What could have been?
Summary...Sam's feeling worthless after events in devils trap, and his visions are becoming out of control as
he is shown what could have been.
Disclaimer...Still own nothing, Kripkie does, but if my numbers come up that could change...
Sam watched as Bloody Mary turned her attention to Dean. Clutching his chest, his tears mixed with the blood pouring from his eyes." I guess you're not the only one with secrets" Dean stated before sagging to his knees. Falling forward all life extinguished from his eyes...flash...He started to come to consciousness .Feeling somebody close by his muddled mind remembered the shifter and the fight, he quietly searched with his hands for any type of weapon. His fingers brushed against the knife the shifter had taken from the drawer. Grasping it Sam reacted without thinking and when the thing came closer he struck. Becky screamed. Dean fell...flash...They exchanged items; Sam caught the shotgun, Dean the necklace. Sam one handedly attempted to load the weapon, he pointed it at Hook man who knocked it out of his grasp with ease, crawling protectively in front of Lori all he could do is wait. Dean rushed down to the basement, throwing the necklace into the furnace and watched as it slowly began to melt. Scrambling back upstairs Dean made his way back to Sam, entering the room he stopped abruptly, Lori was crying, holding onto a bloody, unmoving Sam.
Dean had just opened the motel room door when he heard Sam's whispered cry. Turning around he could only watch in what felt like slow motion as Sam once again descended to his knees, could only watch as his brother slid sideways, his head colliding with the Impala's bumper with a sickening thump before he continued to the ground.
"Shit Sammy!"
Dean's brain finally registered and he quickly made his way to his sibling's side. Carefully taking Sam's head in his lap he stroked his brother's hair, hoping to bring some comfort, whilst waiting for him to come round, barking at passersby when they stopped and stared. Realizing after a few minutes that Sam was showing no signs of waking, Dean decided to try and carry Sam to the room, easier said than done even with the lost weight. Dean maneuvered Sam into a sitting position then grabbed him under his arms and hoisted him up until he was resting on the cars bonnet, taking a deep breath he heaved Sam into a fireman's lift and slowly started for the room.
Setting his brother down on the bed furthest away from the door Dean started assessing Sam for injuries. He noticed that whilst Sam's head was bleeding from the collision with the bumper it wouldn't be requiring stitches, although concussion was a possibility and the lump was huge and would probably hurt like a bitch. Turning Sam's head back around Dean noticed the slight trickle of blood from his nose, thinking it might have been from the fall he wasn't too concerned. Noting no other injuries he got up and went to their duffels taking out the first aid kit, painkillers and the half empty bottle of water Sam hadn't finished earlier.
Sam started to stir back to consciousness as Den was cleaning the blood from under his nose and mouth. Pain assaulted his senses first of all, a mind numbing, stabbing pain that seemed to reverberate around his brain. His sense of smell was next to surface.
"Dude, you seriously need a shower" Sam spoke, his voice raspy and pain filled.
"Glad to see you decided to return to the living there Sammy"
"It's Sam, how long was I out for?"
"About an hour."
"What? What happened?"
Dean looked at him with concerned eyes," What do you mean what happened. You had a vision and decided to take up high diving only with no water. You scared the shit out of me Sam"
"I'm sorry"
Gingerly Sam attempted to sit up, resting on his elbows before continuing to allow the room to stop spinning; one bout of throwing up was enough for one day. He took the water and even though it was too soon two more painkillers. Leaning back against the headboard he closed his eyes.
"Oh no you don't. Don't you dare fall asleep on me" Dean demanded, "We have to talk about this. What's going on? What do you remember from the vision?"
Sam sighed before responding. "I don't know what's happening Dean, I don't remember much of the vision only that they feel old and wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"I wish that I could tell you, I don't know how to explain it, I can remember seeing old hunts but everything is ...Oh I don't know different." Sam paused before continuing, "I'm honestly not remembering everything and it's scary."
"Okay, okay just calm down. I'm gonna go get some food, which you will eat, why don't you have the first shower I'll have one when I get back. "Shrugging on his jacket and picking up the Impala's keys, he stole a quick glance at Sam before leaving.
Thinking a shower sounded like a good idea Sam eased to the edge of the bed and using the wall for support cautiously made his way to the small bathroom. Turning the shower on, he turned it as hot as possible. Painstakingly removing his t-shirt over his still pounding head, he stepped out of his jeans and boxers and eased himself under the water.
He stood for a long while, his hands supporting him against the wall, his head hung down loosely, just allowing the spray to ease the tension in his shoulders. Realizing Dean would be back soon he reached for the soap, when without any warning another vision hit, sending him crashing backwards straight through the glass shower stall.
Tbc
Sorry posted and realized I'd made a mistake so had to take back off and re-do.
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