision, something had scared the hell out of him. What had he seen?
Sam made his decision. He rubbed his head, wiping the sweat away. "A killer, murdering someone using telekinesis."
"Did you know who it was that was killed?" Dean couldn't shake the feeling that Sam was hiding something, it was the way Sam looked in his eyes.
"A young man, looked about your age Dean, we will look for them in the morning, let's go back to sleep." Sam could tell Dean wasn't buying it all, but thankfully he didn't ask any more questions. Dean went back to his bed and watched as Sam lay on his bed, looking up at ceiling like he had when he had been in the hospital.
Dean yawned and soon fell asleep, hoping that Sam would be more open in the later morning. When Sam heard Dean's snoring, he quietly got out of his bed, knowing Dean was a sound sleeper.
He began packing a few items, debating on whether he should take the journal with him. He finally decided against it, he would have his laptop, Dean needed the journal more then he did. He shoved his clothes and his laptop into his duffel and quietly opened the door. With one last look at Dean, he closed the door and disappeared into the night.
Dean woke up the next morning, feeling a slight headache from his drinking. At least he had gotten to finish that dream he had. "Yo Sammy, time to..."
He stopped when he saw that Sam's bed was empty. Maybe he went to get coffee? Dean got into the shower and took about half an hour, wondering what had really happened the night before. He expected to hear the door open any minute yelling about Dean being in the shower too long.
Dean got out of the shower, worried about where Sam was, Dean grabbed a shirt and noticed that the journal sat out on the table instead of in Sam's bag. Now that he noticed, a lot of Sam's stuff was missing, his clothes, his laptop, and his duffel.
"What the hell?" Dean was puzzled, why the hell would Sam take off without Dean, did it have something to do with the vision he had?
Whatever the reason, Dean was pissed off. Sammy, first I'm gonna come save your ass, then I'm gonna kick it. He grabbed his car keys and ran out the door. He had to find Sammy now.
Sam walked down the road, he had been walking for about four hours and was beginning to think that this was a bad idea. He was tempted to just turn around and go back, Dean would be furious at him, he knew that much. Then he remembered the evil look on his own face as he sent Dean flying through the air into the windshield, killing him. I can't allow that to happen!
Sam heard the roar of an engine and saw the Impala speeding towards him, his brother's face tight with anger. Oh shit.
Dean slammed the breaks, moving the car so it stopped in front of Sam. Dean jumped out of the car and walked over to Sam, trying to keep his irratation down. "What the hell Sam?"
Sam dropped his duffel and looked at Dean. "I don't need to hear it right now Dean, I had the worst vision possible and I don't need any crap from you right now."
"So that's what I get for coming all this way to get you, what could have happened that was so bad that you would bail on me?"
Sam glared at Dean, an anger deep inside came out, all the bitterness that he couldn't throw at his dad would instead be thrown at Dean. "You have no idea what I go through with these damn visions, having to watch people brutally murdered, you don't even have the kind of strength to deal with it."
Dean backed up a bit, this was the way Sam sounded when he fought with their father, he sounded so bitter. "No I don't know and from the sounds of it I don't want to know, but I am supposed to protect you, so just get in the car."
"I am so sick of you telling me what to do, you are exactly like dad, you think you can control me, well guess what Dean, he couldn't and neither can you." Sam could feel a pressure building up inside his head, rage coming out that had been pinned up for so long. He walked closer to Dean and suddenly punched Dean as hard as he could. "Raincheck."
Dean reeled from the punch, but didn't fall, Sam had caught him by surprise. His jaw hurt like a mother, Sam was really scaring him.
Sam didn't notice the gravel around him moving away from him, but Dean noticed. "Sammy, you need to just calm down, now can we talk about this."
There it was again, the gold flicker that Dean had seen before in Sam's eyes, it was only there briefly, but long enough that Dean knew what he saw.
Sam closed his eyes, his head pounding horribly, all the rage and bitterness inside him made his blood boil, now that it had been released, it was taking over. When he opened his eyes again, he felt different, more powerful.
Dean backed up, his eyes wide in shock, Sam's eyes were completely changed, gold feral eyes stared at Dean, filled with malice.