A/N: Hello my dear readers and welcome to another journey we are about to embark on. This is a Storm story but centered more on Sam this time. I have enjoyed creating this character and see how she meshes with the guys. It won't be a long story, but I do hope you enjoy it. Enough from me, buckle in and let's get started on this journey. Enjoy…. NC

Chapter 1

The Impala drove down the highway, keeping pace with the few vehicles out on the road that late at night. Dean glanced sideways at his brother and could feel the tension simmering between them. After their last couple of cases they had worked, it seemed a rift was growing between the brothers.

Sam had had a vision that took them back to Lawrence, Kansas, a place Dean swore he would never return to again. They had fought a poltergeist that was haunting the house they lived in as kids. Their Mom's spirit ended up being in the house too. She had saved them and destroyed herself in the process, cleansing the house and saving her boys.

Dean found out about Sam having powers and wasn't sure what to think about it. His brother was a psychic and that put him at a new level of danger if the wrong people found out about it.

The next case was given to them by their Dad and it sent them to Rockford, Illinois to an abandoned asylum that was haunted by the residents and the vengeful spirit of the doctor that used to run the place. The brothers were locked inside the south wing of the asylum along with two teenagers. Sam was attacked and tried to kill Dean, telling him his deepest, darkest thoughts until Dean knocked him out and searched for the doctor's body to salt and burns it. Sam came to and was back to normal, the doctor's influence gone, wanting to know what happened. They get out of the place and send the kids on their way with a warning to stay out of places like that.

Sam tried to apologize to Dean for what he said but Dean brushed him off saying there's nothing to talk about. Ever since then, Dean had been standoffish and cold toward Sam, though he pretended nothing was wrong.

"I'm stopping up ahead for the night," Dean announced out of the blue, not bothering to look at Sam as he talked. "If that's okay with you, don't wanna overstep here," he added sarcastically.

"Okay, that's fine," Sam replied quickly as he scooted up in his seat and looked over at his brother's stoic face for a moment before looking back out the windshield. He knew things were not good between them right now and wasn't sure how to fix it.

"Good," Dean said. He checked the traffic and changed lanes looking for the right exit. He saw signs ahead deciding one of them had a motel that would suit their needs. He slowed as he neared the exit and signaled his intention, as he steered the Impala onto the ramp and to the top. After the light turned green, Dean turned left and drove to a motel that was down the road.

The vacancy light was on as Dean pulled up to the office and stopped. He got out and headed inside, leaving Sam alone in the car. He watched Dean disappear into the office and sighed sadly hoping Dean would get over his mood soon. It didn't take Dean long to register and get a room. He came back out and got in the car to move it around to the back where the rooms were located and parked in front of an end room.

Dean got out and went around to the trunk to get his bag. He left it open for Sam and walked to the room's door to unlock it and to go inside. He flipped on the light and looked it over before moving to the bed to sit his bag down. Sam followed behind him and took the bed away from the door.

"Do you want the bathroom first?" Sam offered as he pulled his bathroom bag from his duffle.

"Sure, why not," Dean shrugged, digging out his travel bag and heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Sam looked around the room as he waited his turn until he heard a cell phone ringing. He looked to the other bed and saw Dean's jacket laying there. After finding his cell, Sam answered it.

"Hello," Sam said.

"Hey, Sam. Is Dean busy?" Storm asked.

"Hi, Dean's in the bathroom. He should be out shortly."

"Okay. Talk to me while I wait. How are things going with you guys?"

"It's fine, I guess," Sam huffed. "We just finished another hunt yesterday and neither of us were injured."

"What's wrong Sam?" Storm questioned when she heard something in his voice. When Sam didn't answer, she continued, "Something happened didn't it? You know you can talk to me."

"It's nothing really," Sam quietly said. "Dean should be out in a minute."

"Alright, glad I caught you between hunts. I have a proposition for you guys."

"That sounds interesting, should I ask what?"

"Let me talk to Dean first and see what he says."

"Who you talking to on my phone Sammy?" Dean asked when he stepped from the bathroom and saw Sam sitting on his bed on his cell.

"Storm, she wants to talk to you," Sam replied holding out his cell to him. He got up and grabbed his bag to take his turn in the bathroom and to give Dean some privacy.

"Hey Babe, I was going to call you before I went to bed," Dean greeted Storm, his voice warm and caring.

"Is that so, want me to hang up?" she teased. "Just kidding. How close are you to the bar?"

"Probably about six hours, why?"

"Well, a friend of Dad's is letting me use his cabin for the weekend and I thought maybe you'd like to join me for some one-on-one time."

"Now that does sound promising. And when would you like me there?"

"How about tomorrow? I thought Sam could work with me behind the bar Friday night so he could take over Saturday night for me. That way we could head out early Saturday morning and have a three day weekend."

"I do like the way you think Babe. I'll ask Sammy when he comes out of the bathroom."

"I thought you might like that idea. And it'll give Sam something to do while we're gone, so he doesn't feel abandoned."

"Sure, don't see how it will be a problem and he'll have a little me time."

"Is everything okay with you guys?" Storm questioned sensing the snarky tone to Dean's voice.

"Yeah, it's fine," Dean insisted. "Here's Sam, let me ask me. Hey, want to help Storm out by working as the bartender so we can get away for a couple of days?"

"Okay, sure," Sam replied moving to his bed to turn it down.

"You hear? He says okay. So, we'll head out in the morning and see you by lunchtime or a little after."

"I look forward to it. I love you," Storm replied.

"Me too. Bye love." Dean hung up his cell and looked over at Sam who had gone to bed. "You don't mind doing this do you?"

"What? No, it's fine. You guys deserve some alone time. It'll be interesting working behind the bar. I've never done that before."

"Okay, well, good," Dean grunted before taking his clothes off and crawling into his bed. "Nite."

"Nite Dean," Sam whispered before rolling over and settling. He hoped Dean spending some time with Storm would help change his mood and he would stop being ill and cross with him. He thought back over the things he had said and done and beat himself up for getting manipulated by the doctor's spirit. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable and punched the pillow as sleep evaded him. It was hours later before he finally drifted off to sleep with Dean's soft snores as his lullaby.

Sam looked around at his surroundings as he moved through the abandoned building. There were noises up ahead and he moved closer to see Dean and another him talking. He tried to comprehend what was going on as Dean found the hidden room and he started to go inside until the dream Sam raised the shotgun to shoot Dean. Sam could hear the cruel things he was saying and was shocked when he heard himself saying the salt rounds had been replaced with buckshot. Sam screamed his warning as the dream Sam shot Dean, sending him stumbling back through the wall into the secret room. He could see the blood that started darkening his shirt and watched in horror as Dean gasped for air and coughed up blood. The dream Sam reached and picked up Dean's gun and aimed it at him as he stared at him in disbelief. He pulled the trigger, sending a round into Dean's chest, watching as he drew his last breath and then turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger again.

Sam shot up from the bed panting for air as he tried to breath. He felt on his chest for blood but didn't find any. He looked around the room and saw Dean asleep in the other bed and knew he had been dreaming. Dean grumbled and tossed in his sleep before rolling to his other side and settling. He worked on trying to slow his racing heart as he slowly laid back down, not sure he could go back to sleep. It had seemed so real and it frightened him. Could he really shoot his brother? Was there something deep, deep down inside of him that was dark and wanted to be released? He tried to calm himself and force his mind to stop thinking like that. He wouldn't hurt his brother, he thought. Warm tears leaked from his tightly clenched eyes as he fought with his raging emotions. He had to get ahold of himself and not let Dean see him like this. With a few deep breaths, Sam tried to relax and let himself doze.