A/N: Chapter two as requested. This chapter is not as good as the last (IMO) but I hope you all like it. Yet another cliffie to hold you over until I get the third chapter written down. I had an idea of where this story was going, but as I wrote the end of this chapter, that all changed. Now I am going down a different road. I just hope it works out in the end.

Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to the amazing Kripke. All other characters are products of my twisted mine. By the way I forgot to thank historylover for giving me the title to this little gem. It would have taken me forever to come up with one without the 'title guru', hehe. Also she had me edit a bit of the first chapter, which was much needed. So again, thank to her.

Sam had awoken the next morning to find his brother lying half naked on the floor, water pooled around him. Dean now sat on his bed shaking his head, unable to comprehend what had taken place the night before.

"I just don't get it Sam. I mean, I was trying to brush my teeth and the next thing I know I was able to see things that just couldn't be there."

Sam bit at his nails. Dean had told him everything shortly after he found him, and it was bizarre to say the least. In their line of work they could usually figure this out, but when it happened to one of their own, it was never that simple.

"Do you know what it was that did this to you? Or who?"

Dean shook his head.

"No. The only thing I know is that whatever it was was damned strong to yank my ass into that tub. Like I told you, I smelled something rotten, like something had died. Then within a matter of 30 seconds tops, I was under water."

Sam took a deep breath. Something weird was going on here. At least now he knew what had happened at the hospital. Sam stood and began to pace, his mind racing. How could they fight something that only his brother could see, and what did it want? Sam continued to pace when Dean grabbed his arm.

"Sam stop that before you wear out what's left of the carpet."

He did as he was told, but suddenly realized what Dean had just said. He waved a hand in front of Dean's face. Dean pulled back, smacking at his hand.

"You can see?"

Dean shook his head.

"I can't see everything, just blobs. Dude, you should see how you look. You know, sort of like one of those funhouse mirrors, all distorted and everything."

Sam raised an eyebrow, but ignored the comment.

"How long have you been able to see like this?"

Dean thought about it for a moment.

"I guess since you found me. It was slight at first and all I saw were dark blurs. I couldn't discern much of anything."

Sam moved to his bedside table and grabbed his cell. Dean could not quite see what Sam was doing, but he could hear that Sam was calling someone. He stumbled over to his brother.

"Who are you calling?"

Sam looked up at him. He put up what Dean assumed was a finger.

"Yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Steele. Yes, for Dean Richards please. Whenever would be the soonest. Apparently my brother's sight is returning sooner than Dr. Steele had thought it would, and I think he should have a look at him if that'd be possible. Tomorrow morning at ten? That'd be great. Thank you."

Sam hung up the phone. Even though Dean could not see Sam all that well, he was clearly glaring at him.

"Why the hell did you do that? I am not about to go back to that hospital. Not until I absolutely have to."

Sam closed his eyes. His brother was being as stubborn as usual. Although after what happened he had every right to be.

"Dean, listen. Your sight is starting to come back. Can we at least get you checked out, just in case?"

Dean shrugged.

"Okay, whatever. But if we go I get to drive, or no deal."

Sam's brow creased.

"Um, no dice Dean. I value the body that God gave me. So let's not and say we did, shall we?"

The look on Dean's face reminded Sam of an angry two year old. He tried not to smile at the thought of Dean throwing a temper tantrum.

"You really are a downer aren't you?"

Sam chuckled.

"I guess, and you're still not driving the car."

Dean flopped down on his bed a smile on his own face.

"Bitch."

Sam could not control his laughter anymore.

"Jerk."

XXXX

Sam and Dean sat in the small examination room, waiting for Dr. Steele to see them. It was almost 11:30 and Dean's legs were beginning to go numb from hanging off the exam table. Everything around him looked spooky and ghostlike. The scale in the back corner looked as if it were melting into a pool of liquid metal. Either that or Dean had seen T2 one too many times.

