Same Day- 11:30 PM

Dean and Sam had just arrived at the Orange County Hospital; they both had a feeling that there was something very wrong with this case. Dean was starting to get worried about Sam; he had been acting strange for about a week now and Dean could sense that there was something lingering in Sam's mind. If only he could get Sam to tell him what was wrong. Dean hated to see Sam so stressed, and from Sam's expression, Dean just knew he was keeping something bottled up inside.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck, one of his unconscious tells that he's stressed out or restless.

"Sam, are you feeling alright?" Dean ventured to ask, worried about his brother's well being.

"Huh?" Sam looked at Dean, "Yah, I'm fine, let's go." Sam opened the passenger side door and climbed out; Dean copying the movement out of the driver's side door.

"Look, Sam, something has been bothering you for a while now, and I'm starting to get worried about you; I tried to give you your space and let you tell me when you were good and ready, but it's been a week now and you still haven't budged. Now spill!"

Sam looked at Dean like a deer caught in headlights, like he had been pulled into a trap that he couldn't get out of. Dean was in 'protect Sammy mode' and Sam knew that Dean would not stop asking until he got an answer. The fact of the matter was that Sam wasn't really sure what to say yet; he still needed to piece a couple of things together, so that he could understand what was going on, and what he was going through.

Sam was lost in thought and forgot that Dean was still staring him down, waiting for a reply.

"Sammy!" Dean said, loosing his patience

"I don't know Dean," Sam said

Dean paused for a moment, looking Sam over. Taking in Sam's sudden paleness and his confused expression only worried Dean further.

"What do you mean you don't know? Are you ok?" Dean asks, gently grabbing Sam by his shoulders.

"Yah, I'm just confused, I've had a lot of thoughts and pictures going through my mind lately and I'm not sure what they could mean yet."

"You think they have anything to do with your psychic abilities?" There was fear in Dean's eyes. Nothing good ever came from Sam's abilities; all they ever managed to do was attract the evil sons of bitches to Sammy. His powers had gotten Sam hurt, abducted, and nearly killed too many times.

"I don't know, maybe," Sam responded, looking at Dean and trying to hide the fear he felt. "Dean. Don't worry about me, maybe it's just stress from lack of sleep or something."

"I hope you're right Sammy," Dean said, then started walking toward the entrance of the hospital, Sam following right behind him. Dean was still worried, but he knew that it wouldn't do any good for Sam if he kept mothering him around; Dean thought that once Sam figured it all out, then he'd tell him.

Just as Dean was about to open the door, Sam screamed out in pain. Dean rushed to his brother and grabbed his shoulders again, trying to keeping him steady. His nightmare had come true, Sam was having a vision.

Sam felt excruciating pain ripping through his head; it felt like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Sam grabbed his head trying to stop the pain, but it only got worst; He screamed continuously and all Dean could do was watch his baby brother suffer.

Sam fell to his knees and stared blankly ahead, while the vision consumed him.

A girl, about 22 years old, was sitting by the kitchen table staring at her cell phone. The date on the phone read "Feb/9/2007". She was biting her nails, nervously waiting for someone to call her on her cell phone.

A woman walked into the kitchen "Sherry, honey, your dad will call. You know he calls irregularly, especially when he's hunting"

"I know mom, but I miss him and it's not like he's going to scare away all the deer if he calls me. He should have gotten my letter by now, I told him I received the package he sent me for my birthday; usually he calls me as soon as he gets mail from me."

Sherry seemed worried; ever since her mom and dad split, Sherry and her dad always kept in touch and they talked on the phone at least once a week.

"Dad didn't call at all this week, mom, something's wrong."

Her mom was about to say something else to try and calm Sherry down, but there was a sudden knock at the door. Sherry ran, hoping her dad was making a surprise birthday visit.

"Daddy!" Sherry said, opening up the door; her face fell though when she saw the two cops standing in front of the door.

"I'm sorry miss, but, are you Sherry? The Sherry that wrote this letter?" The cop showed Sherry the letter; the letter she had written to her dad. Sherry froze and fell to the floor, she knew something happened to her dad and it was killing her inside.

The cops knew she was the right Sherry by looking at her reaction; they knelt down and tried to calm her before they told her the bad news.

Her mom walked up to them, tears in her eyes, "What's this about," she asked, knowing the answer already.

One of the officer's strength wavered; he hated telling families that their loved one has been murdered. He lifted his right arm, removing his hat, and gripped it tight.

"It hurts deeply to tell you this ma'am, but," he paused for a second and braised himself for what was to come, "Your husband was murdered a couple of days ago."

As soon as she heard the word "murdered" she fell to the floor, right by her daughter. Suddenly Sherry started screaming, she had already been hurting so badly, and she simply lost control.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DADDY!" Tears were streaming down her face as she screamed and cried so hard, she was inconsolable.

Around her sobs, Sherry managed to utter a promise to her father's memory "I swear, I'm going to kill whoever did this to you Daddy. I will show no mercy. I will kill him and I will break every bone in his body. There will be no such thing as a conscious. I will watch the blood pour out of his mouth. You will be avenged Daddy….You will."

Sherry rocked back and forth and continued crying her heart out. Nobody could calm her down, and her mom was worried that she'd lose her sanity. Sherry's dad was her heart and soul and she knew Sherry would not be able to get through this.

During Sam's vision, Dean's panic grew stronger until he was fully freaking out. This vision looked more intense than others in the past had been. It was longer too, and this time Sam's nose was bleeding profusely and the pain looked utterly unbearable.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed, freaking the hell out. He didn't know what to do this time, so he did the only thing he could do to try and help, he ran into the hospital and screamed at the nurses to help.

"Please, my brother is in so much pain!" Dean yelled, and ran back outside

Moment's later a nurse rolled out a wheelchair and then Dean slowly lifted Sam up, guiding him to the chair. Sam was still in excruciating pain, and Dean was completely unnerved by the fact that his baby brother still wasn't back with him again.

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Sorry for posting this chapter so late, work got in the way of things.

I hope you like it 

I want to thank my two Beta goddesses, Kate and Sarah, for helping me doll up this chapter; I really appreciate it.

~Siva