DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL, SAM OR DEAN BUT ALL CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT THE WINCHESTERS, ARE MINE. ORPHANAGE IS MADE UP; I THINK…I DON'T KNOW, I LIVE IN AUSTRALIA…LOL.

WARNINGS: MILD LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE IN THE FORM OF WINCHESTER ASS-KICKING AND FUTURE SEXUAL CONTENT (DON'T WORRY, NO SAM/DEAN PAIRINGS-I DON'T THINK I COULD BRING MYSELF TO WRITE OR EVEN THINK ABOUT WRITING WINCEST, I LOVE THE BOYS TOO MUCH!) JUST KEEP READING; YOU'LL CATCH ON. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT IDEA; IM NOT FORCING YOU TO READ.

A/N: HEY ALL! HERES THE NEXT CHAPPIE, I DIDN'T GET ANY REVEIWS 4 THE LAST- HOPEFULLY YOU'LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO REVIEW THIS TIME! CHEERS! SORRY 4 THA LATENESS!

SUMMARY: SAM HAS A VISION THAT LEADS THE BROTHERS TO AN OLD HAUNTED ORPHANAGE IN MINNESOTA-RATED M, JUST TO BE SAFE.

SUPERNATURAL-THE FACES OF INNOCENCE

CHAPTER SEVEN: Another Vision

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"You wanna tell me what that was about?" He asked, turning to her.

"You offended me, that's what," She growled.

"I was only looking out for you," he replied, attempting to keep his cool.

"Well maybe, I don't want some gung-ho cowboy watchin' my ass! Maybe I don't need it!" She raged.

"I know for a fact that you do need someone watching your ass, look at the shit you got yourself in, getting involved with some pissed of spirit! Its fucking crazy!"

"Look who's talking? You're a fucking hypocrite and what's more, you're an arrogant, cocky, self involved, chauvinistic prick!"

"Yeah, well, you're a bitch!"

There was a moment of stunned silence; Then Kaitlyn launched herself at Dean. The man scrambled back, thinking that she was going to hit him, but she pressed her lips against his, kissing him deeply. She pulled back and smiled at him.

"I know I'm a bitch, you made me that way," she whispered.

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The look on Dean Winchester's face was one of absolute shock, he had been expecting her to hit him, and was quite surprised when she launched herself at him, only to kiss him deeply and passionately.

Dean blinked in confusion as the car fell silent once more.

"Whoa, that was…unexpected," he said.

Kaitlyn gave him a small wink.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?"

Dean shook his head. He was completely gob smacked, gob smacked by an angel, not that he minded or anything.

"Well seeing as im so handsome, I'm guessing your whole life,"

Kaitlyn threw her head back and laughed.

"Not quite that long Dean, do you know how retarded you looked when you were seven? I was actually damn surprised when I saw you today! I was wondering how somebody who looked like a dork when he was seven, could turn out to be an absolute honey at twenty six. I was surprised at Sammy too. He just shot up didn't he?"

Dean leaned forward and cut her off with his lips, gently probing her soft mouth with his tongue, begging for entrance.

She admitted him, and then bit down. He pulled away suddenly, an eyebrow rose at the evil look on her face.

"We should get back to Sammy. Oh sorry about your car by the way,"

Dean signed and started the Chevy back up; throwing it into reverse and driving backwards back to the motel.

Sam was waiting at the door, with his arms folded across his chest, looking around nervously.

"What happened?" he asked as the two got out of the car.

"Nothing," the lied in unison.

Sam glared at them suspiciously. He knew that they were lying, he always knew.

Deciding against his better half, to open his mouth and argue, but he let it go. He walked back into the room, and watched as Kaitlyn crawled into bed with his older brother.

Sam shot them a strange look, and Dean shrugged.

"We're sharing, so what?"

"Whatever man, look, its three in the morning, and whatever's going on, I don't wanna know, so just go to sleep, and for Christ sake, don't offend her again,"

Kaitlyn laughed. "You go to sleep Sammy,"

The lamp flicked off and the room was plunged into darkness.

Dean and Kaitlyn lay for a while facing each other in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating the dusting of freckles across Dean's face.

He really had grown up.

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The next morning dawned miserable and wet, the first one awake, was as always, Sam.

As he got dressed, he looked over at his brother and Kaitlyn, who were held close in a tight embrace.

It might've been cute, might've.

But it was Dean, and Sam trusted him to be him, a one night stand guy, aggressively against the perfect mowed lawn and white picket fences.

Coffee. He needed coffee.

Sam quickly dressed and slipped out into the wet, knowing that Kaitlyn and Dean wouldn't be up for some time.

He paid for the hot drinks and donuts and headed back to the room, where, unsurprisingly, the two where still asleep.

He took a sip of his mocha latte and bit into a strawberry donut, while contemplating his existence.

Suddenly the all too familiar feeling of an oncoming vision entered his body.

He sighed inwardly as he lost control of his muscles and let go of the Styrofoam cup and spilling the scalding liquid down his front.

Sam fell to his knees and clutched his throbbing head, crying out in pain as yet again, a vision ripped through his consciousness.

He was standing in the cemetery over a grave, he couldn't see who's it was, but there was a pain in his heart so terrible it had to be someone close.

A hot tear ran down his cheek as he kneeled in front of the stone, placing flowers on the grave.

"I'm so sorry, I know you did it for me, I love you baby brother."

Then the writing on the stone became clear.

Samuel James Winchester

1983-2005

Our little Sammy,

We'll miss you little bro,

Hope you find mom and Jess happy and safe.

See ya soon.

He was seeing the world through Dean's eyes .Sam/Dean reached into his boot and pulled out his hunting knife.

"I can't do this without you Sammy," Dean sobbed, his heart aching. He tried, he tried to fight it, but he couldn't live without his baby brother. "I'll be there soon,"

Sam/Dean placed the knife-edge at the base of his wrist and dug it in, wincing in pain as he dragged the weapon up his arm.

He dropped the knife and watched as his blood poured from the gaping wound.

"I won't be long now Sammy…

Sam let out an anguished howl. Not his brother. Not Dean.

Dean flew out of bed at this sound, and ran to his brother's side.

"Sammy, jeez Sammy are you okay?" he asked.

The tall brunette looked up at his brother and swallowed back the bile that was rising in his throat.

"It's Sam," he corrected.

Dean ignored this and helped his brother up. "What did you see?"

Sam couldn't reply. He didn't want to remember, but the scene was etched into his memory, the crimson of his brothers blood, everything. It was something that he wouldn't forget in a hurry.

He barely made it to the bathroom before he expelled the contents of his stomach, the coffee and the only recently consumed strawberry donut.

"Sammy?" Kaitlyn asked, standing behind Dean, a look off concern etched on her face.

"I don't want to talk about it," he muttered in reply.

There was silence, and awkward one, which Kaitlyn decided to break with a suggestion.

"Look, we should go back to the orphanage, scope things out, look for the graves and stuff. When we've found them, we dig up that bastard and burn him. Easy fix," she said.

Of course they'd go at night, so they didn't get busted for arson.

Dean grinned widely. "Sweet, a bonfire! I'll bring the marshmallows!"

Sorry that was late pplz, and sorry it was short, I've had exams so I've been really busy. I LOVE ME SIS! She lay-buyed the season one DVD box set of SUPERNATURAL! YAY!

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