Authors note: I started writing this story with a specific ending in mind. While writing this chapter, I thought of a second ending and now I cannot decide which I like better. Therefore, I will be writing two versions of this story. The original ending will be first and be version A, the second ending version B. I will finish writing all of version A first, so not to worry about confusing the stories.

Summary: When Sam's visions begin to evolve, Dean will have more to worry about than just headaches.

Rated PG-13 for violence acts, gruesome imagery, and some language

Disclaimer: blah blah, I don't own them, blah blah

Chapter 2: The Recovery

Dean watched as the blood continued to flow and a glaze covered the eyes of his baby brother.

"Sam? Sammy, you still with me?" His eyes had almost completely closed, lost to the pain. A wave of helplessness hit Dean straight on, quickly followed by panic. And what does Dean Winchester do when he panics?

WHAP! "SAMMY, WAKE UP!" screamed Dean into his face. Sam's eyes popped open, startled at how the stinging of his cheek overrode the pain in his chest.

"Dean…" Sam gasped. Wait a minute. He could speak. He could breath again.

Dean creased his brow, confusion replacing the panic. Looking down on his brother's chest, he could see the blood flow slowing down to a mere trickle. He risked a quick glance and lifted his hands. Both brothers gasped as the hole sealed itself, stopping the blood entirely. Sam looked up and caught Dean staring him in the face.

"Uuhhhhhh…" was all Sam could get out.

"You could say that again" Dean stared. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, it's a bit sore." Sam struggled to sit up. Dean quickly got up, putting an arm around his back for support. Glancing down at the bed, Sam gasped in horror. "This all came from me? How?" He whispered, indicating the blood-soaked sheets with a shaking hand.

Dean grunted, not wanting to admit the same question was flashing through his mind. "Let's get you cleaned up. We'll figure this out, but right now I need to check your chest."

Leaning on Dean for support, they slowly crossed the room to the brightly lit bathroom. Sam lowered himself onto the toilet as Dean grabbed a washcloth and started wiping the blood off Sam's chest. Sam closed his eyes, trying to calm his heartbeat, when he realized for the first time, he didn't have a headache. The corners of his mouth twitched at the irony. All I had to do was almost bleed to death. Of course, why didn't I think if that before.

"Sam, look." Dean's voice snapped him out of his daydream and looked at his chest. A large lump of scar tissue protruded from the exact point where the hole had been. Dean poked it with a finger, causing Sam to gasp in pain.

"Dude!"

"Sorry." Dean mumbled, lost in thought.

"No, no, it's okay. I was just stabbed through the chest with a stake and you thought poking it would make it all better." Dean looked up at Sam with a look of confusion. "What?"

"Sam, you weren't stabbed with a stake. You weren't stabbed with anything; your chest just started bleeding." Dean studied his brother with a renewed concern. "You don't remember that?"

"Oh." Sam's eyes shifted away, embarrassed. "It just felt like I was. Like… like in my nightmare."

"You saw yourself get stabbed in a vision and you didn't say anything! Dude, those things come true." Dean practically shouted, jumping up and stared Sam in the face.

"No, no. Of course I didn't see myself. I saw a girl get stabbed. I felt her get stabbed. I… I felt her die." Sam closed his eyes at the memory.

"So you think it was a vision?" Dean turned to wash the bloodstains off his hands, suppressing a shudder.

Sam's head snapped up. "Oh my god, we have to find her. We gotta go!" Sam jumped off the toilet, only to fall back down as the vertigo hit him.

"Whoa Sammy. Just hang on." Dean grabbed his shoulders, staring into his eyes. "We'll find her, but you gotta rest first, get your strength back.

"Dean, there is no way I'm going to sleep right now. We gotta find this girl. There was something about her… she is important and we can't let her die." Sam stood, walked into the bedroom, grabbing his laptop from his bag and sat down at a clear area of the table. Dean grabbed some of the weapons, putting the cleaned ones in his weapon bag. Was it really only a few minutes ago he had been cleaning them? With Sam on the computer and Dean not willing to leave him alone to go research at the local library, he settled back down to finish cleaning the weapons.

