Vision
Chapter two
Dean cradled Sam for a moment, stunned at the amount of blood flowing from his nose.
"Sam..." Dean whispered, his face etched with concern and worry.
Sam remained quiet and unmoving. Fortunatley, the nose bleed had nearly stopped.
Laying Sam's head on the pavement, Dean watched his brother, only guessing what demons Sammy faced inside his head.
Demons that Dean couldn't fight.
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Sam was in a dark place.
"Sam…" a women's voice whispered.
All he could see was the darkness engulfing him. His mind seemed to be floating in the nothingness, separated from his body.
"Sam…"
There was a huge, white, flash of light as images once again poured into his head. He thought he cried out in pain, but no sound came from his mouth.
Sam found himself on the edge of a small town at night. There was one main road that snuck through the center of the town with neatly decorated houses and shops that clung tightly to the edge of the road.
Sam could see every little detail of the town, down to the last flower encircling the maple trees by the side walk.
He was suddenly propelled backwards, like a movie being rewound towards the front of the town where there was a small hill and simply designed sign that read: "Welcome to Leeridge, Michigan", that was obviously hand made.
Sam didn't have time to contemplate the peculiarly of the sign as he was again propelled, like a helpless rag doll, in one fast movement to the very edge of town and a large, two story house. The house seemed fairly old for the blue paint was chipped, revealing a multitude of other colors, showing that the house had been painted many times.
Sam was yet again propelled to the back of the house were a figure in the dark appeared. Its eyes glinted in the moonlight as it lifted up its lip to expose huge, bloodstained fangs. The mangled and matted fur on the monster's back swayed on top of the huge muscles as it made its way towards the house. Everything about the monster was so clear, just like the town.
Sam instantly knew what it was.
A werewolf.
It crawled up the door, and with a large howl, swept its claws across the door, leaving a huge scratch going diagonally from right to left down the old wood.
Sam's eyes became wide as he saw the werewolf prepare to strike again. The door would not hold under another swipe. The people inside the house would be in danger.
The scene froze and began flashing back like a broken record. There another flash of black as two images appeared.
It seemed as though Sam was watching two movies at once. The one on the right was the werewolf, making a slash at the door, than appearing out of the dark and making his slash at the door that Sam had seen three times already like someone was stopping and rewinding a tape.
The image on the left was of four men. Sam could not make out their faces in the dark, but their mouths moved up and down, expelling silent words. They remained rigid, dartk and stood together creating an ominous appearance.
"Samuel…" the voice cooed again.
The images started to flash again this time going faster and faster, fighting to push their way into Sam's mind.
The werewolf, the men, the town, the werewolf, the men, the town…
In a constant cycle they played in some sort of never ending loop.
Blinding lights in between. Sam desperately tried to scream and grip his head as the images intensified, threatening to tear apart his skull.
"Samuel…"
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Dean sat impatiently watching his unconscious brother. He glanced at his watch for the fourth time in two minutes and ran a shaking hand through his hair.
His brother had been out for seven minutes. SEVEN FREAKEN' MINUTES!
Sam's visions never took this long, or were so powerful that they knocked him unconscious. Dean looked at his brother sympathetically, ignoring the looks he received from the people exiting the small bar seeing an unconscious man with blood all over his shirt.
"Why did this have to happen to Sam?" Dean said aloud to no one in particular.
A small moan from his brother caused Dean to be come instantly alert.
"Sam?" he called softly. Sam scrunched his eyes as if trying to open them.
"Come on Sammy." Dean said, this time a little louder. Another groan was his only reward.
"Enough of this crap." Dean thought. He raised his hand and in one swift movement, gently slapped Sam across the face, more out of worry than annoyance. He silently apologized when Sam in took a large breath of pain.
"That's it Sam nice and easy." Dean said in his regular authoritive voice.
Sam once again scrunched his eyes and grudgingly opened them. He desperately tried to stop his vision from spinning as he focused on the out line of his brother.
"Dean?"
"There we go Sammy." Dean said, efficiently masking the relief he felt in his voice.
Pain was clearly etched in the younger hunter's face as he tried to focus on his surroundings.
"Where…Wha?" Sam whispered out while lifting a hand to his aching head.
"You had a vision Sammy." Dean replied, seriousness drenched in his voice.
A hammer felt like it was being bashed into his skull, when Sam unsuccessfully attempted to sit up. Dean was at his side in an instant, concern once again filling his eyes.
Once in a sitting position, Sam once again closed his eyes and tried to focus on Dean's voice, which he could barely hear over the pulsing in his ears.
