Next chapter with a new rating - M! Nothing too hardcore, but better safe than sorry. Also, got a feeling that this chapter may be a little more, well, like a story, you know, with plot...but only a little bit. Saw the Omen today, which may influence the story a bit. I have got to say, that movie would have been waaay better if Sam and Dean had showed up to salt and burn with their usual finesse.

Oh yes, obviously, I don't own the boys, either.
"So, you're sayin' that you just got a bunch of flashes of the four people that died, right? No evidence of anything supernatural?"

"Yeah, I mean, the visions were pretty straightfoward. Two women, two men, dying of what seemed liked natural causes," Sam said with a slightly defeated sounding sigh. God, or whoever it was that decided the grand scheme of things, must really enjoy frustrating him. A lot. The visions give him just enough to know what the people look like, exactly where they are, but hardly ever gave him a chance to save them.

Dean flipped through the newspaper that was resting on the well used diner table. "Your headache better?"

"Yeah, it's ok. I have a feeling it's not over, though."

Dean's concerned gaze was diverted by the appearance of a young, busty blonde waitress. Sam watched as his brother's face was transformed. His characteristic smirk slid into place, eyes becoming inviting. He even leaned foward slightly, looking like he had just spotted the most beautiful woman in the world. It was like this for anyone even remotely attractive.

"What can I get ya, darlin'?" The question was directed at Dean. While his brother and the waitress flirted, Sam's thoughts unwillingly slid to Jessica. He wished that he could just stop thinking of her. Guilt immediantely washed over him because part of him felt that she should always be on his mind, and never forgotten. The rational part of him knew that he would never forget Jess, the way her hair smelled, her smile, the birthmark on her shoulder... he needed to remember her in life. But the irrational part of him just kept bombarding him with scenes of her pinned to the ceiling, bleeding, burning, her eyes staring balefully into his. And it's all YOUR fault, the vengeful part of him would say, you're out here, trying to save all these people that you don't even know, and you couldn't even save HER, the girl that you wanted to MARRY!

"Uh, dude, hello? What do you want to eat?" Dean asked, waving a hand in front of Sam's face. Sam blinked.

"Sorry, could I get a burger and fries with a coke?"

"Sure thing, sugar. It'll be out in a sec." The waitress grinned at Dean and flaunted away. Dean stared at her backside, smirking.

Before he could make a comment about the blonde, Sam glanced at the paper in front of Dean and asked, "So, find anything in the obituaries?"

"Take a look at these pictures. They fit the description of the people in your vision, and guess what? Turns out they're married. Well, you know, not all four of them together, but there's a Sarah and Walter Grey and a Chris and Tina Guthrie. Apparently, Walter and Tina died from massive coronaries. Sarah suffered from a stroke, and Chris had a combination of diabetes and asthma. No foul play is suspected."

"Yeah, that's them. Isn't it odd though, that they all died apart from eachother, but they were married... I guess we'll just have to do the usual, check out their homes, find people that knew them... but other then those people dying on the same day, this seems kinda normal. They were older, mid-sixties to early seventies. And, in my vision, there was nothing even remotely out of the ordinary. They didn't even look that afraid. The Tina woman fainted straightaway." Sam rubbed his face tiredly.

"Coincidence is what we do, bro." Cockiness colored Dean's voice. Sam realized, despite the pain in his head, that his brother lived for these jobs. He had known it, really, ever since he was old enough to talk, that Dean enjoyed ridding the world of all the evil that could be salted, burned and exorcised. Saving people, acting the hero, filled Dean with such a light or purpose that he was made more... more or extra, like maybe Dean was just so full of Dean he would overflow and spread to others around him.

Sam's headache was getting worse, which signaled another vision. "Dean, I think I...argh!"

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"Sammy?" Dean knew right away what it was. 'Goddamn these visions!' He thought darkly, quickly rising from the plastic diner chair and taking Sam by the arm. "Let's get you outside, alright?" Damn whoever decided that Sam should get these things, whether it be God, Jesus or Mary. Maybe it was the Holy Ghost. Dean had never liked him. Who the hell was he supposed to be, anyways?

"Okay..." Sam groaned through clenched teeth.

