Part One
On the rise (Spoilers from S2)
As Sam and Dean drove past their old home, Sam had a vivid vision. He was running away from his brother. The vision was so quick so he didn't get a good view. He pinched his forehead as a head was coming on. A groan slipped through his lungs.
"You ok?" Dean asked with a woried expression on his face. Sam nodded his head that he was fine, and fell silent. He didn't want to bring up another nightmare he had. That would only make Dean more worried and Sam didn't want to start any arguments. Sam turn towards Dean and gave him a look of concern. He was worried about his new ability. He was worried of becoming something inhuman.
"Dean," He pauses to wonder about his brothers reaction to his thought. Dean looked at him.
"Do you think it's possible...I could.. become evil?" A smile crept onto the elder brothers lips, as a laugh sneaked out.
"Why do you say that? There's no way you'd turn to the dark side. Do you think they pull you in like 'Hey come to the darkside, we have cookies?'" More laughter comes out of his mouth as Sam hangs his head in embarrassment. 'Why do I even bring it up?' He continues to stare out the window.
They arrived at a hotel. Sam uses his real credit card, as he remembers his days in prison. 'Too bad that's out.' He thinks as the desk clerk gives him an odd stare. Dean just smiles as she gives them a key.
"You got one with two beds this time right?" Dean laughed as they went upstairs.
"Dean! I hate sleeping with you! It's like a nightmare!" Dean keeps silent as he unlocks their room, and Sam finds two beds in there.
"Happy?" He snickers. Sam just grumbles under his breath, as he tosses his bag on his bed. A knock on the door and a tall man comes in.
"Dad?" Sam and Dean say in unison.
"Hey." He hugs Dean, and just stares at Sam. He longs to hug his son, but is a little wary. He looks at him with fear in his eyes.
"Sam, you have to leave." He didn't tell a story, he just knew Sam had to leave. He felt it since the last time he saw him. Tears were fighting their way down John's cheeks. He didn't want his son to go, but he knew he had to. For the better. Or if not, all hell would break loose.