Thanks again for all your reviews guys, I really appreciate them, I apologise

for any spelling mistakes I just get so carried away on the story…… Anyway here is the next chapter hope you enjoy!…. (oh I should add that some may find it a little gory)

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Chapter 4

Sam lay curled on the bed facing the motel door. The pain that was now travelling through his body had taken its toll on him and he drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

The familiar taste of blood filled his mouth, coupled with the intense pressure in his head.

'No! Not now.' He thought to himself as the vision began to unfold.

A matured black woman sat on her porch, humming as she rocked and knitted what appeared to be a scarf. This vision seemed different as Sam could only see it from one angle, almost as if watching from a distance. The woman suddenly stopped humming and looked up as if she could sense someone was watching her. Placing down her knitting, she stood as fast as her body would allow and made her way to her door.

Sam could now tell that the vision was through someone's eyes as the woman was followed inside the house. The door was slowly swung open as the watcher stepped into the house and looked around. There was no sign of the woman, although the watcher made his or her way straight to the kitchen situated at the back of the house.

Now in the kitchen, the woman stood with an object that she held as a form of defence. It was made of wood, bone and feathers; she chanted and shook the object as the watcher drew closer.

"aahahaha…… You stupid old woman! Did you really think you could stop me?" There was a brief pause, followed with more chuckling as the woman struck.

Sam's heart stopped as his horrors were confirmed. The voice of the watcher was his, the hands that grabbed the woman were his and the hand, that slit the woman's throat, slowly tearing deep into the flesh, was his. Sam felt revolted, hot tears ran began to flow down his cheeks as the vision continued.

He now saw himself…. One hand held the woman upright by her blouse as the other assisted to drain the blood into a clay jar. The blood streamed out of her body and coated his wrist as some escaped to the ground. The woman was barely alive, her voice was barely audible as she choked and gurgled on the thick liquid that seeped from her lips.

Her eyes stared at the ceiling, before slowly beginning to close as the life drained from her body. The blood spilled over onto the floor as the jar overflowed. Sam watched himself drink the rich, dark liquid. It coated his lips and dripped down his chin. He proceeded to lick the excess around his mouth before closing the jar. He stared and smiled at the lifeless body .

"I enjoyed that." He spoke, making his way to the door……

The vision faded as Sam gasped in sheer horror at what he just had seen.

------------------------------

Dean opened the motel door to find Sam still curled on his bed, facing the opposite direction. He closed the door behind him and watched his brother flinch slightly.

"Hey, I've got your stuff." Dean walked over to Sam, holding a crumpled white paper bag.

He went to sit on his own bed and faced his brother, waiting for a response.

"Sammy? What's wrong?" Dean could now see Sam's face, noticing the tears and horror that filled his brother's eyes.

"Sam?…Come on…..Talk to me." Dean spoke softly and moved over to sit next to his brother.

"Dean! oh god…..wha….I…..the woman…..we…you….have to save her!" Sam's voice broke and trembled as he attempted to sit up, unsuccessfully.

Now lying on his back, Sam continued to try and explain his fears to his brother. He was physically weak and now felt scared and confused. His attempts to speak in sentences failed and his emotions took over as more warm tears trickled from his eyes. Dean was confused and concerned for Sam as he observed his attempts to speak coherently. Dean watched his younger brother helplessly become overwhelmed with emotion. He squeezed Sam's shoulders, eventually bringing his brother into an embrace. Dean held on as Sam broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shh, it's okay Sammy." Rubbing Sam's back, he felt the younger man slowly calm down.

"It's gonna be okay Sam, try to relax." A few moments passed as they remained in the embrace.

When Sam was finally calm enough, he pulled away and lay back down.

"Dean I don't know what's wrong with me." Still feeling fragile, Sam spoke softly.

Observing Dean's confused expression, he continued.

"Before I blacked out, I heard a voice, a woman I think, she said soon I'll be hers." Sam cleared his throat and continued. "And now I've just seen myself do something terrible Dean! Oh God…!" Sam stopped as he felt his stomach gurgle, his mouth filled with saliva and he knew what was to follow.

Unable to speak he placed his hand over his mouth as bile crept up into his throat. Sam gazed at the bathroom and attempted to stand, only managing to sit up. Dean placed the metal bin in front of his younger brother before he leaned over it and expelled the contents of stomach. Sam continued to dry heave as his body convulsed, he struggled to catch his breath before he groaned and raised his head slightly.

The room was spinning; he closed his eyes as he felt the throbbing return to his head. Dean sat opposite to his brother, ready to assist if he was needed. He handed Sam a damp towel as he took the bin aside, wincing as caught a glimpse of the contents.

Sam shook as he took deep breaths; he turned to Dean, who was holding out a cup of water.

"Sorry." He said faintly as he accepted the water.

"Don't worry Sam, we will figure this out okay?" Dean spoke firmly to try and reassure his brother who was now desperately weak and frightened.

"What I did to that woman Dean..." He paused and took a deep breath "I killed her, slit her throat and dra…..drank her blood!" He shook his head at the thought.

Dean didn't know what to say as he tried to make sense of what he had heard. Passing his hand through his hair, he stood and walked toward the laptop on the small table next to the door. Turning the laptop on he faced Sam.

"Look I don't know what's going but I'm gonna find out, you wont kill anyone…..I'm not gonna let anything like that happen." He rubbed his hands over his face.

"You don't look so good bro, take some medicine and try to get some rest, okay?" Sam nodded, his head facing the ground as he sat on the edge of the bed, unable move.

"Dean, could you help me to the bathroom?" He asked and pushed back the hair from his face with one hand.

Dean immediately stood at Sam's request and walked over to him. He crouched down and took Sam's arm over his shoulder, assisting him to the bathroom door.

"You'll be okay from here, right?" He asked as he gave Sam a smirk.

"Yeah I'll be fine, thanks." Sam shot Dean a frown as he responded, slightly embarrassed.

Sam held onto the wall as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I know it's not as long, I'll make sure the next one is…Thanks for reading, please review!