Hey everyone!

I've been really busy for the past week, and haven't found much time for writing. But I've scraped the up and I'm actually pretty pleased with it.

i hope you enjoy and it would be appreciated if you left a review x

Sam and Dean sat in complete silence, Sam strumming his fingers against the impala's elegant frame, Dean completely focused on the road. The tension in the car was building, and so was Sam's uncomfortableness, he was desperately deciding whether or not to break the silence.

Sam coughed.

Sam glanced at his stubborn brother; no evidence of any reaction.

Sam started to strum his fingers again.

Would his brother ever just fucking give up? It was taking every ounce of Dean's restraint not to do something terrible like crash his baby, and Sam's awkward allergy to silence wasn't helping to relieve his tension.

Dean needed to spend a couple of of hours away from his little brother, go flirt with some bar maid's and have a couple of beers, but he knows that just isn't possible any more.

He knows all too well what would happen if he did, and as much as his little brother infuriates him, Dean couldn't even think about letting something terrible like that happen.

But the image of the anger on Sam's face when he'd 'exorsised' that demon was making it hard for Dean to tolerate his brother right now.

"So... where to now?"

Dean said nothing, simple slotting a Led Zeppelin tape into the player, and turning up the volume as loud as it could go.

Sam winced as the deafening electric guitar solo flooded the car, rolling his eyes and sighing at Deans childishness.

This car ride was going to last forever.

They pulled into an abandoned gas stop as the sun was rising, the scene unusually attractive for a world turned so gruesome and cruel.

Checking the rear view mirror, Sam could see Bobby pulling up after them. All three of them had gone days without sleep, and Sam realised they'd just broken day 3 with the rising of the sun.

He felt the pressure of a building headache start to appear, and blamed it on his lack of sleep. Constant headaches and illness was nothing unusual nowadays. You could almost be grateful that it wasn't a crote bite.

Dean got out of the car as soon as he possibly could, which sam picked up on, his stomach sinking.

The pain of his headache grew suddenly and he winced, clenching his hands into a tight fist.

Two piercing yellow eyes flashed across his vision, dissapearing as quickly as they'd appeared.

The pain fading to a dull throb, and he opened his eyes.

What the fuck?

He had no time to look deeper into what that could possibly mean, jumping as Bobby knocked on the dusty window of the impala.

Smiling reasurringly, he slinked out of the car. Bobby observed him with a suspicious eye.

"Alright there Sam?"

Sam smiled again.

"Yeah. I mean, fine. Just tired and sleep deprived."

Yeah, that's a convincing explanation for what had just happened.

"Sure. That's understandable."

Deans shouts rang loud and clear through the gas station, Sam going cold and immediately reaching for his gun, Bobby reacting just as quickly.

Through the dusty glass of the gas station, Sam could see the twisted body of a crote approaching his apparently disarmed brother.

"Dean..."

Sam and Bobby burst through the door of the gas station, Sam going cold as he saw the intertwined and tangled mess of Dean and the crote, Dean trying to push the crote away from his exposed neck.

Bobby tried to take aim, but it wasn't a clear shot.

Fuck, it wasn't a clear shot.

And as much as he knew it would endlessly piss his brother off, the pensive burning of his powers was overwhelming, and he held his hand up.

Closing his eyes, Sam focused everything on getting the pale monster off of his brother. The surging energy was overwhelming, and the euphoria of it tingling at his fingertips was like an incredible high, he felt invincible.

Sam splayed his fingers, feeling the energy radiate outwards. A hard thud forced him to open his eyes. Brought out of his trance likestate, he was forced to acknowledge his piercing headache and the drop of blood running down his lips.

He'd succeeded, the crote was lying motionless against the wall, but he could felt the judgemental eyes of Dean and Bobby fixed on him.

Dean had uprighted himself, and he was brushing himself off, his motions angry and blunt.

"I'll leave you two boys to talk."

Sam looked up at Bobby as he slowly exited the gas station, swinging his shotgun by his side.

Dean shook his head, and began to walk towards the exit.

"Dean. Wait."

Dean froze.

"I'm sorr-"

Before Sam even got the chance to finish his sentence, Dean's fist had connected with Sam's cheek, and Sam was stumbling back from the force of Dean's punch.

"Do you know how much danger you're putting us in?" Dean hissed, angry as all hell.

Sam, shocked and taken aback, wiped the blood cautiously from his lip.

"You're giving in to exactly want the yellow eyed demon wanted you to do."

"I only do it to help you."

Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

"You do it for yourself Sam, because it makes you feel better."

Sam shook his head, casting his eyes downwards.

"I'm only going to say this once. If you ever do that again, you're out. I can't have you putting us in danger."

Sam felt his insides churning at the anger and spite in deans words, choking to hold back tears.

"Please Dean, Just think about-"

"You know what Dad told me right before he-" Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, "-died? He told me I'd have to kill you if you became evil."

Silence fell between the boys as Sam tried to process.

Sam nodded, holding back tears. He waited for a second just to see If Dean might apologise, before walking out of the gas station.

The colour was mostly drained from the night sky, and it's beauty was comforting.

He savoured the frigidity of the air, it's coldness envoloping him and seeping through his jacket.

He felt terrible. His head was pounding, his insides felt entirely curdled and what Dean had said to him wouldn't stop replaying in his head. He walked to the impala, resting his tired body against it's slender frame.

"Sam." Bobby said in greeting, coming to stand next to him.

They both looked into the gas station as Dean walked around, searching the place for anything worth taking.

Bobby took a deep breath before talking.

"You know he only wants the best for you Sammy."

Sam chuffed, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah I know. I just don't see why he doesn't want me to use-" Sam stammered, unsure of what to call his abilities. "-my powers."

"It's cos he don't know how to control them. He don't know how to be alright with you being different."

Sam stayed silent, wishing he had some pain relief or even some alcohol to soothe his growing headache.

"Fuck, this headaches really-"

A blinding hot pain shot through his body, crying out as he felt himself fall to the ground and his vision dimming, the world shifting to a dark road, with a welcoming sign for 'Port Townsend.'

Another sudden shudder brought him to a decrepit and dusty main room, paint peeling from every wall. A young woman, and a girl no more than 8 sat huddled behind a moth eaten coach, intertwined in each other arms.

Sam's vision was jolting, switching from one view to another in lightning speed. A pounding at the door made the young girl cry and whine, her mother clutching her closer and shushing her frantically.

A rough voice shouted to let 'them' in, the girl whimpering as her mum clamped her hand over the girls mouth.

His vision shuddered suddenly to the same eerie image of the yellow eyes for a split second, and he was brought back to the waking world.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this weeks chapter xx