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Secrets

Chapter 6 – Connections

Dean poured himself a cup of coffee as he looked over the materials that Ash had put together. He had found a number of newspaper articles that talked about a rash of murders that had been happening in and around the small town of Whiting, Indiana. He looked towards the back of the bar where his brother now slept. He sighed, Sam had two more visions after they went to bed…after the last one his brother had been barely conscious. He needed to figure this out and fast before the damn visions ended up killing his brother.

"Good Morning Dean. You're up awful early." Ellen said as she grabbed a cup and headed for the coffee.

"Just thought I'd go over the stuff that Ash found…unfortunately it only tells us what is happening, not who is causing it." Dean said as he shoved the folder aside in frustration.

"So Sam is seeing these murders through the person's eyes?" Ellen asked trying to get a handle on what was happening.

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he stood to get another cup of coffee. "We don't know for sure Ellen. He seems to have them only when it's something connected to the yellow eyed demon or one of the special children. That and they always include someone dying."

"Are the visions always of the future Dean?" Ellen pressed. "I mean, maybe they are meant so that Sam can stop these things from happening."

"No, I can't always prevent what I see Ellen…in fact, most of the time I'm too late to do any good." Sam said softly as he entered the room.

Dean looked at Sam and shook his head. His brother was obviously still in quite a bit of pain and from the looks of things; he hadn't received nearly enough sleep. He grabbed another coffee cup and a handed it to his brother as he sat down next to him at the bar. "Sammy, I thought you would sleep in for a little while."

"I couldn't sleep Dean…the images keep replaying in my head. I….I…don't know if I can do this anymore Dean." Sam looked away, not wanting Dean to see the despair in his eyes.

"Sam, look Ash has found out where the murders are happening. Maybe we can get there to prevent any more from happening…" Dean watched as Sam's shoulders slumped.

"Dean, it won't matter. I feel like I'm being led around from vision to vision. Always just a little too late. It's like…well…I'm beginning to think." Sam swallowed as he stopped, afraid to speak what he was thinking.

"Sam, what are you talking about…you have to tell me what you're thinking. We're in this together right?" Dean hated to see his brother so depressed.

Sam took a deep breath and looked at Dean, letting his brother see the fear in the depths of his eyes. "What if I'm not connected to the special children themselves…what if I'm connected to the demon. What if I'm seeing through his eyes?"

"Wait a minute; you think that you have some sort of telepathic link to the yellow eyes demon? Come on Sam, what makes you think that?" Dean didn't like where his brother was going with this and he really wished that Sam had kept this to himself until they were alone. He still wasn't sure how far they could trust Ellen or Ash.

"Dean think about it. My visions always involve something that the demon is doing at the time or planning to do in the near future. In Salvation, he was planning to do something to Rosie, with Max he may have been working on Max to get him to kill, using his weakness against him. With Webber he offered him power…once again turning him into a killer." Sam shook his head. If he was connected to the demon then they were more screwed than he wanted to believe. But it made sense, the only thing he couldn't figure out was why the demon hadn't killed him…what did he have planned for him?

Dean stood up from the bar stool and pulled Sam around to face him. "Sam, you are not evil and even if you are somehow able to see what the demon is doing…maybe it's for a reason. Remember what Dad said, you are the key. He believed that you would be the one to finally kill that bastard Sam…not join him."

Ellen cleared her throat. "Well I don't think it's going to do us any good to sit here and wonder what may or may not happen. The demon is definitely up to something in Whiting Indiana and someone is going to have to go there and find out what it is. I can call in some favors and see if one of the other hunters can go check it out for you."

Dean looked at Sam and patted him on the shoulder. "No Ellen, thanks. For now you can help by having Ash continue to see if he can figure out if one of the special children are in that area. Also, have him continue to figure out a way for us to track these children. Sam is right. We need to try to get ahead of the demon if we want to beat this bastard."

"Dean, I don't know if I can do this. Maybe we should take Ellen up on argh…." Sam grabbed his head and fell to the floor groaning in pain.

Sam was in another apartment. Only this time there didn't appear to be anyone home. He looked around trying to figure out exactly where he was. But there was no clue to the identity of the person who lived there.

