Howdy people! How's your summer so far? It's raining right now and my summer is rather boring, but I get through it lol.

A chapter about the visions I've had for soooooo long now that I felt that "V" was so long to wait for lol. Finally it's time for it though. I've been hoping to see Sam's visions again so I decided to put it in somewhere after "Swan Song" and before/during the first episode fo s6 (Wont spoil anything, don't worry).

Thanks to supernaturalmydreams for beta reading

V - Visions
- Set after "Swan Song"

Sam had noticed the streetlight flickering when Gabriel brought him there. Gabriel yes. He'd ask the archangel why he wasn't dead, but Sam had been so confused from being ripped from Hell. One minute he was down in Lucifer's cage, the next he felt dirt all around him, an invisible hand dragging him up by the wrist and a voice he recognized telling him to keep going.
"Why?" Sam asked, lying in the dirt and grass on Stull Cemetery, eyes blinking, breath hitching and one hell of a headache pounding wildly. Gabriel was sitting in the grass, same vessel as always, same cheeky grin, but voice unusually quiet.

"Because against all odds - you did it. You got my bro back in his cage," Gabriel winked and stood up,

"Someone who's able to do that doesn't deserve Hell."
He let Sam lie in the grass, taking it all in, letting him know he was indeed no longer in Hell and that it wasn't just a cruel dream. When a few minutes had passed Gabriel leaned down and pressed two fingers to Sam's forehead.
So now he was here. Under the blinking streetlight that Sam noticed kept blinking a little after Gabriel was gone. An uneasy feeling growing in him, wondering if it was he who caused it. At the moment he had more important things to think about - like Dean inside the house he's standing right by. At least his big brother had done as he wished, but he didn't look happy and Sam knew what he had to do. No matter what choice he made it wouldn't be fair on Dean. If he left, Dean would somehow find out that his little brother was out of Hell - and had not come to him. Sam knew if Dean had done that to him it would hurt like shit thinking his brother had been in Hell when he wasn't. There was also the cruelty of returning to Dean and bringing him back into the hunting life now that he had finally found a girl he loves. But Sam needed Dean. He'd been in Hell and the only one who would know how he feels was his brother. The only one who could help him was his brother.

Sam noticed Dean standing up from the table and walking over to the window he was looking through. He'd been spotted. Sam just stared back at Dean when he did the same. The youngest Winchester then walked over to the black car parked on the side of the road. Dean's eyes from the window were following him all the way until Sam reached the Impala. Then Dean vanished from the window, only to return at the door, quietly closing it after him. Sam wondered why since Lisa was now standing by the window looking out.
Sam just stood quietly by the trunk, waiting until Dean was standing opposite him on the other side of the car.

"Sam?" Dean's voice was just a whisper and Sam could see that his whole body was shaking. Sam simply nodded and held out his arm. For a moment Dean frowned before realizing what that probably meant.

Dean would hardly allow himself to breathe. Sam was standing right in front of him. His little brother who was supposed to be in Hell. He wanted nothing else than to reach out for him, but he was reminded what to do when Sam simply held out his arm. He wanted Dean to trust that it was him - not just by recognizing him, but he had to be truly sure. Dean popped the trunk open and reached in for a bottle of holy water, eyes never leaving Sam. Sam didn't move, just waited patiently. Dean unscrewed the lid on the bottle and emptied some of the content onto Sam's arm. Nothing happened and Dean noticed that even Sam looked relieved and a tiny smile crept onto his face.

"The salt," was the first thing Sam said and his voice made Dean bite his bottom lip while picking up a small bag of salt. It was his baby brother and here he had to act all professional instead of hugging the living daylights out of him. He emptied some salt onto Sam's hand and again nothing happened.

"Sammy..." Dean was so close to tears now, but Sam just smiled sadly and pointed at the silver knife in the trunk. Dean protested. He didn't want to cut Sam now! Sam leaned in and grabbed it himself. He made sure Dean was watching as he slid the knife over his arm, leaving a shallow cut open. A relieved sob escaped Sam's mouth too and Dean finally grabbed his brother's neck and drew him down into a hug.

"Shit," Dean fisted a hand in the back of Sam's shirt and the other in the dark curls on his neck, breathing in the scent of his little brother. Sam's long arms completely embraced his smaller big brother, his heart pounding so hard that Dean could feel it. During his time in Hell, he never thought he'd see his brother again - the only safe place in the world for him - it was strange really. His safest place in the world was with his big brother, yet his safe place was always where all kinds of danger was.

