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This fic is set a few months after Home (ep. 8) so Sammy's only had one vision so far.

Warnings: Swearing (probably a lot.), and possible gross images. (well…not really)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural (unfortunately) or anything else in here you recognize. I do, however, own the plot and this paperclip.

Chapter 2

Dean gave a relieved sigh when he saw the service station through the snow. Finally. Glancing over at Sam, whose head was lolled to the side, he pulled up beside the gas pump and got out.

As he stood there filling the tank in the freezing cold, Dean's thoughts drifted to Sam. Something was happening to him. No. He's fine. Weird things always happen to us.

But predictions? Visions?

Dean watched as Sam muttered something in his sleep androll away from him.

What's going on, little brother?

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Save me...

Sam jerked awake, his hands flying to his neck and legs. Satisfied that he wasn't frozen to the seat, he closed his eyes and sat back, breathing heavily. This has got to stop.

He took a few more calming breaths and opened his eyes, glancing at the empty driver's seat. He felt a jolt of panic and sat up.

"Dean?" Looking out the window and squinting through the snowfall, he saw his brother in the variety store, paying for the gas. As if he knew Sam was looking, Dean turned and waved a bag of M & M's at him, grinning madly.

"Moron." Snorted Sam as the sides of his mouth twitched. He sat back as Dean walked out of the store, pulling his coat closer to him.

The Impala's door creaked open and Dean sat down, rubbing his hands together. "Damn, it's cold out."

"Welcome back, Willy Wonka."

"Hey, you can't go anywhere without the necessities, Sammy." Grinned Dean, ripping open the bag.

"It's Sam." Came the automatic reply. "How long until we reach Garret?"

"'Bout twenty minutes, with me driving that is. But you, I'd say about an hour." Dean popped some M & M's into his mouth. "And there ain't no way I'm letting you drive my baby."

Rolling his eyes, Sam slid down into his seat, wrapping his arms around him. "Just drive, please."

Dean raised an eyebrow and started the car. "Someone's in a pissy mood. Too cold for you, Goldilocks?"

When Sam didn't answer, Dean gave him one last look, turned up his music, and floored it out of the gas station.

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"Sam. Wake up."

Not even bothering to open his eyes, Sam mumbled out a, "What?"

When he didn't get a response, he sighed and sat up. "Dean, what-" He stopped when he saw his brother staring intently out his window. Taking off his seatbelt, Sam leaned past Dean. "What's going on?"

"I have no idea. Man, we're only an hour inside Garret and something's already happened."

They were stopped on the side of the road, a forest running down both sides as far as the eye could see. Ambulances and police cars crowded up one side of the road, while groups of onlookers were standing on the other, wondering what happened.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other and got out of the car. Slamming the door behind him, Dean walked over to one of the observers. "Hey, there. What's going on? Someone get eaten by a bear or something?" His grin faded when the guy gave him a flat look.

Dean glanced at Sam with his eyebrows raised and a 'you can take it from here' look. Mentally sighing at his brother's lack of subtly, Sam stepped in.

"Sir, what's happening? Has there been an accident or..." he trailed off as he got another nudge from Dean and looked over into the woods.

The paramedics were bringing out a stretcher with a black body bag on it. Many people crowded up near the front to get a better view. Dean cursed as his view of the scene became blocked and started pushing his way up when he noticed a police officer.

"Officer!"

The policeman turned toward him. "Do you have information you want to contribute, son?"

"No, Sir. I was actually hoping you could tell me what happened." Dean said, smiling widely. Sammy always said to be nice to the cops. The policeman studied him for a minute.

"This is no laughing matter, young man."

Dean cleared his throat and wiped the smile off his face. "No, Sir. You're absolutely right. Zero humor, Sir."

"Don't give me your sass, boy!"

Dean sighed and passed a hand over his face. I just can't win with cops.

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After his brother ambled over to talk to an officer, Sam wandered back to the car and sat on the hood.

This could be just a coincidence. It was only a regular nightmare I had. This doesn't prove anything. But deep down, Sam knew something was happening.

He looked over at Dean and smiled slightly. He looked like he was having problems with the policeman. Talking to cops is like pulling teeth.

In Dean's case, their father was right.

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"Thanks for your time, officer."

Dean crossed the street and headed for the car. "It only took 15 years." He muttered. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked up to Sam and sat down beside him. "Well, it took a while, and a shit load of patience, but I got the goods on what happened."

Sam looked over. "Well? Does it sound like our kind of thing?"

Dean shrugged. "Possibly. Apparently, a guy named Josh Acton went skiing with his friends, got lost, and was finally found a couple miles in near some cave. Frozen to death."

"So? It's winter, what do you expect?" Rubbing his hands together, he stared at Dean expectantly. "Even I'm freezing my ass off here. A lost skier's no different."

"No way, dude. I caught a glimpse of the body when they were zipping up the bag. I'm not talking 'Oh, it's a little nippy, I think I'll get frostbite and die' frozen. I'm talking 'Holy shit, I've turned into a human popsicle and can't move' frozen."

Dean paused and glanced at Sam. "You could see the layer of ice on him. It was like he was cut out of a block or something."

Sam stared at his gloved hands, thinking. "How old was he? A young kid?"

Dean frowned. "No. I think he was in his thirties or something. Why would you think he was a kid?"

Sliding off the hood, Sam shook his head. "No reason. Let's go find a motel so I can see if I can dig up anything."

As they slid into the warm car, Dean said casually, "So Sammy, anything you want to talk about?"

Sam looked over at him in surprise as he shut the door. "Wait. You want to talk? You, Dean, want to talk about feelings?"

"Whoa there, tiger. I didn't say anything about feelings." Said Dean quickly with an alarmed look on his face. "I don't-"

"-Do chick flick moments. I know."

"I'm just saying. You've been acting a bit weird lately. Weirder then your normal freak self I mean." Dean pulled off the side of the road and continued down the stretch of miles in between them and their motel.

"Gee Dean. You really know how to boost a guy's ego." When Sam didn't get a response, he sighed and looked over at his brother. "Look man, I'm fine okay? It's just been a rough couple of weeks, that's all. Going back home kinda shook me a bit I guess."

Dean nodded, though not really satisfied with the answer. "Well, when we find a motel, you're going to sit your ass in the bed and sleep. You look like shit, kid."

Sam chuckled and sat back. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

You wear your emotions on your sleeve, Sammy.

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Dean tossed his bag on the motel bed. "It's like Déjà Vu. Except this place has a heater."

Sam grinned and tossed his stuff beside his bed. "Yeah, except this time, guess who's having the shower first?"

"Not you if that's what you're thinking." Said Dean as he pulled out his towel. "I'm-" He stopped and looked up at the empty room. He heard the water switch on and Sam's laughter from the bathroom. "Not, apparently."

Smiling, Dean hauled out Sam's laptop and hooked it up.

Time to do some searching.

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A/N: Okay! So hopefully the story is picking up a bit now! Next chapter should be out in a few days.

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