WinchestersGirl: Thanks! Yeah, priceless :D Here's more!

angel679: Yeah, it is nice. Not sure that Sam might agree, LoL. Thanks! Yeah, hehe, he would. Here's more!

JJaneru: (Sam blushes, LoL) Yeah, he's so cute! Well, it's not like Dean's ever going to admit he's wrong on something:D. Ugh, BBB sucks! Thanks! Yeah, I lvoe when they interact like that on the show. Well, amybe not like that, lol. But it's implied right? Thanks! I'll try! Here's more!

marei: Hey, yeah:D! I can see where you'd think that, cause I wrote this forever ago. Dean IS adorable!Yeah, poor Sammy. As for your question, everything is in chronological order. There are a few that are past but that's mainly the dreams. Does that help? I hope so! and of course:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAREI!

Back in Black

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 8:Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way (8/12)

Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the CW...Chapter titles are lyrics to the ACDC song of the story title. Great song!!!

It was Monday and Dean couldn't say another thing about him worrying. And so worry Sam did.

For breakfast that day they had had pancakes and eggs with a great big cup of fret and apprehension on the side. Enough that Dean couldn't even enjoy his coffee.

By afternoon, the brothers had had everything set up to met with their mysterious creature and had ordered their lunch in and were tossing their bags into the trunk.

"Well, its about time that we get things on the road!" Dean said, trying not so well to hide his excitement that they were finally leaving the hotel room and getting to kill something.

Sam remained silent as he closed at the trunk and then into the passenger seat. Dean followed and cranked up the radio to ease the uncomfortable silence.

They headed down the highway and into the back streets that had been in Sam's vision. The sky was darkening as they parked at the Impala in the covered woods and waited for the creature and/ or car to appear.

"Where the hell are they?" Sam asked as he tossed his sandwich wrapper to the backseat.

They had been waiting for something to arrive for the past three hours. Nothing had passed.

"Hell if I know," Dean snorted, sipping at his milkshake. "You're the one with the visions."

Sam gave him a look, but he had to admit, he was the one with the visions. So, Sam closed his eyes and tried to think back to the dreams that he had had the week before. Nothing seemed to pin point him t o a specific time, just the girls driving down this road singing to the radio and then a creature jumped on top of the car.

Once they had stopped moving, the creature ripped the door open and then pulled the girls into the road, where it had proceeded to rip the girl's apparent. The last girl, the one that Sam had thought to be Jessica, was the last.

The creature had leaned into real close, as if telling her something. Sam couldn't hear anything that they said. Then, when he had thought everything to be over and the creature began to back away, it slashed out at her head.

Sam watched as the head rolled away from the slumped body, straight towards the feet of the creature.

Dean watched as Sam seemed to relax into a dream state. Great, now he sleeps, he thought. Then, Sam's body started to fidget. Dean watched closely as Sam frown and his breathing grew tired.

"Sam?" he asked as he placed the shake onto the dashboard. Sam started moaning as Dean grasped him around the shoulders. "Sammy, wake up."

Sam started to shake harder and tried to get out of Dean's grasp.

"Sammy, wake up man. You're having a nightmare."

The words had no effect on his brother and Dean wondered if since the kid had finally gone to sleep, and they were back at Stanford, Sam's dreams of Jess had returned. He didn't want to think about that, since it was just recently that they had started to wean down.

"Sammy, come on, wake up!"

Sam watched the head stop just short of the creature's feet, only that they weren't 'feet'; they were a pair of sneakers. Sam started to shake; he had recently seen those shoes.

Sam's vision started to get blurry again, as if he was leaving it. Sam for once didn't want it to end and actually willed himself to stay. It was the first time that Sam had ever tried this and he was amazed that he could do it.

Sam's vision pulled back again and this time moved up to the creature. As the creature turned away from the crime scene, Sam got a good look at what was he had feared would be a hideous monstrous face.

"Sammy, come on kiddo, wake up!" Dean looked around the car, still nothing had arrived. He was stating to get worried; Sam had been in this dream far longer than he usually was. Dean was starting to think that Sam might be in a vision, rather than a nightmare, because he had always been able to get him out of those.

"Sammy, please, come on. You're freaking me out, dude."

As the words left his lips, Sam's breathing started to pick up and his body quit shaking. Then, before Dean could move away, Sam shot upright, crashing into him.

"Ahh," Dean cried as he released Sam and sank into the seat.

Sam turned to him and reached up to hold his own head.

"You okay, kiddo?" Dean asked a second later, moving back besides him.

Sam looked him over and glanced over to the road. Still clear. He recalled that the sky had been darker, and figured that they had at least another two hours.

Dean grabbed at Sam's chin and forced him to look back at him.

"What happened?"

"I saw…"Sam started. But he stopped; he wasn't sure what he had seen. It couldn't have been true.

"Sammy? What is it?" Sam could see the worry written all over his brother's face.

Dean could see the panic and green cross Sam's face. Without thought, he reached across Sam and pushed the passenger door open. He pushed Sam out of the opened door and slide out behind him.

Sam rushed further away from the car before dropping to his knees and allowing the sandwich to reappear. Dean stood behind him and held his shoulders as Sam ralphed the little that he had been able to eat that day.

Dean pulled him back to the lean on the car before sitting down besides him. He placed the back of his hand to Sam's forehead and was slightly alarmed to find that it was warm to the touch.

"Sammy, you're sick." Sam looked back at him and leaned into Dean's hand.

"It's Barry. He's something Dean. He's gonna kill them." And now Dean felt sick too.

tbc...Thursday...I love Reivews!:D...After Thurs. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update. Kinda sick at the moment...Fevers suck :(