Author´s note
This is an AU where Mary was not killed by the Yellow-eyed demon and Sam´s visions started earlier. Sam is about 16 years old and Dean is 20.
Disclaimer: I do not owe anything you might recognize from Supernatural.
Chapter 7
Dean rolled over in his bed and let out a frustrated sigh. The fan he kept by his bed had broken so the bed was far too hot for his liking, it was one of the reasons he couldn't sleep. He turned to lie on his back and kicked the cover off of him. He couldn't stop thinking about the conversation he had had with Sam. He really did think the dreams were more than a coincidence but he also didn't know what else to think about them. "Which conclusion can I possibly draw from that?" he thought in a desperate attempt to find some sort of logical explanation. Coming up with none he thought, "Psychic-Sammy?" The thought made him giggle a bit and shake his head as he stood up from his bed to go to the bathroom. After finishing his business he was about to cross the small space between the bathroom door and his, when he heard something. The house was usually quiet around this hour, "Must be well past 12" Dean thought. He stood still to listen again, it was a weird sound, kind of like a muffled panting but not really.. "What the heck?" Dean stepped over to Sam´s door instead and put his ear to the door. It was deadly quiet for a moment and Dean thought he must have been imagining things but then he heard it again. "Is that? Crying?" Dean didn't hesitate as he opened the door to Sam´s room. Sam was sitting in his bed, clenching the sheets. It was too dark in the room for Dean to really make out Sam´s face but he saw the way his body was shaking all the way from where he stood anyway.
"Sammy?" he tried. He received no response so he quickly walked over to Sam´s bed and hesitantly sat down on it. "Maybe he´s still dreaming." He thought and reached to turn on the lamp on the night stand. The light illuminated Sam´s face which Dean noticed had shiny tear streaks on its cheeks. Sam´s eyes however were wide-open and staring right through Dean, at nothing. "Not asleep then. This is getting freakier by the second" Dean thought. Sam was still breathing in a weird way, shallow but like he was out of breath at the same time. Dean didn't like it at all and moved his hand to touch Sam´s shoulder. The moment his hand met the grey fabric of his t-shirt Sam jumped, starling Dean and causing him to withdraw his hand. Sam started ranting.
"She, she. I didn't, I. I couldn't, She. It was." Words were coming out fast between panicked sobs as he started hyperventilating.
"Sammy, Sam calm down!" Dean said and gripped Sam´s upper arms hard. This did nothing to soothe Sam as he continued through panicked breaths, "It was, I couldn't. What am. She is, She is."
Dean didn't know what to do. Should he call for mom and dad?
"What´s wrong Sammy?!" He said as calmly as he could but it sounded too high pitched. Sam stopped his ranting at that and looked at Dean.
"It was mom" was all he could say before he started crying. Dean didn't understand what Sam was trying to say and was shocked to see him cry. Sam never cried, not since they were kids, even then it would usually be big silent tears. Sam needed to calm down now or he was going to work himself into a fit, so Dean did the only sensible thing and wrapped his arms around his little brother in a tight hug. Sam quieted almost immediately and grabbed the back of Dean´s shirt with his fists.
"It´s okay" Dean said and put a hand on the back of Sam´s neck. He was still shaking but at least not as bad. "It´s okay Sammy".
They sat like that for a moment, with Dean mumbling calming words. Dean could feel the wet spot on the shoulder of his shirt where Sam´s face had been when he finally pulled away and started to wipe his cheeks. Sam was embarrassed, Dean noticed, since he wouldn't make eye contact and kept fiddling with the bed sheet.
"What´s going on Sammy?" he tried gently. Sam looked up at him with red rimmed eyes.
"I saw mom" he said.
"Saw her, as in..?" Dean asked.
"She was in my dream, she was driving.. and another car drove straight into hers. It rolled and landed upside down." Sam swallowed. "It exploded. With her still in it."
Dean looked incredulously at Sam and said frustrated, "Are you sure? I mean it could just have been a regular dream. Stuff like that happen much more often than.. psychic premonitions."
"I´m sure Dean, I know what I saw!" Sam said.
Dean could see he was close to tears again and didn't push it.
"Okay. When was it?" he asked and Sam squinted his eyes a bit.
"I don't know" he said after a whiles thought. "It was sunny… " he shrugged sadly and looked down again.
"We have to stop it Dean." He said seriously.
Dean scratched the back of his head. This was all getting too weird. "I think we should talk to mom and dad, they need to know what´s going on. Maybe the pills will help?" He tried but regretted it the moment he saw Sammy´s face.
"I´m not making this stuff up." He said accusingly.
"Never said you were." Dean said and stood up from the bed. "But.. I don't know. I mean Sammy, you don't seriously believe that you´re psychic, right?" "I mean can you even hear how that sounds?" Dean didn't mean for it to come out so rough but this whole situation was starting to freak him out.
Sam´s face grew cold and there was no trace of emotion in his voice when he said, "Fine then, go back to bed, forget I ever said anything." He laid back down in his bed and turned his back to Dean.
"Look Sammy, I didn't.." Dean tried but was interrupted.
"Whatever Dean."
Dean sighed before he made his way out. He hesitated at the door and turned back around to say something but changed his mind and shut his mouth again.
Sam heard the door shut. His head was killing him as it ached and pounded. He closed his eyes and hoped for the pain to go away but it didn't and he thought, "I know it was more than a dream". He had thought his brother would take him seriously, he felt like a fool now for having said anything at all. "Wish I had kept my mouth shut" he thought bitterly. Sure, he had had his fights with Dean, the way all brothers´ do but he had always been able to count on him when it mattered the most. Always.
"Apparently, people change"
Next Update: Monday 20/7