"I'm so sorry. I had to come to you," Sam sobbed, hugging his brother closer. Dean frowned at that, wanting to see the look on his little brother's face, but couldn't move since he was being held so close. He didn't really want to let go anyway and stood quietly as Sam ranted.

"I didn't want to pull you out of your new family, but I had to. I can't do this alone," Sam felt pathetic, crying like that, but anyone would when reunited with someone he'd thought he'd lost forever.

"I need someone who can relate," Sam whispered the last part and Dean knew exactly what he meant. Dean shushed him, not to shut him up, but in a calming way, like he'd done when Sam was a kid, like Lisa did when Dean returned to her after Lucifer was back in his cage.

"I would have made a living punching bag out of you if you hadn't come," Dean snorted, blinking tears as he watched the other dark houses in the neighborhood over his brother's shoulder.

"It's okay, Sam. You know I'm here for you," Dean finally broke the hug, but kept his hand on Sam's arm. He just smiled stupidly and looked his brother over. Besides the heartbroken and terrorized look in his eyes, Sam looked healthy and alive.

"I know we've been dead like an unnaturally number of times, but... this. I thought this was it. And the feeling. Thinking that this was it. This time I wouldn't be able to do anything even if I tried..." Dean shook his head, laughing a little,

"Man wouldn't Dr. Phil have been proud of us for this heart to heart."
That made Sam snort too, getting a mental image of a normal day in apple-pie-Dean's life.

"Gabriel," Sam said shortly and Dean tilted his head.

"He's dead," Dean frowned and Sam just shook his head,

"He brought you back? Him? Gabriel? Trickster-Gabriel? Shit," Dean wasn't sure whether to be amazed that Gabriel was alive or that he - of anyone - would bring Sam back. Even though he knew the archangel had had a change of heart just before his 'death'.

"Yeah," Sam muttered. He then noticed Lisa in the window and nudged Dean in the side,

"I can go and find a motel. We can talk tomorrow," Sam suggested, but Dean shook his head.

"Wait here. I'll be right back, okay?" Dean made sure Sam understood before hurrying over to the house. Sam watched as Dean vanished into the house and Lisa away from the window. Two minutes later Dean came back out with his jacket on, smiling when he saw Sam still there.

"What you say about taking a little drive? Just the two of us?" Dean squeezed Sam's arm, but he looked confused from his big brother to the house.

"What about Lisa?" Sam wondered as Dean started pushing him towards the passengers side of the Impala.

"She's fine with it, Sam. Trust me," Dean smiled and ran around to the drivers side and got in.

"It's nearly midnight, Dean," Sam warned as they drove off, Dean with the biggest smile on his face,

"when has that ever stopped us before?" Dean winked.

"Where are we?" Sam asked as the car rolled to a stop in a parking lot. He looked around and thought he could see green field lit up by lights. A football field.

"Ben's school. He goes to football here too," Dean explained as he got out of the car and Sam was quick to follow.

"I usually drive him to school before work," Dean explained,

"He's like the most popular kid in class since he comes to school in the coolest car," Dean laughed shortly and they looked over their shoulder at the Impala. Sam smiled, but tried to hide a frown too. He didn't want to be pulling his brother out of this life if he had settled with it.

"You got a job? Mechanic?" Sam suggested and Dean hugged a laugh and nodded.

"I'm that predictable?" they got to a fence and Dean lent down on it.

"Sometimes I really wonder if Lisa lied when she said Ben isn't my kid because man, that kid..." Dean snorted and shook his head, watching the field. They were quiet for a long minute, just taking in the silence and night air. Sam stood still as a tree, relaxing for the first time in who knows how long. He tried to remember the last day before Lucifer entered his body, but it was all a big blur.

"Do you remember anything?" Dean asked quietly and Sam realized that his brother was studying him. Sam smiled weakly and shook his head. That made Dean straighten up and stand up in front of him,

"Don't lie. Look where all the lying got us last time," Dean explained calmly,

"You said you needed someone who could relate."
Sam just nodded and liked his lips,

"How long has it been?" he asked.

"A months time," Dean explained and he slowly realized what that meant,

"Ten years for you," he tilted his head in sympathy for his brother.