To his right the blood pressure gauge looked like a snake ready to strike. Dean took a deep breath and hoped he was just seeing things again. Sam noticed how anxious he looked and touched his arm, causing him to jump.

"You okay Dean? I mean you don't look too good. You didn't see anything did you?"

Dean shook his head, nodded it and then shook it again.

"I don't know. My perception is altered to such a degree that I don't have a clue what's real and what isn't."

Sam frowned. He was about to say something when Dr. Steele walked in.

"So, I hear that your sight has improved. Let's test that shall we."

Dr. Steele removed the coverings on Dean's eyes, which made his vision improve slightly.

"Okay, I am going to hold up a few fingers, you tell me if you can see how many."

Dr. Steele held up three fingers. Dean squinted hard. He could see something, though he wasn't sure if he could call them fingers. But as he continued to squint he was able to make out three of them.

"Three?"

Dr. Steele nodded.

"Okay, let's try another. How about this?"

Dean squinted again and this time he was able to see them a bit easier.

"Two."

Dr. Steele nodded again.

"Very good. One more and then I'll do a check of your eyes, see how we got here."

This time Dr. Steele did a thumbs up, just to see if he could throw Dean off. Dean squinted once and then made a face.

"Okay, if you're gonna cheat I suggest you do better than giving me a thumbs up Doc."

Sam snorted.

"I guess it's easy enough to assume you can see."

Dr. Steele slipped his penlight out of his jacket pocket.

"Now I want you to follow the light with your eyes but don't move your head."

As he shined it in Dean's eyes, a sharp pain shot through his head causing his eyes to shut tight.

"Are you okay Mr. Richards?"

Dean gripped his forehead as the pain subsided. He shook it off and then looked back up at the doctor.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. It just felt like something misfired in my head."

Doctor Steele looked into Dean's eyes. They were still red and irritated, but from this view he couldn't see anything that would give warrant to what had just happened. He took another shot at the penlight.

As Dean followed the light, he saw a jagged shadow filter in and out of the room. It then disappeared around the exam room door. A second later Dean heard a very low moan which quickly turned into an ear splitting scream. Dean blinked hard.

"Looks like your corneas are healing rapidly. I knew you would be able to see some form of shapes or shadows, but even this is more than I could have imagined. How would you explain this?"

Dean looked at his brother, who merely shrugged.

"I just heal fast I guess. It must run in the family or something."

Dr. Steele caught the look exchanged between the brothers, but nodded just the same.

"Well, I will need to run a few more tests. You will most likely have to keep wearing the eye patches for a few more days just to be on the safe side. There are a few tests I can run today, but some of them I need you to come back tomorrow for. Do you think you can swing that?"

Dean nodded.

"Yeah, I mean I am not the biggest fan of hospitals by any stretch of the imagination, but if I want my sight back, I have no choice. Right Doc?"

Dr. Steele returned the nod.

XXXX

Dean had been given the usual tests: Distance, peripheral and the like. He was only able to discern decent details up to 6 inches away, but Dr. Steele was impressed none the less. His peripheral was just as good, if not better. He was able to catch shadows and shapes that even Sam and the doctor couldn't. Dr. Steele joked that Dean's vision was going to be better than his at this rate.

He was now sitting on his bed, flipping through channels on the TV. He was squinting which only helped in giving him a headache.

"Why torture yourself Dean? Wait until your vision is back, and then watch TV."

Dean waved him off.

"Hey, what better way to watch American Psycho? You think that film screws with your mind when you can actually see it, imagine what it looks like through my eyes Sam."

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote. He turned the TV off just as Christian Bale began to dance around his apartment in a raincoat wielding an ax. Dean protested.

"Dude that was the best part, I think. Turn it back on."

Sam sat down next to Dean.

"Enough about the TV Dean. We need to talk about what happened at the hospital today."

Dean grabbed for the remote, but Sam wouldn't let him have it.