Dean knew the pattern. They had rehearsed it enough times in the past few months. Sam let himself be led to the Impala's passenger seat, while Dean busied himself with getting a coldpack out of the cooler he had started to carry in the car. There's only so much aspirin, tylenol and advil that a man can take, so Dean looked for other pain relief alternatives. Sam gave one, pain filled gasp, and Dean knew the vision had begun.

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Flash

A tiny little girl, no older than five, trembled in fear. A tall woman wearing lots of makeup stared down at the girl, her features contorted with rage. She held a large pair of gardening shears and a piece of raggedy fabric and was brandishing them furiously.

"You think that this was bad! Next time, I won't just cut up your blanket, I'll cut you up into tiny little pieces, you ungrateful little brat. I never would have had to do this if you would just grow UP!" The woman screamed.

The tiny girl was barely containing her fear. A small tear made it's way down her face and she shook uncontrollably. "My blankie..." she whispered, her heartbroken voice breaking.

"That's IT! I can't stand it anymore. I won't have a stepdaughter who acts like a mentally challenged baby." Advancing on the girl with the shears in one hand, the tiny girl ran sobbing for the door...

Flash

"It's all your fucking fault, you fucking faggott! Do you realize all that I have to endure at work, with my friends because you just HAD to come out in front of everyone?" A large man screamed at a younger looking boy, maybe twelve or thirteen.

"Dad, I just... please... there's someone I met and -" The boy was cut off by a large fist. Clutching at his bleeding nose and blinking back tears, the boy gave a stifled gasp.

"You little slut, little fucking pervert. Maybe you should think about others besides yourself before you tell people that you like to fuck boys!" Each word was accompanied by a fist, or a foot. The boy, bleeding and bruised, barely even fought back against the furious rage...

Flash

The woman, no, girl, she couldn't have been more than fifteen, was slammed onto the floor in a crappy room. Greedy hands pulled at her jeans, while she beat at them frantically. The gag in her mouth prevented screams, but not the tears that ran down her face in hot, salty rivers. The jeans were removed, then the cheap underwear. The same greedy hands fumbled with his own belt, while pinning the girl to the ground with his legs. She continued to beat at him, but accomplished nothing.

His thrusts were hard and violent. With everyone of the thrusts, her body lifted off the floor slightly, and she made a small whimpers through the gag. He ripped out chunks of her hair in a effort to keep the girl still. The girl's eyes were tightly shut, face scrunched in pain. The greedy man finished with a grunt, collapsing on top of the girl. She opened her eyes, tears spilling over the edges. He grinned, and pulling a knife, waved it in front of her face. The girls' eyes widened, and with jerky, terrified movements, tried to slid away, or get to her feet, anything. He watched for a moment, and smiling, walked toward her...

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"Oh my God!" Sam cried out in a voice hardly more than a moan. Dean was at his side instantly.

"Here Sammy, take this. It'll help with the pain." They both knew it was a lie. Nothing helped with the pain right after a vision.

"Dean, I can't do it anymore. I see all these bad things, but I can't do anything about them. NOTHING! People who don't deserve it are tortured and die and I can't help. So why do I get these things? Maybe it's punishment. Maybe it's a test. But you know what? I'm gonna crack soon, I just can't take it, I just can't!" Sam forced the words out through the tears that he didn't remember crying.

Dean put his hands on Sam shoulders and trying to make eye contact, said, "No, you're not gonna break, Sammy, not while I'm around. You're stronger than that. It's just a rough spot, we'll get through, we'll learn to control them."

The words are said with such honesty that Sam can't help but look at him. "We?" He said weakly.

"Since when could you do anything without my help, Sammy?"

"Well, I did make it through college..." He's trying for the banter. It helps Sam to become distracted, to forget that he's just witnessed three deaths and can only put an icepack to his forehead. The pain's slowly receding and they continue with the mock insults that only hide the pain that each brother feels.

Wow, ok, first of all, everybody needs to go on over to and check out the KTLA interveiw with Jensen Ackles. He really seems funny, but serious too. Sigh. Also, there is a UK promo for the show that, at the end, says "Supernatural just got sexy" Damn right. It's really lovely. And reveiw! Hope you liked...