Sorry y'all I had to think a bit. I think I might be going crazy. Please review I feel like my story really sucks, and I need some encouragement and criticism!!!!!!!!!

How to Keep a Secret

"Dean?" Said weakly, scared that his brother had left his side.

"I'm right here Sammy. Do you need something, anything?" Dean questioned.

"I don't feel so hot right now." Sam said sickly.

"And you don't look so hot either, that is why I get all the ladies. You know that Sam." Dean quipped before he saw his brothers pale, saddened face.

"Dean" Sam said sadly trying to wash away his brother's sad attempt at a joke.

"Sam, you were just beaten within an inch of your life and just had a seizure. All I was trying to do was lighten the mood, if not for you for me. Sam I can't go on without you. You are my only family. And I you die, I die." Dean said seriously.

God Dean! Why did you have to say that, after what I just saw. I can't believe this. I am probably going to die and Dean just said he is willing to die with me or for me. I can't let this happen. I got to stop fate. I got to stop death…I can't just not go, Dean might be kill if I do that…I can't tell Dean what I saw in my vision. I just can't,

"SAM…SAMMY?"

"Huh?"

"Sam where did you go? You looked like you left me for a minute" Dean said.

"I was just thinking, Dean. Don't worry."

"Sam, I am way past worried I am getting a doctor." Dean said as he walked out of Sam's

Sam sat in his room silently pondering on his vision.

"Dean do you see him?" Sam yelled his brother who was walking down the stairs and into the doorway.

"No, he disappeared again." Dean said angrily, "I feel like we're playing freakin' game of cat and mouse… and guess what Sammy? We aren't the cats."

"Shhh..." Said Sam, "I think I heard something…" Sam looked around trying to find the sound. "There…No over there…no wait a second…THER-"

"SAM" Dean shouted as he whirled around. His baby brother was dangling at least four feet off the ground. His legs were swaying freely like two limp noodles. And holding him up…was Robert Grey's ghostly figure.

His ghastly wide eyes seemed to stare in your soul, as he cruel, haunting face looked into Sam's big hazel, no glistening eyes. His pasty white hands locked around Sam's neck like a cobra tightening it's grip around it's victim as it moves in for the deadly bite.

Sam's body slowly suffocated as it went from tan, to red, to blue…before falling freely to the cold hard wood floors.

As Sam relived his vision over again, old memories of his attack came back like a bullet to the head…

When Dean walked back in the room when Sam's doctor they were shocked and frightened by what they saw.

Sam's eyes were rolled back in his head, while he violently gasped for breath, and suffered from short spasms.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, shocked at the horrific sight of his younger brother.

The doctor yelled down the halls for a nurse, as beeps and sirens went off all around Sam's room. Panic seized Dean as his knees gave way, and buckled , tears falling from his eyes.

"Sir you got to wait outside … sir…sir?"

Dean slowly got up desperately willing himself to leave Sam's side so they can heal him. So that they can stop all the spasms going through Sam's body.

'Where am I? Is this the Grey's Estate?... NO! I am suppose to be at the hospital?'

'Wait what his that…Dean?'

"Sammy, where did it go?"

Oh god. I remember this is where it all happened. I have to see what happened…

"I don't know De-"

"SAMMY"

Oh god. I remember now…He grabbed me from behind and lifted me up in the air. It was like he was somehow ahead of us. Like he was…oh no…a psychic. Even as a spirit he is still in touch with his powers. That is how he did it. That is how he murdered his family. That is how he almost murdered me. And if I can't stop it how he will murder me again. I can't let this happen to me, to Dean, to anyone else out there. I have to wake up. WAKE UP!

"DEAN" Sam yelled as he jolted awake.

"Sam I am right here. What is wrong?"

"I remember. I remember what happened."

"Slow down Sam. What do you remember?"

"Robert Grey he isn't a normal spirit. He is…was…still is a psychic. That is how he hurt me…and how he will hur-"

Sam halted mid-sentence. I can't tell Dean about my vision. It will only make this worst. It has to remain a secret…it just has too, for mine and Dean's sake.

"How he will hurt what Sam" Dean demanded.

"…how he will hurt others if we don't stop him soon." Sam replied.

"So when did you remember?"

"Just now, Dean we have to get out of here. We have to stop him now. We got to salt and burn him quick."

"NO" Dean yelled

"What do you mea-?"

"Sam, we aren't leaving this hospital until we find out what is wrong with you. So are you going to tell me how you really feel? Or do I have to take to take the doctor up on his offer of an MRI? It is your decision, and if you don't make I will make it for you." Dean said irritably.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's note: It started out a little rough but I think it came together. And please review and tell me if you find any mistakes so I can fix those thanks!