Author Note: Allo! Another update?!??! In the same week?!?!?

OMG! ORGASM!

LOL!!!! I saw that as an icon somewhere…

I was think about doing a hiatus till alerts were back up, but who am I kidding I rarely update as it is.

So, I really hate how I wrote Dean in the last chapter. His tone and speech was way off for his character so I'm trying to fix him in this story.

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Last time on Crashing Moments!

If Sam can't control this and soon, he is going to loose more than a chance at power, Hun, Sam is going to loose his sanity."

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Dean scoffed at Missouri loudly and glanced at Sam quickly before catching her steady gaze again.

"His sanity… you're kidding me right?" Dean asked

"No Honey, I'm not joking about this." She said slowly with internal regret.

"Sam has premonitions, something that is deemed impossible to modern men.

There are only a handful people in the world who would believe the possibility of a man being able to see the future. But he does. You know this, I know this." She began reclining deeper into her chair.

"You really have no idea how strong your brother is…"

"What? Of cou-" Dean started but was immediately cut off by Missouri slowly shaking her head slowly.

"Dean, visions are no thing to play with. When a person is born with 'The Sight' they have to have not only a very open mind and soul, but they have to have the knowledge to comprehend the future."

"Half the psychics around the world don't even know that they have 'The Sight' because they do not understand it, their minds reject the thought. So the powers are dormant or rarely show."

"Sam being who he is and being raised like he was made him possibly the most 'open' psychic to be influenced by their abilities."

Dean's mouth opened slightly but didn't know what to say so he kneeled next to Sam's head to hear the rest of the woman's explanation.

Missouri began twiddling with her skirt as she continued.

"Being a strong 'Open Psychic" like Sam, his powers realized that they no longer needed to lie dormant within him.

Sam began having premonitions a year or so ago because his abilities were bubbling underneath the surface of his psyche, he had been ignoring everything to do with monsters and the supernatural what-nots, that when his abilities began sensing the Demon's approach, they slowly released themselves, making Sam aware."

Dean swallowed hard and began moving Sam's hair out of his face unconsciously.

"You ok?" Missouri asked simply.

She knew this was an absurd thing to even be heard by even some psychics, but it was the truth and she needed to explain it to Dean before more happened to his brother.

"Yeah, it's just… Do you think this would be happening to Sam if we didn't hunt?" Dean asked already slightly predicting her answer.

"No. Sam would still be a psychic even if you weren't raised as hunters, but he may or not would be showing his abilities depending on how open-minded and soulful he would have become." She stated

"I think he would have." Dean said quickly

"Something freaky would be going on with him; something psychic-like would still be happening. It doesn't matter how he was raised, I know Sam would have been 'open' enough…"

"I think your right." Missouri agreed locking eyes with Dean's.

Dean cleared his throat

"So is that why he is hearing other people's thoughts now? Because his abilities think he is able to handle another power?"

"Yes, something along those lines… I believe that because Sam has become accustomed to having premonitions, his psyche thinks he is able to concur another ability."

"Yeah well his abilities are wrong. Sam can't. He just can't." Dean argued

"Dean… I know this seems bad, but you know Sam can do this; he just needs his big brother by his side, just like always."

"Yeah…" Dean nodded and reached for and grabbed Sam's hand.

Sam groaned and his eyebrows furrowed in pain.

Dean looked at Missouri in confusion.

"Damn it, I thought he would have gotten another hour or two." Dean said leaning over his brother.

"Sammy? You wakin up now?" Dean asked with a slightly worried smile on his face.

Sam gasped suddenly and shot straight upwards colliding with Dean who was hovering over him.

"Shit, Sam…" Dean said rubbing his chin from where Sam's head had hit it.

Sam was looking around the room in shock, his mouth opened and a strange hollow choking noise was coming from his throat.

Dean's eyes widened and he reached to touch Sam's shoulder. Sam was having another panic attack and if he didn't calm down he would pass out again.

