Chapter 2...

Sam rolled his eyes, even though he knew this was about to be a bad situation. He did feel bad about worrying his brother, but he didn't want to say, 'Oh, hey, Dean?Yea, my vision was of you dying. Tough luck with that.'

"So?" he heard come from Dean as he was helped up.

"What 'so'?" Sam said, trying to play it off. Dean grunted angrily.

"What was your vision of?" Dean asked forcefully. Again Sam hesitated. He didn't know how to word this. Dean grabbed his wrist, surprising him.

"Stop fucking with me!" yelled Dean. Sam then broke down, tears pouring over his cheeks. He dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands. Dean, taken aback, just stared. When the shock wore off, he knelt down next to his baby brother.

"Sammy?" Dean tried. Sam looked at him as though not really seeing him. Sam proceeded to tell his hero the moment of his downfall. When he was finished, Sam looked away, suddenly aware of the tears. Dean sat a moment, letting it all digest. He was going to die?

"Listen to me, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere. Who else is going to save your ass when you can't? Trust me, I'm staying right here." Dean told Sam, trying to convince himself in the process. Sam just got up and laid down on his bed.

"How are we going to dodge this one, Dean?" Sam asked quietly. Dean didn't know how to answer to that. He sighed and sat on his own bed.

"How am I going to miss out on taking all the ladies from you? 'Cause god knows how better looking I am." Dean said with his charming smile. His attempt to lighten the mood had been successful as he heard a laugh come from Sam.

"Right, man. Whatever floats your boat." Sam shot back. Dean snorted and laid back on the bed.

"Whatever floats–? That's all you got?" Dean said.

"Shut up, dude. Go to sleep." Dean smiled as he turned off the light.


sry it was short...been a long day...so?

tbc?