AN: You are amazing for my ego, CallMeAnonymous9. Absolutely amazing for it.
P.S. You're awesome, too.
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Sam and Dean's self-esteem would be bigger than Disneyland, Lucifer and Michal would be besties, Kevin Tran would rule the world, Mary Winchester would take over Hell with kindness and cookies, Crowley would be Mary's super-crazy-awesome sidekick, and Meg would be a genius billionaire playgirl philanthropist. Alas, none of that is true, so I can only assume that I don't.
Summary: Something's missing.
"What's goin' on, Sam? You've been really out of it lately."
"I know, Dad. I'm sorry. It's just . . . I feel as if there's something missing." Sam furrowed his brow. "Something big."
John Winchester turned sharply to look at him. "Your psychic powers . . . are they acting up?"
"No, they're still gone," Sam replied. "No visions, just a feeling."
John turned back to watch the road. "A feeling . . . of something missing?"
He saw Sam nod in his peripheral vision. "Yeah. It's, uh . . . important. Something important. I just don't know what."
"Sammy, you sap," Dean muttered from the backseat, arms folded across his chest. "Should've known you'd make even completely forgetting me into a chick-flick moment."
A small smile decorated Sam's lips, even as his gaze never left the scenery swiftly passing by his window.
"Something funny?" John asked.
Sam blinked. "What?"
"You're smiling."
Sam touched his mouth, as if surprised. "Oh." He removed his hand, expression puzzled. "I was just thinking about our last case."
"The vengeful spirit? Doesn't bring to mind anything to smile about."
"When I was thrown into a wall," he clarified.
"Still not laughing."
Sam shook his head. "That's not what I'm talking about. When I was thrown into a wall, I could have sworn someone tried to help me."
"Someone?" John repeated, eyes narrowing on the road. "Or something?"
"Someone," Sam decided.
"That why you hesitated?"
Sam paused. "Well . . . not exactly."
John sent him a searching glance. "Then what was it?"
Sam's gaze traveled to the mirror, where it showed an image of the empty backseat. "I thought I heard someone say my name," he murmured.
Next up: Pure and utter crack. A witch curses two demon-hunting brothers into being affectionate. What could possibly go wrong?
Weird Randomness!
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"Sam . . . Saaam . . . yo, can you hear me, Sam?"
The young Winchester squinted at the air, the concussion making it hard to focus on anything. "Sand?"
"Uh, no."
"Sad?"
"What? No, man . . ."
"Salad?"
"Not in a million years."
"Saddle?"
"No. Dude-"
"Safari?"
"Sam-"
"Sassafras?"
"Okay, that's it. John! John, get in here!"
"Shhggg," Sam drooled.
"JOHN!"
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