Suddenly Sam turned and looked into a mirror that was hanging on the wall. But instead of his face, he saw the face of a beautiful young woman with long black hair. Her eyes were liquid brown but as she turned her face, Sam saw a scar that ran along her hairline from her temple down to her cheek.

The woman's hand touched the scar for a moment as her eyes filled with tears. If it weren't for the scar, she would have had flawless skin. She had the type of beauty that would have been perfect for a model. The woman pulled out a tube of lipstick and began to apply it to her lips. After she finished she reached for her purse and turned to leave the room. But before she left, she pulled up her skirt and tightened a strap that held a sheath.

Sam knew that the sheath held a knife…he was looking through the eyes of the killer. Suddenly she turned as if she was looking right at him. "You've been a bad boy Sammy…and you know that bad boys have to be punished don't you! You can't avoid fate Sammy…you know what you have to do…you have to try to stop me, if you can!" The woman laughed as she turned and left the apartment.

Dean watched helplessly as Sam struggled with the vision. His brother's breathing was becoming irregular and blood had begun to leak from his nose down his chin. Dean grabbed a couple of napkins from the nearest table and tried to stop the flow. He continued to talk softly to Sam, letting him know that he wasn't alone.

Suddenly Sam jerked up in his arms, his eyes going wild as he searched the room. "Dean!"

"I'm right here Sam. Take it easy ok?" Dean didn't like the paleness of Sam's skin or the hitch that continue in his brother's breathing. "What is it? What did you see?"

"I saw her…Dean I saw the killer and she knows I'm coming. Dean she knew my name!" Sam gasped as he felt himself begin to fall forward. The pain in his head so intense that he could barely open his eyes.

Dean helped Sam back up to the bar and helped him sit back down on the bar stool. He took the glass of water that Ellen offered along with the pills she had placed on the bar. "They are pain killers Dean; it looks like he needs them." Ellen said softly as she watched Sam struggle to compose himself.

Dean helped Sam drink the water and take the pills. "Ellen, do you think you watch him for a moment. I need to get our things and we need to get on the road."

"Dean, no…I…I…don't want to go there…I won't be lead around like this anymore…I can fight…I…argh!" Sam grabbed his head as the pain increased again.

"No way Sam, obviously you can't just ignore these things. I'm not going to watch you kill yourself Sam. We need to find this bitch and either kill her or exorcise whatever demon is possessing her. We are leaving in 10 minutes!" Dean didn't wait for Sam's answer as he left the bar to gather their things.

Ellen passed the folder that Dean had been looking at to Sam. "Here is what Ash has found out so far. Can you describe the woman you saw? Maybe Ash will have better luck with a description."

"Do you have pencil and paper Ellen?" Sam tried to concentrate but the pain in his head was making it almost impossible. Sam grabbed the paper and pencil and quickly drew the face of the woman he had seen in his vision. He pushed the paper to Ellen just as Dean came back into the bar, his jacket on and keys dangling from his fingers.

"Come on Sam. Time to hit the road." Dean saw the picture of the woman that Sam had drawn. "Is that the bitch?"

Sam nodded. "She's the one in my vision Dean." Sam stood but almost fell as Dean placed a steadying arm around his brother's waist. He led Sam to the car and helped him into the passenger seat. Before Dean could get around to the driver's side, Sam already had his head back and his eyes closed.

Ellen came to the car and handed the folder to Dean. "You boys be careful. I mean it. If you need any help you call me you hear!"

"We'll be fine Ellen…but you make sure that Ash keeps us up to date with what he finds." Dean smiled as he put the car in gear and headed out to the road. He looked at his little brother who was sleeping beside him. He knew that they were probably heading into trouble, but he couldn't help the feeling that some of his burden had been lifted. He had told Sam what his father said and his brother had not only stayed with him, but appeared to be ready to fight. "Don't worry Sam; as long as I'm around, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." Dean said softly as he gunned the engine and headed down the highway.

TBC

Raven524: Sorry for the delay, but holiday shopping and other things are taking up my time. And of course after I threw my computer at the TV on Thursday…well, I had to get things back into perspective. So, I guess until the big reveal…which hopefully will be in January…I'll keep going with my own version of what I think the secret is and how it will affect our boys. Don't forget to let me know what you think…just drop me a line!