Chapter 10

The next day was much better for Sam. He didn't have the threat of the horrible change hanging over his head tonight. Now, he was his own man, with his amazingly heightened senses of course. Even though today they were going to focus on the demons now that the werewolf pack was out of the picture, Sam couldn't help but feel relaxed.

Sam had told his brother and Bobby about what he had found out last night. He told them that the pack wanted him to join them, but he couldn't quite say why just yet.

And much to his embarrassment, Dean had again asked why Sam was in only his underwear when they found him. Color rushed to Sam's cheeks as he told Dean and Bobby of the girls' intentions.

By the end of that story, they all sat in the library with colored cheeks as an awkward silence filled the room.

Sam just wanted to die right there.

Now, Sam and Dean were seated in the Impala following behind Bobby's truck. Earlier that day, Bobby had found some murders that didn't really fall under werewolf pattern, so they decided to check it out to see if it was the demons.

As usual, Dean sat behind the wheel, and Sam sat in the passenger seat. They weren't talking too much; Dean had his music blaring, so Sam stared out the window at the scenery flying by. He tried to drown out the music, but it was too loud. For him anyway. So he reached over, and turned down the volume, which earned him an angry glare from his brother.

"What's-a-matter Sammy, music too loud?" Dean asked playfully.

Sam started massaging his temple to ease the growing headache, "Understatement." He grumbled.

Dean's head snapped to Sam's face as pain-filled eyes started to close only slightly, strengthening the look of pain etched on his face.

"You alright?" Dean prodded as he turned the music off.

Sam nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Is it a vision?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam chuckled humorlessly, "God I hope not, that would only be the icing on the top of an already terrible week."

Dean gave a dry chuckle as well, but couldn't help but sigh as he turned his attention back to the road. Why was it always his brother?

Sam turned his face toward his brother, "Nah, I think it's just these heightened senses…I mean sometimes its pretty awesome, but most of the time, like when you're blasting your music, it's painful."

Dean nodded at his brother as his hands tightened around the wheel. He loved his music, and loved to blast it on a good day in his car, but if it caused his brother pain then he could no longer do that. A price Dean would actually be happy to pay. Anything for his brother.

Sam suddenly realized he was wrong when the headache continued to grow into a full-on migraine. Sam started to massage his temples more vigorously, but that wasn't helping.

"Gah! I was wrong!" Sam cried as the pain reached its peak and he bent down so that his head was in his lap with his hands still on his head.

"Sammy?" Dean called nervously as he watched his brother fold in on himself. Without a second thought, Dean pulled over to the shoulder of the road, earning him honks from the drivers of the cars behind them. Dean then turned the engine off, and put a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. There wasn't really much else he could do, he had to wait for Sam to come out of it.

The world to Sam's eyes flashed white, and then he was mercilessly slammed into a vision full force.

xXx

The room was dark; the only light that was in the room was from the crescent moon that shone brightly through the broken window. The walls were probably once white, but were now brown from age and mold, and the cement floor was cracked and worn.

There were too figures in the far corner of the room, both human sized in shape, but it could have been a number of things Sam knew.

Sam's vision focused, and then everything was all clear. The older werewolf with black hair and green eyes who he had recognized from the previous night stood in his transformed state, holding Dean against the wall by the throat.

The werewolf growled deep in his throat. "I hate these bodies." He grumbled.

Sam watched the vision unfold with utter confusion. How was this werewolf able to talk in this form but he couldn't?

Dean looked as if he was trying to respond, but the werewolf choked the air out of his lungs. The werewolf smiled and then laughed as he looked at Dean.

"You have been such a pain in my ass these last few months, Dean…but I just came here to let you know that…Sam has a higher purpose…and you're nowhere in his future."

"S-S-SAM!" Dean managed to scream. The werewolf only laughed, "He's not with us Dean! I'm going to help him though Dean…I'm going to get rid of his little problem."

Dean made a wet gurgling noise in the back of his throat, and then made a choked noise. The werewolf's smile widened. "I have big plans for him Dean. BIG plans and you can't get in the way any more than you already have."

Suddenly, the werewolf's animalistic green eyes turned yellow and Sam watched the rest in shock. The Yellow-Eyed Demon had possessed the werewolf!

Dean's eyes widened with terror, as the demon squinted his eyes with concentration, and a deep slash tore through Dean's throat, killing him instantly.

Sam watched as his brothers' body fell lifelessly to the floor in a heap and the room turned into white nothingness as Sam was pulled back into the present.

xXx

"NO!" Sam screamed as he awoke suddenly, sitting straight up. He blinked a few times as he tried to blink the pain away. He looked over at Dean's worried expression in the seat next to him, and Bobby standing outside the car bending into view at Dean's window. He too looked very worried.

"Sam?" Dean questioned anxiously. Sam nodded feverishly and looked over at Bobby. "Hey." He greeted tiredly.

"Hey yerself kiddo. What didja see?"

Sam put the heel of his left hand into his left eye socket, and then sighed. "The Yellow-Eyed Demon."

"What?" Dean prodded as he sat bolt up, now looking alert. "Where? When?"

"I don't know!" Sam declared sounding annoyed.

"It was some kind of warehouse…and he…" Sam sighed again. He couldn't seem to find the words.

"He what?" Dean asked, sounding worried and frustrated at the same time.

"He…He killed…you." Sam replied in a whisper.

"Killed me?" Dean asked taken aback.

Sam nodded.

"He said that he didn't want you getting in the way of his plans for me…and that he was taking away my problem." Sam recalled sounding more and more drained by the moment.

"Hm." Dean said, sounding amused now. " At least we got ourselves a warning…and the colt."

Sam gave a weak smile at that. "Let's just keep going. Maybe we can interrogate a demon or two, and find out more."

Dean and Bobby nodded silently, and then Bobby nodded good-bye to the boys as he headed back to his truck that he had parked in front of them. Dean then turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.

Dean glanced at Sam before driving off. "You sure you okay?"

Sam nodded quickly. "Let's go."

And Dean put the car in 'drive' and followed behind Bobby without another word to his brother. They both hoped silently that this vision could be stopped.

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