Sam saw Dean's arm and began breathing quicker.

SAMMY CALM DOWN!!! Dean mentally screamed and withheld his hand.

Sam's breath began hitching as Dean's voice screeched in his ears.

He began edging backwards and fell off the couch falling on the ground hard as he continued to open and close his mouth, no words making it past the strange panting.

Missouri leapt out of her chair and rushed to where Sam was crab-shuffling backwards on the rug.

Sam saw her and his back hit the wall cornering him.

OK MISSOURI, BE QUIET. CLEAR YOU'RE MIND. DON'T LET HIM BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU. CLEAR YOU'RE MIND.

"Sam, Honey, you have calm down now..." Missouri said loudly trying to speak so he could hear her in his haze.

CAN HE HEAR ME? DARN IT, THAT WAS THINKING. THIS ISN'T WORKING!! SAM I'M SORRY.

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Sam was in full on hyperventilation holding his knees tightly to his chest, his back was moving quickly and with each panicked breath it hit the wall hard.

Dean moved cautiously towards his tortured little brother.

"Sam, you gotta calm down, you're making yourself sick, just try to ignore it and just breath." Dean tried to explain.

SAM HAS GOT TO BE HEARING US!!! Dean thought mentally and silently cursed himself.

Sam scrunched his eyes tighter as the noise in his head began to intensify.

Worried tones and voices of Missouri and Dean were coming off of them and hitting Sam in waves as fell sideways against the wall still gripping his knees in a vice hold.

Louder and louder until Sam couldn't tell the difference between them.

It was all just a loud consecutive bar noise, never stalling. Like an emergency warning siren.

He felt his hearing fade in and out with the noise and the noise's pitch started to become higher and louder.

Sam opened his eyes slowly as his breathing became shallower.

The noise was loud and constant as Sam stared into space and tears gathered and fell sideways from his unblinking eyes

"Sammy?" Dean asked, scared to even move.

"Maybe he needs to grounded or something?!?!" Dean asked Missouri in panic.

"Yes, that will have to do. But I don't think we can get him to do it. Dean, we have do something and I don't know what that is at the moment!" Missouri said in shame. She thought she would be able to help the young man, but she never expected it to be this bad.

Dean looked at Missouri with something close to anger at her admittance and began walking slowly to Sam.

Sam was in his own world.

His eyes were open, but there was definitely no one home.

The voices were just a blur and a loud pitch in tone.

Never ending always there.

He began breathing loudly in short wet gasps trying to get as much air as possible but not succeeding.

In his haze he sensed that Dean was sitting next to him.

Sam tried to calm down, to reach for his brother, but that thought was immediately taken over again by the noise and pain.

SAM YOU GOTTA TRY AND THINK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE, DIG THROUGH THIS AND GROUND YOURSELF TO ONE THOUGHT!!!!

Dean's thoughts screeched through his mind as he tried to figure out what his brother was saying to him, but it was just a mixed noise with his brother's voice.

Dean reached and firmly grasped Sam's hand in his own.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

POP!!!!!

Sam gasped loudly and the apparent silence

And then he began shrieking and screaming in agony

Sam screamed in a pain so bad that it was like being shot with electrified, heated, 12 inch nails though his head down through his spine and spreading to the rest of his body.

He screamed at the voices that were now clear and loud, bombarding his mind with their consistency.

It started with Dean five hours before…

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Author Note Two: You likey? Me likey!!!

BTW, Sam's eardrum did not just POP… (that's what I would have thought if I was reading this)

So… a new chapter. I'm weird. I'm writing and I know I'm not getting the alerts (and I think I would be getting a lot…)

So COMMENT PLLLEEEAAAASSEEEE

The BOLD and CAPS were needed to explain the noise… it's the only way I can describe this, and it sucks because it is VERY VERY LOUD!!!

I'll be writing more soon (don't hold your breath for a day though)

MUCH LOVE BUNNIE-BUNS!!!!