"I had a vision that I was kidnapped… and someone was operating me."
"Someone killed you in your own vision?" Dean was still confused, no matter how many times Sam repeated those words. "Did you see the thing in your vision?" Sam hesitated biting his bottom lip with guilt. "What?" Sam stood up from the chair in front of the window. "Sam, what are you not telling me?"
"I don't know. I just feel as if I know who it is that kidnaps me but- " Sam looked at his brother who looked back at him with concern and fear, he hated knowing his little brother had visions and Sam could see it written all over his face.
"Well one thing's for sure Sam." Sam looked up at him, "what Dean?"
"I'm not going to let some wacko person operate on you- " Sam looked at his brothers strong features, "Dean. What part of me seeing visions don't you get?" he snapped aggressively at his brother. "You know what I mean Sam, I am going to try my best to look out for you. Like I always do." Sam looked at Dean and walked out the front door slamming it with anger. Dean was sitting on his bed with shock trying to process what just happened.
It had been over 3 hours when Sam had stormed off. Dean was going to pummel this kid when he got back (or "if"). It was as if his wish came true, Sam stumbled through the door with the motel keys in his hands. Dean gave him no to time to explain, shoving the surprised Sam into the closest wall. "Sam! You're going to die by some psycho supernatural being and I can't protect you if you're running off with the fairies!" Sam gave Dean that puppy dog eyed face but Dean shook it off ignoring Sam's gaze. "I'm sorry Dean. I just needed to clear my head." Dean released his hold on Sam and kicked the closest object that was breakable. Taking his anger out on something else rather than his brother.
"Why did my brother have to be the freak?" Dean would have killed himself with guilt if he wasn't drowned with other emotions. Dean stormed out of the motel getting into his black 1967 Chevrolet Impala and driving off down the road.
Sam waited for his brother to walk through that front door but it was getting late and he knew Dean wasn't going to return to him tonight (he didn't blame him, he was such a brat sometimes). He walked over to his bed and sat down with a loud sigh. Processing his surroundings, they were staying at a dingy motel (that Sam and Dean called home), this motel room had a western vibe to it, two queen sized beds, a very small bathroom with a shower and toilet. Sam looked around seeing a greenish brown wall, another wall, man staring straight at him, another wall, big round table. Sam jumped backwards and looked to one side of the motel where he thought he saw something.
Laughing at himself, he was obviously seeing things. Taking one more look at the spot he saw the "mysterious" figure, he flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, still smiling he closed his eyes for no longer than 20 seconds when something came over his face, he tried desperately to push away whatever was intoxicating his senses, the smell was suffocating and he was losing consciousness.
Dean finally managed to calm himself down, he didn't really need to lash out at his brother, after all he could take care of himself most of the time. He would go back to the motel and apologize to his little brother. It was definitely around two in the morning when he parked out the front of their room, it was pitch black, Sam must be asleep. He headed straight for the bathroom turning on the light and that's when he smelt something that made the hair on his neck stick out. "Sam!" he called. No response.
Dean ran to the bedroom in three strides revealing an empty made bed (how could he have not noticed on the way in?). "Sam!" he yelled, fear filled his lungs, as he searched everywhere.
