Sorry it took so long I've been sick, still am. But hopefully this chapter is worth the wait.

The Best Night of Your Life!

Dean sat in his Impala trying to figure out what Sam was hiding. Dean knew something was up with his brother, and he just wasn't going to stop till he found out what.

Okay, so Sam is obviously keeping a hell of a secret from me, but what? He is clearly having visions, I know that, but something just isn't normal about them. These visions are causing Sam tremendous amounts of pain, and I just don't know how long Sam can withstand the pain. "What could Sam see in his visions that are so bad he cannot even tell me?" Dean sighed, "God, Sam why are you so damn stubborn."

"I can't think like this, I need a drink." Dean told himself as he pulled into 40 Down, a local bar.

Dean had just sat down at the bar when the perky bartender asked, "What will it be?"

"One beer," Dean yelled over the loud music

"Coming up, anything else," she yelled.

"Nn…" Dean cut himself off as he looked up and finally noticed the bartender's sexy, slender, brunette who was flirting with him. "…Yeah, can I get your number and a date?" Dean said flashing a smile, "And it would help if I got your name."

"Yes, yes, and my name is Diana." She said sweetly. Let me grab your beer, be right back."

She came back with a beer five minutes later. "So, I get off in ten minutes, you want that date now 'cuz we can go back to my place?"

Dean was shocked, "Uh…yeah sure." Dean said.

Score, I am getting some action tonight.

Diane came back exactly ten minutes later.

"So are you ready for the best night of your life?" She said in a sexy, soft, velvety tone, as she grabbed Dean's hand and left the bar.

Sam sat in his hospital bed trying to find an answer to Dean's question. 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 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?

I don't need these tests. There isn't anything wrong with me, why can't Dean just turn down the dramatics, and trust me? I know how it may have locked when I had those fits, but they are, were just side effects of my visions. "The vision of me dying," Sam said sadly, "I have to stop it from happening. I can't, won't leave Dean all alone. All we have is each other."

I guess I can do the damn test for Dean's sake, but he will be extremely disappointed that he was wrong about the fits, Sam thought.

Sam turned towards the annoying tic-tocking of the clock on the left wall over the window, 12:47. God, Dean has been gone a while, I hope nothing happened? ... What am I worried about…it is Dean…He is probably with some chick who is strutting around in Victoria secret lingerie, and if I know Dean, he has probably discovered Victoria's Secret by now.

Sam let out a quiet laugh as he thought about some easy playmate strutting around Dean.

Dean looked at the blue tinted light on the alarm clock , 1:20. Dean jumped up immediately looking for his boxers and all his other cloths that were thrown around Diana's room before heading to the bathroom.

"…Dean…" Diana said sleepily.

"Oh shit, I got to get out of here. Sam needs me. He must be freaking out." Dean laughed, thinking of his brother's bitching and bickering about him coming in at all times of the night, before he headed out of Diana's house and to the Impala.

Dean started the engine of his precious Impala, and listened to its panther-like purr before he sped down the rode toward Sammy and hopefully, an answer to his question.

I took all the messages and comments y'all left to heart and hopefully y'all liked this Dean-centric chapter. If y'all have any other ideas please comment because this fanfic is for you and I want you all to enjoy it. R&R please!!!!!!!!!!