Part Three
Dean sat in the darkness, a blank look on his face. He'd tried to get Sam to go back to the hospital but Sam had refused and Dean had given up. Then Sam had turned on him; he'd accused Dean of not caring. He'd said that Dean had never really wanted to get out of the deal anyways. Dean had wanted to tell Sam that he was wrong, he did care. He wanted to tell Sam how scared he was. But he couldn't, he had to romaine strong; for Sam's sake. So he'd said nothing. Sam had called him a coward; Dean had shrugged inwardly at that. Then Sam had hit a nerve. He'd said that their Dad had been a coward too, and that Dean was just like him. Dean had clenched his fists and held back but Sam wanted a reaction so he kept on talking. He said things that he wouldn't normally say. Then Sam had called him selfish and self centred. Dean had unclenched his fists and pushed Sam backwards and he told Sam to 'shut up', "I've spent my entire life looking after you and yet I'm the one who's selfish? I've always been there for you Sam, I never left you…hell you're the one who ran way! But me…I tried to keep this family together! It I was self-centred I wouldn't have done that, I wouldn't have bothered. I've always tried my best, tried to keep it together but that's never enough. I've given up everything for this family but I'm the selfish one? That's bullshit Sam and you know it" Dean had stopped talking at that point. He'd forgotten that they were near the hospital. He didn't want people to hear his business so he turned and started to walk towards the car park. Sam had called his name and Dean had turned around. Sam's eyes were full of guilt but Dean was pissed, he was glad that Sam felt guilty. 'Just get in the car' he'd said and he'd continued walking towards the car park. Sam had apologised but Dean had ignored it. They'd driven back to the motel in complete silence; both of them were lost in their own thoughts. When they had gotten back to the motel Sam had made some excuse about needing fresh air and he's gone for a walk. That had been a couple of hours ago. As Dean sat in the darkness, trying to make sense of what had happened. He wasn't mad at Sam; he'd been through a lot lately…well the both had. He realised that he shouldn't have let Sam go out on his own, not so soon after the vision. What would happen if he had another one? He pulled out his cell and he called Sam.
Sam ignored the incoming call; he didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment. He hadn't meant any of the things that he'd said to Dean. Sam was confused, he'd tried to stop halfway through but he couldn't, it was almost as if someone else was talking. But that just wasn't possible...right? Sam felt like he was losing his mind. He walked down the pathway that lead back to the motel. Dean was his priority now; he wasn't going to let him die. Hell he wasn't going to be the one killed him! Sam could still see the vision. It seemed like someone had pressed play and now the image of Dean dying was playing over and over. Sam didn't know what to do; he wanted to go back to the motel...and tell Dean how sorry he was. But if his vision was correct...well it meant that he was...dangerous.
Dean checked his phone one more time; there were no messages/miscalls. He still hadn't heard from Sam. There was a game on TV but Dean wasn't paying attention to it. There was a noise and Dean froze. Someone was there. He turned off the television and he grabbed his .44 and stood up slowly. He looked around; he couldn't see anything. Dean took a step forward. He could hear his racing heartbeat as he inched closer towards the middle of the room. He'd definitely heard something.
Suddenly Sam felt a sharp pain in his head. It was like a headache but a 1000 time worse. He grabbed his head and he gasped. He tried to take deep breaths but the pain was too much. He could hear voices inside his head but he couldn't understand what they were saying. They were all talking at the same time. Sam felt like his head was about to explode. What was happening to him? It wasn't a vision; he couldn't see anything. Where was everybody? The pathway had disappeared but Sam didn't realise because he couldn't see anything. Then a bright light appeared but the light was sinister somehow. The light became darker and Sam could just make out the outline of something. Then the pain stopped and something floated out of Sam. Sam's vision was still blurred but he realised what had happened. A person was materialising in front of him. They had their back to him so he couldn't see their face. The person had longish black hair and they wore tight-fitting clothes. Sam frowned, did he know this dude? He seemed familiar.
"Of course you know me" the person said as they turned around slowly, "We're the same person". Sam's eyes widened in shock as he saw who the person was. He found himself staring at a darker version of himself.