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Chapter 5

Dean stared at his brother's pale lax face not understanding what was going on. He touched Sam's forehead found no fever. Dean frowned. He called out his brother's name while tapping his cheeks. Nothing….Sam chose to stay unconscious.

" What's wrong with him? " James asked Dean again trying to find out what's going on.

"Like I said I don't know" Dean snapped angrily. He steadied Sam with his arms as he pulled Sam into a sitting position. He need to get Sam into the car and then to a hospital. James offered his help and much to Dean's annoyance he had to take it. His bruised ribs were not helping him with the dead weight of Sam. They got Sam onto the passenger seat and Dean buckled the seat belt so that Sam wouldn't get hurt more. James was eyeing them with suspicious look which made Dean uneasy.

" He must be just tired." Dean said looking at Sam's pale face with dark circles under his eyes. " Things had been bad last few days" Dean said walking to the driver side. James looked as he took the reasoning and didn't question further. Both of them did look like crap, especially Sam.

"I still need to talk with you about …" James was cut off by Dean's angry voice.

" Look…I'll talk with you later. I gotta take Sam to a doc." James nodded and Dean got into the car cursing the man. How could he be so clueless….Dean looked at Sam and start the engine.

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Dean debated whether he should take Sam to the hospital or not but drove there nevertheless. People don't just pass out and Sam doesn't even have a fever. Dean came to the conclusion that kid is exhausted. Hell past few days Sam had spend most of his time in the hospital with him and then yesterday. Dean felt guilty for kicking Sam out of the room. Sam had been looking after him although Dean wasn't exactly happy about it. But it was ok for some extent. After all he did, Dean asked him to leave. Dean cursed and kicked himself mentally for what he did.

Dean's thoughts were broken with a soft moan as they arrived at the car park of the hospital. Dean immediately looked at Sam. He stopped the Impala and got out of the car. Within minutes Dean was next to Sam taking off the seat belt. Sam moaned again and his eyes fluttered open. He blinked his eyes and stared at Dean.

" Hey" Dean said relieved that Sam was awake. Sam looked around rubbing his forehead.

"Motel?" Sam muttered. His head was throbbing and Sam wanted nothing than to curl on his bed and go to sleep.

" No we are at the hospital" Dean said scanning the younger boy. Sam's eyes widened.

" Why are we here?" Sam asked struggling to stay focus.

" Because you passed out on me"

" Huh?"

" What did you remember last?" Dean asked and Sam frowned at it. It was fuzzy and then the switched turned on. " James and the car park" Dean nodded. Sam remembered the vision and he shuddered at the memory. " Come on Sam…" Dean said touching Sam's shoulders. "We gotta get inside and get you checked."

Sam looked at Dean questioning why he had dragged him here. Then he remembered that Dean had amnesia and realized since he doesn't know, this vision thing and passing out must have freaked out his brother. Sam tried to smile at Dean. He squeezed Dean's hand lightly. " I'm ok man…let's go the motel" Dean looked at with him disbelief. " What do you mean you are ok? dude you passed out and you were shivering and holding your head…" Dean noticed that Sam was rubbing his temple again. " You got a headache?"

" Yeah…that's all" Sam swallowed hard. He felt dizzy and beaten up. God his head is almost splitting and Dean doesn't make it any easier. Dean was still staring at Sam and he wasn't ready to take it as a no.

" Sam let's go"

" Motel"

"Sam…"

"Dean!" Sam almost whined. His eyes were shut and Sam's breathing was a little bit labored for Dean's liking.

"Don't you Dean me" Dean snapped angrily. Sam looked at him tiredly and painfully.

"please Dean…"

"But…"

"Motel" Dean threw his arms frustrated. Sam winced when Dean slammed the door shut. He stormed back to the car and slipped into the driver seat cursing.

"It's just a headache….please Dean…can we go? 'm tired" Sam mumbled and rested his forehead on the cooling window, taking the comfort of it. Dean felt so lost and helpless.
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel feeling frustrated and angry. Sam winced at the sound of thump and opened his eyes. He looked at Dean who was fuming next to him and glaring at him. If looks can kill, Sam was no where alive.

"Dean…" Sam gave his best puppy dogs eyes.