"You were down there for forty years, Dean," Sam reminded him,

"I can't even imagine how you could handle that. I was there ten years and I can no longer remember the days before I said yes. I couldn't remember Cas or Bobby and I was starting to lose the memory of you too. And Lucifer... he was so angry," Sam told and Dean noticed that his brother was starting to fall back into the memories of Hell. He stood up and grabbed Sam's shoulders,

"It's okay, Sam. You don't need to talk about it now," Dean reassured him.

"I'm sorry for all the crap I did to you when you came back, for seeing you as weak. Now that I've seen Hell myself I wonder what the hell was wrong with me. You didn't deserve that..." Sam started rambling and shaking his head. Dean was starting to get really worried now,

"Sam. Please. That's old okay? We've past that okay? We're okay," Dean soothed, stroking Sam's back.

"Ahh," Sam suddenly moaned and planted his hands to his head.

"Sam?" Dean grabbed his brother around his waist as Sam sunk to his knees. Sam didn't answer and his body started twitching and blood started running from his nose.

Sam gasped and moaned as pain ripped through his head. Flashes from Hell surged through him like a movie when suddenly new clips melted into the mix.
"V...vision," Sam gasped and he could vaguely feel his brother's arms around him and tried to focus on that. He felt something wet run down over his mouth just as an image of Lisa appeared in his head.

"Dean," Sam gasped as another wave of pain surged through him and he felt his body was being leaned against something warm now. Suddenly there was an image of Lisa making dinner, then something caught her attention and she lifted her head - eyes pitch black. She said something he couldn't hear before turning her head away. Then she picked up a sharp knife and stabbed herself in the chest. Everything turned black and Sam thinks he's screaming in pain.

Dean freaked out when Sam collapsed completely against him. He was mumbling something through gritted teeth's,
"V...visions," Dean froze at the words and gathered Sam's long limbs closer. Sam's head arched over Dean's elbow and his hands were grabbing at Dean's jacket, anything that could relieve the pain. When Sam started panting his name Dean tried to whisper words of comfort, trying patiently to wait the vision out. He dried away the nosebleed with a finger while he waited, watching Sam's wide open eyes. Suddenly Sam came close to screaming before finally passing out. Dean tapped his cheeks and luckily got a reaction pretty fast.

"Sam? Come on. What did you see?" Dean whispered as he helped Sam up into a sitting position. He placed his hands on Sam's neck, kneading the muscles there. Sam grabbed hold of Dean's arm with one of his and finally met his eyes,

"Did you... did you ever check Lisa as demon free?" Sam asked and Dean frowned.

"What? No. I've never had the reason to do that," Dean grew even more worried now.

"Dean, just because you quit hunting doesn't mean the demons just let you go," Sam tried to stand up and Dean helped him up.

"Sam, what did you see?" Sam dragged Dean back to the car.

"Lisa possessed by demon," Sam explained, rubbing his forehead. Dean started the car and headed back to his house,

"You have to hurry. The demon was going to kill her."

Dean just nodded and drove as fast as the Impala could go,
"You okay? Don't tell me the visions are back," Dean looked his brother over, but he looked as fine as he could be at the moment.

"Man that was more painful than ever before," Sam sighed and sunk down into the seat, closing his eyes,

"Maybe... maybe the trip to Hell triggered the visions."

Dean cursed and hit the wheel,
"Can't we ever get a break!" he shouted, making Sam jump in his seat. Dean sent him an apologetic glance before standing on the breaks when they arrived outside the house.
Dean got out of the car and popped the trunk again, picking up the colt and Ruby's knife before turning to the house, but Sam jumped in front of him to stop him,

"Dean! You can't just go in there," Sam held Dean in place.

"Sammy, stay here. I can't leave her alone," Dean said calmly.

"I agree, but you're not going in alone," Sam said and took the colt from Dean."Sam..." Dean started.

"No. Dean. We're in this together," Sam turned his back to the car and headed toward the house, but Dean was quick to step up in front of Sam. They went around the house, quietly as they possibly could. When they came to the backdoor Dean turned to Sam and held a finger to his lips, telling him to be quiet as he opened the door. Dean was first to enter the dark house, Sam right behind him, colt in hand.

"Aren't you two a little old to be sneaking around like that?" a female voice brought the two to a dead halt. Dean straightened up and stared at the woman he had come to love.

"Lisa?" he asked hopeful. The dark haired woman looked up and smiled before turning around to look at the two of them.

"No!" Sam gasped as he remembered it all from the vision.

"Correct," Lisa winked at Sam, then took up a knife and dove it into her own chest. She grimaced before twisting her neck a bit,

"Ouch. That kinda hurt. Remind me not to do that again," the demon snickered and watched as blood quickly soaked her shirt. Dean took a step forward, Ruby's knife in hand.