"Damn it Sam, you're beginning to sound like a parrot. 'What happened, what happened?' Get off it. I told you what happened before in the bathroom. Don't I get to have any secrets? You do."

Sam tossed the remote onto his bed. He breathed out through his nose.

"Okay, that was uncalled for. And no, you don't, not now. What's happening to you upsets me, and I need to know everything that's going on. Is that too much to ask?"

Dean lowered his head. He never did apologize to Sam for their original fight, and now here he was rehashing it for no good reason. He was just upset over the fact that he couldn't do a damn thing to stop whatever it was from happening again. Now he knew what Sam felt like whenever he had visions.

"Look, I'm sorry. You do have a right to be upset. Here I am treating you like the bad guy, and what for? Cause I'm upset about something else entirely? That's not a very good reason. You should know what's going on."

Dean stood, rubbing his temples. The 'vision' he had in the exam room was so fast. He wouldn't have been sure he witnessed anything at all if he hadn't of heard that scream.

"While Dr. Steele was waving that light in my eyes, I saw something, or thought I did it was so fast. There was a shadow that seemed to drift in and out of the room like something out of the Grudge or whatever. After it vanished I heard this intense scream and then nothing."

Sam began to worry. No strike that, he was well past worrying. He had stumbled into total anxiety territory. He had suddenly slipped into the big brother role, and it felt awkward to say the least. Dean meant the world to him, and to see him in this position scared the shit out of him. Sam wanted to help, but was incapable of doing so. He only hoped that all of this would end soon, and that things would go back to normal, or at least their version of normal.

XXXX

"Dude, what did I tell you about that whiny Emo crap? Turn it off."

Dean had another appointment with Dr. Steele in an hour, and even though his sight was getting better, Sam still insisted on driving. Yellow Card drifted through the stereo, making Dean almost nauseas. Sam ignored his brother and let the music play. Dean grunted and reached for the knob. Sam wacked at his hand.

"Leave it will ya? A little Alternative music is not going to kill you."

Dean glared at Sam.

"Oh no, but it just might kill you."

He swatted back at Sam, and grabbed for the dial again. Sam rolled his eyes, knocking Dean's hand away again. They fought for a minute when something else caught Dean's eye.

A figure stood in the middle of the road, unmoving. Dean forgot about the radio and yanked the steering wheel to the left. Sam yelped and slammed down hard on the brakes.

"What the hell's wrong with you?"

Dean stared at the figure that was now looking back at him. It was a young girl who looked to be no older than sixteen. Long brown tendrils flowed down to her lower back. She was wearing blue jean shorts and a red tank top. Her entire body was soaking wet and droplets of water dripped onto the pavement. Her face was emotionless. Her skin was pale and waxen, and seemed to be stretched against nothing but bone. At first glance her eyes looked to be a pale blue, but in reality they were a milky white. She was blind.

"Jesus Christ, I don't…"

Dean just continued to watch this poor troubled spirit stand in the middle of the road. She never came any closer, never said a word. It was as if she did not even register his presence.

"What is it Dean?"

Sam scanned the street, not seeing what his brother clearly saw. It troubled him to no end.

"That poor girl needs my help and I don't, I don't know how."

As if she heard his words, she lifted an arm and beckoned him to her. Dean did not even hesitate. He left the car and walked toward her. Yes she had pulled him into the tub, but some sprits tend to have a different perspective after they die. All they see is the dark side of things. That might have been her case.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

She touched his face gently and his body instantly went cold. Suddenly her hair began to fall off, slow at first, then in clumps. Dean gagged as the top of her head split open and the skin slowly dropped off the bones. Her clothes turned into nothing but torn rags and floated off in the breeze. The rest of her skin peeled away showing even more bone. The only skin left was that of her arm.

Her blind eyes still looked into his, and with a mouth devoid of teeth, she whispered in his ear making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Make him pay!"