"Aargh" Dean said angrily and started the engine. "Put on your seat belt." Dean muttered and next moment Sam was struggling to buckle it. Dean leaned and buckled it. Sam gave him a small smile and shifted as much as the seat belt would allow him and leaned on the window. Soon Sam was asleep and Dean drove muttering to himself.

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Dean next problem occurred when he tried to get Sam into the motel room. He woke up Sam but Sam was too out of it to help Dean properly. Despite of his still healing ribs Dean had to haul Sam inside to his motel room. Dean laid Sam on the bed and dropped on the bed next to him exhausted. He was panting heavily trying to catch his breathe. He absently rubbed his forehead. His own headache had become worsen with every thing around him getting tensed. Once he was back to his normal breathing Dean looked at his brother who was back to his sleep. Dean gave him a minute to collect himself and stood up. He went through his bags and found some Tylenol. Getting a glass of water Dean went to his brother's side. Sam's sleep seemed to be restless. He was lightly tossing and turning his head. Dean took off his shoes and shook him lightly. Sam mumbled something unintelligible but didn't open his eyes. Dean shook him again and called his name, trying to wake up the younger man. Sam slowly opened his eyes blinked owlishly at Dean. Dean slipped his arm under Sam and got him into a sitting position. He groaned when his sore body protested and Dean's groan got Sam awake at least. Sam was propped against the headboard with the pillow and Dean handed him Tylenol and instructed him to drink it. Sam rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at Dean who was still slightly panting. " You K?" Sam asked handing the glass back, his eyes were closing and Sam blinked them trying to stay awake. Dean grimaced but nodded. "Get some sleep Sam." Dean said helping him to take off his jacket and to lie back and tucking the younger hunter in. Dean rested his hand on Sam's forehead and was relieved that there wasn't any fever. Sam leaned into the touch making Dean uneasy at the trust Sam was showing and guilty for his earlier behaviors. Dean sighed deeply and went to the bathroom. He brought back a cool wash cloth and placed it on Sam's forehead hoping it would ease some of the pain. Dean slowly made his way to the other bed, kicked his shoes and rolled on to his back. Stealing another glance at his sleeping brother Dean dozed off with his own killer headache.

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Dean opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling wondering how long he had slept. His headache seemed to be there but it was less painful than before he went to sleep. He sat groggily and looked at his watch. 4.10 p.m. Great they missed their dinner. He looked at Sam who was still sound asleep. Dean stumbled out of the bed and went inside the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water to wake up properly. Yawning and ignoring the rumble coming from his empty stomach he went to Sam's side. The wash cloth had slid down and become dry. Dean took it away and kept it on the nightstand. Sam stirred slightly at the movement inside the room. Dean grabbed the jacket from the chair and put it on. When he took the Impala keys and the phone Sam was sitting on the bed looking at Dean sleepily.

" Hey" Sam said softly observing his older brother.

" Hey yourself. How ya feeling?"

"Crap…"

" Headache?"

"Better…thanks Dean" Dean shrugged at him.

" I'm gonna get some food. Is it ok if I leave?" Sam nodded. When Dean opened the door Sam called him. Dean looked back.

"Don't deal with James alone whatever he says. There's something wrong with him and I just can't get it" Dean nodded. Not only Sam was feeling weird about James. Dean had been feeling uneasy around the man too.

"Yeah you and me both." Dean muttered to himself and went out closing the door. Dean tried to recall whether he knew James but it wasn't that easy. Dean suddenly remembered James saying that he knew John. Dean took out the phone and speed dialed John's number. He tried to call him several time yesterday after Sam went but failed miserably. It rang and went to the voice mail. Dean muttered a curse angrily at John's lack of responding. But he left a voice mail saying that they met a hunter called James Austin and if he knew anything about him call Dean as fast as possible since James had information about their mom's death. Satisfied Dean drove the Impala away.