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Sam gave a world shattering sigh of frustration. He had been searching on the laptop for twelve hours straight and had come up with pretty much nada. Stretching his back out, he gave a quiet gasp of pain. Damn, he had almost forgotten about his chest.

Looking around, he noticed Dean wasn't in the room. The bathroom was empty except for the blood stained sheets soaking in the bathtub. Sam mentally winced at the memory. I am not going to forget this day anytime soon. Hearing the door creak open, he swung around to see Dean walk in, hands full of coffee and a bag of food.

"Hey, nice to see your hands aren't permanently attached to the keyboard anymore, brother." Dean grinned. "You didn't even move when I told you I was grabbing some food."

"Sorry." Sam blinked, grabbing a cup of coffee and started going thru the bag of food, finding sandwiches and potato chips, along with plenty of M&Ms and other bags of junk food.

"So what you got so far? Last I heard, you were mumbling about some girl staking you." Dean lay down on his bed with food in hand.

"No, a vampire staked me. I mean her… I was watching through her eyes, so it was kind of me." Sam sighed in frustration. "She was a hunter, going after a nest of vamps."

"A whole nest? Holy crap, no wonder she died." Dean chomped down on his sandwich, missing Sam glaring in his direction.

"No man. She was amazing. She killed every single one except the Chiang-Shih. That's a really vicious vampire, originating from China. He can destroy entire villages in a single night by himself, even kill weak humans with a glance. He is usually the oldest and very powerful. I think I figured out why she feels important though. I think she was a Dhampir, a child of a vampire, probably her dad. A Dhampir can recognize a vampire right away and has almost superhuman strength, making her a rare human who can kill vamps and barely break a sweat. That's how she kills the entire nest, but I guess it's not enough."

"So this Chang sky-guy kills the dampener-girl?"

"Yeah. The only problem is I can't find anything about this nest. I mean, that warehouse was huge. It had to be part of a major company, but I can't find anything about it. There aren't any missing person reports of victims in an area with big warehouses that jump out. I don't even know what state this is gonna happen in. DAMN IT!" Sam shot out of his seat, throwing his sandwich onto the table and hung his head. "We aren't going to save this girl in time."

"Oh come on Sammy. Remember your vision of Jenny at our old house? That one didn't happen for days."

"Yeah, I guess." Sam lay down on his bed, noticing for the first time the sheet were new. "Where'd you get these?"

Dean tried to hide his smile with a sip of coffee. "I uh… I told the manager you wet your bed."

"DEAN!" Dean burst out laughing, unable to hold it in anymore. Sam rolled his eyes. "Great. You're going to have to check us out now, cause there is no way I'm going up to him."

"Oh come on. It's easier to say that than my brother's chest exploded."

"True." Sam breathed out. His mind was starting to catch up to his body, realizing just how tired he was. "So what do you think we should do about this girl?"

"I don't know. We're just going to have to keep looking until we find something"

"Okay, that sounds… yeah, that sounds good."

"You okay Sammy?" Dean got up and walked over to Sam, pressing a hand on his head, eyes searching his chest for blood.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just tired."

"You sure you want to fall asleep again? I don't want to see another rendition of Alien in here"

"No, it's okay. I just… I need to get some strength back." Sam was quickly slipping away, feeling the bliss of sleep creeping into his bones.

"Okay. I'll be right here Sammy." Dean whispered, sitting on his bed, staring at his brother who had already fallen asleep without hearing that last promise. Please, please don't let him have that vision again. Dean brushed Sam's hair off his face, watching his face for any sign of pain. Damn it Sammy, you just have to be attacked by the one thing I can't protect you from. Dean sighed. Life sucks.

Sorry there wasn't any action in this chapter, but I had to make one to connect the first chapter to the next action part.  So please review and chapter 3 is coming soon.