A/N: Okay...only a couple more chapters, and all will be revealed!! I hope that the suspense is not killing you too bad! Also, hoping the ending of this chapter doesn't make you want to kill me...but as I said, all will be revealed!!

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The next few months were strange and eventful. Sam's visions came at least twice a month, waking him at night, causing him blinding headaches and pain so excruciating that he had to see Dr. Davison again. After MRI's and CAT scans, the doctor told him that there was nothing at all wrong with him, but he prescribed him Vicodin for the pain. He was to take one pill every four hours, but it never seemed to help.

When July came back around, it had been a year since the accident, and almost a year since Sam and Dean had been dating. They decided to get married at a small church not far from where they lived.

Dean stood at the front of the aisle dressed in a handsome tuxedo, nervous as hell. His friend Aiden stood at his side. His sister would have been with the bride's maids, but she had died the year before. They had been very close, and it bothered him that she was gone.

As he stood there, He saw Sam emerge from the sitting area at the end of the aisle. His hair was slicked back, and his own tuxedo pressed and looking spiff. Dean caught his eyes, and the smiled at each other. Dean felt like crying.

Soft music started, and Sam walked up the aisle. Dean stepped down as Sam reached his side, and they turned to each other. Sam took Dean's hands, then as their eyes connected, the pain in his head came back tenfold. He doubled over in pain, groaning loudly. Dean said Sam's name, but it sounded far off, like from the back of a cave. He hit the carpeted floor, grabbing for Dean. Dean held his hand, not wanting to let go.

A vision passed in front of Sam's eyes. The plane was crashing to the earth like before, this time all the passengers were wide awake, screaming and yelling. Sam saw himself. He felt a blast of severe pain, and his insides were struggling to work, to keep up. His heart beat faster, his lungs fought to take in air. Dean could see all this, and he was terrified, yet could do nothing about it.

Sam gasped, trying to breath. He could taste blood in his throat, and spit out onto the white carpet, turning it pink. Dean began to cry, knowing Sam was in trouble now. He yelled at Aiden to call 911.

Sam rolled over on his back, his head pounding so loud he was afraid it would explode. That same burning light enveloped him, and he felt his heart slow. More blood flowed from his mouth, causing a puddle to form next to him. Dean was screaming beside him, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

Just before his heart gave out, Sam felt a warm sensation overtake his body. It felt nice, and the pain was slowly subsiding. Through the light, he caught a glimpse of Dean, tears pouring down his face. With all the strength he had left, Sam lifted his hand and touched Dean's face, then he was gone.