"Get the hell out of her!" he growled, desperately blinking tears away. The demon just rolled her eyes and put the knife back down.

"Sweetie. You know me better than that. I don't listen to your orders," the demon looked a little over her shoulder as five more demons entered the room.

"Meg?" Sam came up beside Dean, putting a hand on his shoulder for both comfort and holding him in place.

"Jackpot, Sammy," Meg winked and leaned back against a table,

"What is it with you guys and escaping Hell? You keep on dying, but you sure as hell can't stay in one place."

"Where is Ben?" Dean ignored her taunts, too used to and too sick of everything revolving around Meg.

"Where the rest of the people that every knew you are. In Heaven or Hell. One thing's for sure though. He ain't here," Meg picked up another smaller knife and started cleaning around dried out blood from under Lisa's nails. All colors drained from Dean's face and Sam stood up in front of him now.

"You killed a kid?" Sam shouted. He wasn't surprised really, demons killed anyone, but it was sickening nonetheless and what it would do to his brother was even worse,

"The War is over! We won. Why are you still here?" Sam stepped closer, holding the Colt to Meg's forehead. He didn't want to do this to Lisa, but seeing as Meg stabbed her right in the chest - there was no way she was going to live.

"It's the aftermath, Sammy. I was here long before Lucifer got out of the cage. In fact, this is just more like old times, don't you think?" Meg informed with an almost gleeful look on her face,

"There's a price to pay for what you guys did to Lucifer. The whole supernatural world is in disarray. Now you're paying for it."

Sam jumped a little as two of the other demons moved. He directed the colt towards them and fired. Both going down easily. Meg didn't waver though.
"How long have you been in Lisa?" Sam asked and Dean listened closely as he walked a little away from Sam, closer to the other demons.

"Just after you returned and ran off with big bro," Meg informed,

"Don't worry, I'll be returning to my old vessel soon. Call me sentimental, but I've grown used to that dark haired chick," Meg straightened up and turned to Dean,

"I'll be seeing you two," Lisa's head was thrown back as Meg left her body in a violent black smoke, breaking through the window of the house and vanishing. The remaining demons were close to follow and all the vessels collapsed to the floor. Dean hurried over to Lisa's body, gathering her in his arms. He didn't bother hiding his tears anymore. Sam bit his bottom lip from shouting out loud. He hadn't come back to ruin everything for his brother! Now his girlfriend and kid were dead - as if they had switched places. Sam let his brother have his alone time and went to check the other bodies. Three of the people were dead, but he found pulse on two of them and picked up his phone. He didn't call right then, but held it ready.

"Dean," Sam went over to his brother and knelt beside him,

"Dammit, I'm so sorry," he muttered when Dean put Lisa's body down on the floor,

"We have to go. Two of the guys are alive, but we can't be here when the police come," Sam calmly explained and was a little surprised when Dean nodded. He pressed his lips to Lisa's forehead before standing up, no emotion on his face. He looked at her one last time before taking Sam by the upper arm and leading his little brother out of the house. Sam felt like he should be the one with a hand of comfort on his arm, but didn't say anything. He called the ambulance as soon as they were in the car, driving off.

Dean was overwhelmed by too many emotions at the same time. Sam was back and so were his visions, little Ben was dead and Meg killed Lisa right in front of them. As he held Lisa's body to him, he felt tears running down his face and his heart was breaking again. Back when Sam first got the visions they usually had time to prevent these kinds of things, but apparently that wasn't the case now. They were always connected to the Yellow Eyed Demon too, but he was - as far as he knew - still dead. Nothing made sense and he felt himself grow ages older just from the overwhelming situation. He didn't know what to feel anymore. The tears dried up on their own as Dean set his mind. He gave Lisa one last kiss before standing up. Who had he been kidding anyway? The Winchesters weren't destined to have a family and he had just proved that yet again. He looked at his beautiful woman one last time before making a decision. So he couldn't ever have a girl or a son, so what? He'd just gotten his little brother back. It was he who he was meant to care for - live for. In the end, that was okay. He took hold of Sam's upper arm and led him out, needing to feel that at least when he lost something, he got something else back.

TBC...

I just wanna say that I don't really want Lisa dead, but in my case here I was running out of ideas so that's how it turned out here. I personally liked most of the female characters on this show so... don't start accusing stuff like that lol