"My name is Sam, not Sammy." He said in fake annoyance while slowly opening his eyes and gave his brother a wry smile, letting him know he was O.K.
"Fine Sam, but next time you want to take a nap in the middle of the parking lot, do it on your own time, princess." Dean replied with false anger that caused Sam to smile despite his pain.
Sam knew that joking was the way for Dean to cover up concern, so he went along with Dean's antics.
Sam suddenly bcame serious, losing all of joking in his face before.
"There was a town." Sam began looking up at Dean who gave a silent nod to continue.
"There was a werewolf."
"We faced werewolfs before, all we need to do is find out were it is and pump that puppy full of silver." emphasiszing his sentence with a pat on Sam's back. Deam began to sit up from his crouched position.
"No" Sam began, placing a hand on his temple.
"No...I mean..." He pressed his eyes closed obviously from pain.
"I alread know where it is." he hesitatly looked up to Dean who at this moment looked completely confused.
"I mean this vision was different..."
"How?" Dean asked more concerned at the way his brother clutched his head in pain.
"I don't know, it was too clear." At the confused look his brother gave gave him Sam continued.
He looked down and continued. "The other ones only showed parts and were choppy, this one was clear. It showed the sign to the entrance of the town."
"Well, what's the problem?" Dean asked not understanding the difference. Sam figured he couldn't expect him to anyways. Dean didn't understand the visions. Heck, Sam didn't either!
Sam sighed. He decided he wouldn't tell Dean about the strange men or the voice.
He probably wouldn't know what it means anymore than I do.
"Leeridge, Mighigan."
"Good, now let's go and kick some werewolf ass!" Dean said and Sam would have shaken his head if it hadn't hurt so much. Sometimes Dean could be well...Dean.
The younger hunter began to stand, but was met with an unexpected wave of pain that coursed through his head.
He took a moment to breath and when he looked up, he saw the un expected hand of his older brother. Sam glanced at the hand and then at Dean, who was almost embarrassed at showing his concern earlier.
Sam smiled, despite his pain and took his hand.
That was Dean. All hard on the outside, but a caring person, if you could get beneath the nearly impenetrable armor.
Dean hauled Sam up to his feet and continued to make his way to the car, when he noticed Sam was not by his side again.
Dean gritted his teeth, trying to prevent himself from strangling his little brother who obviously was falling into a nasty habit of either falling behind or not walking.
With a sigh, Dean glanced back at Sam, who currently was observing his previously white shirt with his arms stretched out.
Sam glanced up at Dean with disbelief plastered on his face.
"I did this?" he asked softly, returning his gaze to his shirt with crimson stained adoring its middle from the collar almost down to the hem at the bottom.
"Yeah, the only damn good shirt you have and you have to wreck it."
"I don't see why I buy you good things any more." Dean continued on in fake reprimanding. He turned on his heel and again started the journey to the car, which was becoming extremely long.
"I mean if…"
"Dean."
"Yeah?" Dean's face immediately fell at the sight of his brother's worried one. Sam had not moved from his spot. He held the distant gaze in his eyes that Dean had quickly learned meant he wanted to talk.
Dean could tell Sam was hiding something.
His face immediately turned to one of worry at the sight of little brother. He could almost feel Sam being tormented on the inside. It was killing him to see sam that way.
Sam must have seen the worry in his brother's eyes for he sighed, and head down, continued after Dean.
"Let's just get a hotel and get some sleep."
Dean's face held its concern. He was sure by that Sam meant 'Let's get a hotel and you get some sleep while I stay up all night contemplating what my latest vision was.'
Dean knew Sam was hiding something, and Dean knew he was going to find out. But he could do that later. The first thing would be to make sure that Sam was alright. Then, when Sam was ready they could talk.
"Fine…But if you bleed in my car…"
Sam smiled. He almost liked the joking Dean better than the concerned, over protective Dean.
Almost
"Dean?" Sam said while clutching the handle of the passenger side door.
"Yeah?" Dean replied, in a similar pose.
"Bite me."
The car door opened with a screech and a skinny Sam slipped in the passenger side, shutting the door, giving Dean no chance to reply.
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From the corner of the bar, a dark figure stood looking out the tinted windows at the car drive away: watching, waiting...
where tears fall: well that was weird! Just to let you know the story is not what it seems... Your just goingto have to read more to find out. Thanks again to all who reviewed! It was you who inspired me to update so soon! Please review: any suggestions, critisizims, praises? I will update asap, most likely once or twice a week- the longest you willhave to waitwill be a week. Thanks again! Review!