Why Me? Why Us? Chpt 2.

By: sifi

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The face flickered into and out of focus for several heartbeats before the world stabilized and seemed to solidify. Once again he was trapped, stuck inside a moment yet to come, one he might or might not be able to prevent. His heart thundered vibrating his whole body as fear flooded his system. It wasn't fear of the visions, they just made his head feel like it was going to split apart like a rotten melon. It wasn't fear of what was coming. What scared Sam to his very core, what he was most afraid of was that he wouldn't be able to stop it, whatever it was.

Mike Turner's face grinned wide, he held out his arm, reaching toward someone or something just beyond Sam's field of vision. At the moment he looked nothing like the haggard angry man they'd come across earlier in the day, though his eyes retained that sunken haunted look not too different from the one Max Miller had.

A stutter in his heartbeat brought a tingle of fear as something happened to the man's eyes, leaving them black, like the co-pilot on that United Britania flight, the one that taunted him about Jess.

A woman's scream rang out

'No,' Sam thought. His eyes snapped around the place. There was a fireplace, the mantle full of pictures. All around him the place was like a snapshot out of Better Homes and Gardens. 'What's going on?' A high pitched grunt brought his head around, the sight before him a horror.

Against the wall, pinned several feet above the floor was a cute little brown haired woman in a white knee length nightgown, her face wrenched in pain, tears streaming down through her confusion.

"No... please Michael... how are you doing this? Help me please..." she cried just before a line along her face split wide bringing another scream.

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"Stop!" Sam called through his unconsciousness, snapping Dean's attention back to him.

"Sam?" he leaned over his brother, "Come on Sammy talk t'me!" his hand swept his face, "come on little brother, give me something here."

Darkness pressed in on the car. Parked deep in a recess shadowed by huge trees Dean sat on the door frame of the back seat, the dome light shone on John's journal as he flipped through it, searching for anything his father might have known about psychics or psychic phenomenon. There's gotta be something here... gotta be! C'mon dad, tell me you knew something! He shook his head as another groan slid from his little brother. Why Sam? Why us? What the hell did we ever do to deserve this huh? Why did OUR mom have to die? Alright, not that she was the only one but... why her? Why us?

"Don't let me down here Sammy."

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Sam tore his eyes off the woman, something on the mantle drawing his gaze. A framed picture of this woman and Turner with a skyline he'd seen more than just a few times before. He knew the Chicago skyline.

"Pleeeeeaasse!" she screamed as movement caught Sam's attention. Turner's hand was still raised, he was still somehow psychically pinning her to the wall, but with a flick of his finger something moved and another rend appeared in the woman's skin, a streak of blood shot out into the room as something vital was severed.

"Stop! Don't!" Sam called watching her blood drip in heavy floes onto the floor.

"That should do it." Turner grinned as the woman's head fell forward, her chin resting on her chest, her consciousness gone, and with it maybe even her life. Sam couldn't be sure.

"No..." he breathed then felt a cold shiver as Turner's eyes crossed the room to stare directly into his.

"Come and get me, if you can."

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"Nnnno!" Sam barked pitching upright in the seat, startling his big brother off the door frame.

"Sam? Sam... what happened? What'd you see?" he asked while the younger man pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, trying to drive away the horrible burning sensation between his eyes.

"He wants to be caught. It's Turner." He gasped fighting back the urge to hurl.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked, his brows furrowing deeply, it didn't sound right.

"He dared me to come for him. He was killing his wife the way mom was killed, the way Jess was killed."

"He's the yellow eyed demon?!" Dean barked almost excited.

"No, black eyes, like the co-pilot."

"Was there a fire?"

"Nuh uh." Sam shook his head, "God Dean I'm gonna puke." He leaned forward trying to push past the older man.

"Breathe through your mouth." He instructed handing over a plastic bag from a local quick mart, "Where is he?"

"Chicago, they live there."

"Bastard said they lived in Milwaukee! Friggin' liar." Dean grumbled shoving Sam toward the middle of the car and shutting the back door.

In minutes they were on the road heading south toward the Windy City.

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Tbc.

Still hoping to hear anything.

Thanks.

sifi