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Sam sat on the bed staring at the door aimlessly His headache was not that bad but it was still there. More painkillers and some more sleep would hopefully get rid of it. Sam was glad that he had some sleep without his disturbing nightmares. He saw his vision in his dreams before he took the pills and after that he even didn't has them. Sam realized that he must have been too exhausted even to have dreams. He thought about the vision and wondered what it meant. Usually the visions were about someone else dying. It hardly ever involved himself in it. Sam shuddered at the thought. It's scary seeing him in a vision. Sam thought how he's gonna tell Dean about the visions. His brother was clearly freaked out with what happened and Sam knew he might get more freaked out when he finds out Sam sees death visions and has some little powers with telekinesis. Sam wondered whether Dean was really freaked out when he first found all this at Max's place. Well he did say that he didn't. Sam fondly recalled when Dean said that he got something Max didn't have and that's Dean…yeah true but it was then. This Dean barely seemed to trust him. Speaking of trust he has lots of stuff still to be said to Dean. Sam reached for his jacket and took out the key of his own motel room and went outside to get into his room.

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When Dean went back to the room carrying their food Sam was sleeping curled into his side. Dean placed the food on the nightstand and Sam stirred at the sound. He stretched his legs and sat up leaning on the headboard. Dean silently handed him a burger and started on his own one sitting on his bed and flicking channels in the TV.

"Dean" Sam called out after taking a bite in his burger.

"Hmmm." Dean looked at Sam from the TV. Sam was giving him a funny look.

"What?" Dean asked, his mouth full of food.

"You remember what happened in the car park…James" Dean nodded wondering where this is leading to.

"Ihadavision" Sam said so fast Dean didn't catch a thing he said. Dean shut the TV off and turned at Sam giving his full attention to him." What?"

Sam looked at him painfully and took a deep breathe. Dean started to feel worried again.

"I had a vision" Dean's eye brows were raised.

"You what?"

"I see visions about future…about death of people" Dean's brow was furrowed with confusion.

" What happened at the car park…when James grabbed me, I was pulled into a vision. They are bitches. Give you a one hell of a headache afterwards. This time it was worst. I guess that's why I passed out " Dean frowned.

"What did ya see?"

" You believe me?" Sam asked surprised. Dean didn't freak out. He seemed to be getting it in a patient and calm manner.

" Well first…mom was killed by a demon and dad is missing. Then we hunt supernatural things. After that I'm suppose to be dead" Sam winced at it remembering the massive heart attack Dean had and how hard he took the fact that a person died because of him.

" So you having this shinning thing is, I guess starting to become normal to me."

"You can't tell me this doesn't freak you out" Dean thought for a while and then with a determined look he said "This doesn't freak me out." And Sam never felt so glad about it.

"So what did you see?"

" Me"

"Dying?" Dean asked getting upset and anxious. Sam explained his vision to Dean. His big brother's brow was furrowed and he was processing the information he heard about the vision.

" So they come true? The visions?"

"Not all of them…Not if I could stop them before"

"This doesn't sound good"

" Tell me about it" Sam said running a hand through his hair. He finished his burger and felt that he can only get that much inside himself without throwing up.

"You ok?" Dean asked looking at the tired look of Sam. " Headache…it's back" Dean stood up and got Sam a glass of water and painkillers.

" Try to sleep it off. We'll figure out something about this" Sam gratefully snuggled inside the comforter. Dean noticed the key on the nightstand and figured out that it was the key to Sam's room. He took it and went to Sam's room and brought Sam's duffel and the laptop back from the room. No way Sam is gonna stay alone whether Dean felt uneasy about it or not. Dean sat on the couch and flipped through John's journal. If all this is true and they are hunters of supernatural things, Dean needed to known his stuff. Dean was surprised himself when he took Sam's visions calmly and didn't get freaked out. Well considering all the supernatural shit and him being dead had shocked him enough, Sam's death visions didn't came as that much of a surprise. However Dean had other problems too. They were running out of money. Dean thought about saying this to Sam but seeing the kid tired, pale and complaining about the bitching headache back…Dean just didn't has a heart to tell him. After he got the food out of the diner and when he saw a bar, Dean felt as if his money problem was solved. Dean thought about coming there with Sam and hustling pool…something he seemed to have done cuz that was the first thing that came to his mind when he found out he's out of money.

Dean looked at Sam's sleeping figure on the bed, torn between the thought whether he should take Sam with him or not. After thinking and considering all the shit Sam went through today Dean came to a decision to let Sam have some rest and he could go hustle alone. If Dean locked the door outside and go, there is a less chance for anyone to come inside. Dean looked at the watch and seeing that there is couple of more hours before he could crash into the bar, he went back to reading.

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Ok that was it thanks for reading this... Hope you liked it and please take a little bit of your time to drop a review. They are much welcome.

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