Visions of Terror, Visions of Pain Ch. 3
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Sam was drifting in that space just before consciousness. He thought he could hear a voice calling out to him, but it was so far away that he wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not. Was he being rocked? It sure felt like he was. But he wasn't a child anymore so that couldn't be right.
Dean was beyond worried. Sammy had been unconscious now for fifteen minutes, the longest fifteen minutes that Dean had ever experienced in his life. His brother had been taken away from him by some damn vision that he had no control over. He desperately needed Sam to wake up, to know that he was fine.
"Come on Sammy, I need you to open your eyes for me kiddo" Dean said as he gently patted his brother's cheek trying to wake Sammy up. Seeing no reaction, he tried again. "Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty, you're scaring me here."
Dean watched as Sammy's eyes started to flutter. "Come on, that's it, you can do it little brother."
Sam groaned as he became aware of the world around him. As he became more alert, he became conscious of the pains that were assaulting his entire body. He felt as though he had been stretched to the point of snapping like a rubber band. His muscles were tense and he could feel every nerve ending sparking in his body. As he fought the pain, he could hear the panic in Dean's voice calling to him and he fought to make his way back to him. He didn't want his brother to be scared and he would do anything to take away the tremor he could hear in his voice. Slowly he opened his hazel eyes to see the piercing green eyes of Dean looking back at him.
"Just take it easy Sammy, you gave me quite a scare there little brother."
Dean continued to rock Sammy in his arms not caring that he was having a chick flick moment with his brother. Sam had scared the hell out of him when he had passed out and he needed the comfort of having Sam close to him right now.
Sam was feeling extremely shaky. He didn't remember everything about the vision, but he knew it had been a bad one. His skull felt like it could burst open at any time from the pain that he was feeling. The muscles in his legs were so taut at the moment that he didn't think he would be able to move them if he tried. He could feel his whole body trembling and was grateful when Dean tightened the hold he had on him.
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Gremory watched the Winchesters as they were enjoying an afternoon of fishing. How dare those two think about having fun when they were causing so much trouble in the demonic world. He was not going to just sit back and allow that to happen. Gremory thought about the things he could do to ruin their afternoon. He could kill all the fish in the lake, but then they would just find something else to occupy their time. He could cause the boat to sink, but no that wouldn't work either because the Winchesters were good swimmers.
"Ahha! He thought, I know the perfect way to destroy a perfectly lovely day."
He teleported himself to the woods surrounding the lake where he could not be seen. He then concentrated on getting into the mind of Sam Winchester. He watched with utter happiness as he saw the pain lines that crossed Sam's face as he put his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He enjoyed the way that the youngest Winchester was flailing about in pain and with one final push, he forced his way into Sam's mind and bestowed the vision of a horrible train wreck upon the boy.
Gremory felt elated as he fed upon the terror filled adrenaline that the youngest Winchester was giving off. He felt a feeling of euphoria that he had never felt before. He could sense that Sam's mind was shutting down as it was overloaded with watching the train wreck unfold before him. He would have to be careful not to kill the kid before he was ready to. No, he wanted to enjoy this feeling many more times before destroying the Winchesters. He released Sammy's mind just as blood started to flowing from his nose and mouth, and with a click of his fingers, he disappeared like smoke wafting away into the air.
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As Dean felt Sammy beginning to relax, he released his hold on Sammy and asked, "How you doing Sammy?'
Sam looked at his brother and tried to smile to let him know that he was okay, but it came out as more of a frown instead. "I'm fine Dean."
Dean smirked and said "Yeah, I can see that Sammy."
Dean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol that he had brought with them just in case. He opened the bottle and took three of the tiny capsules out and handed them to his brother.
"Here take these" he said as he handed them to Sammy along with a bottle of water.
Sam swallowed down the capsules hoping they would ease the symphony of pain that was playing in his head at the moment.
Dean gave Sam a few minutes to get himself together and then asked. "What did you see Sammy?"
Sam then told Dean about the train that was hurtling down the tracks towards a bridge where the support beams were weak. He shuddered as he described the bridge collapsing and the train buckling into a twisted heap as it settled into the river below. He had tears rolling down his face as he described the sheer look of terror on the passengers faces as they plummeted to their deaths.
Dean watched the devastation that crossed Sammy's face as he told him about the vision. When he saw the tears traversing down his baby brother's face, he put his hand on the nape of his brother's neck and gently pulled Sammy's head in to rest on his shoulder.
As Sam once again calmed down, Dean asked him more questions about the vision.
"Could you tell where this train wreck is going to occur and when?
Sam immediately got a disheartened look on his face. "No, that's the thing Dean. All I saw was that it was a trestle bridge that spanned across a river, nothing else! Damn it, how are we going to help those people when I don't know when or where it will happen?"
Sam then went on to say, "Dean, there was something different about this vision, it felt weird, not like the other ones I've had before."
Dean's eyes grew enormous as he said, "What do you mean Sammy? How was this one different?"
Sam fiddled with his shirt as he said "I don't know, it just felt different ya know."
Dean thought for a moment and then said, "Don't worry Sam, we'll figure things out. But right now, I want to get you back onto solid ground and have you checked out by a doctor."
When Dean saw that Sam was about to argue with him, he put his hand up to stop him and said, "Sam, you were bleeding from your nose and your mouth, not to mention the fact that you were unconscious for fifteen minutes. I'm not taking any chances with your health man."
Sam saw the fear that was still in his brothers eyes. He knew Dean wouldn't be able to relax unless he relented and agreed to see the doctor. "Okay Dean, we'll do things your way.
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After arriving back at the dock and returning their rental equipment, Dean and Sam walked over to the Hudson Lake Community Clinic. Dean filled out the required paper work before Sammy could be called to the back. After sitting in the waiting room about twenty minutes, the nurse called for Sam Michaels.
Dean stood up and said, "That's us Sammy."
Sam and Dean followed the svelte young nurse to the back and she motioned them into treatment room two. She took Sam's vital, wrote them down on his chart and said "the doctor will be here shortly" before striding out of the room.
After a thorough examination. The doctor concluded that Sam had suffered from an unusually painful migraine headache which caused some blood vessels to burst from the stress. He gave him a shot and some pain medication to take with him that would help him to sleep and recommended seeing a specialist if the headaches persisted.
As Dean drove them back to the motel room, Sammy was lulled into sleep from the shot that the doctor had given him to ease the pain in his head. After arriving back at the motel, he helped Sammy into their room and eased him down onto the bed. He removed his brothers shoes and jeans before covering him with a blanket. He stood watch over Sam and noticed how young his little brother looked in sleep.
Dean thought back on the events that occurred during the day. He had a nagging suspicion that something was going on. He just couldn't get Sammy's words out of his head.
"Dean, there was something different about this vision, it felt weird, not like the other ones I've had before."
Every time he thought about what Sammy had said, he got chills running up and down his back. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Something was after Sammy and Dean knew he was going to need backup on this one. He picked up his phone and hit speed dial one. After two rings a familiar voice said "hello"
"Dad, I need your help!"
TBC
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.