She was watching TV….something familiar. Is that Dean and Crowley on there? Then the TV stopped working and the girl was tapping the remote control in her hand. She grew frustrated over why it didn't seem to be working and went closer to the TV.
No! Don't go closer. Don't! I don't want to watch you die…
It happened so quickly that he could only catch it because his entire attention was focused on the girl and the TV. A hand shot out of the TV and pulled the girl inside it.
Wow that was weird, even for me.
Sam gasped as he felt two strong hands holding him and shaking him. Dean.
As the headache subsided, Sam turned to look up at Dean, "I'm fine, Dean. It's okay."
"What was that?" Dean asked, letting go of Sam.
Sam didn't know what to say. Technically, it hadn't been a death vision since there had been no deaths but it had still been a vision. Even if he explained this though, how could he even begin to explain the rest of the things that he'd asked Dean to do.
How about telling him the truth? A voice at the back of his mind suggested.
"I have visions…about people dying," Sam said.
"Wait, so you're tellin' me that you saw some girl that you don't even know being pulled into a TV by a-what was it?" Dean repeated, trying to process the information.
"I don't know," Sam responded, tiredly rubbing his eyes and letting the headache subside, "I just saw a hand pulling her inside."
"And what was she watching on TV?" Dean asked jokingly. Sam suddenly stopped rubbing his eyes and sat up straight looking at Dean.
"You don't believe me do you?" His tone was sharp.
"Oh come on, Sam," Dean attempted a grin but failed, "You gotta give me something more…..concrete."
"Alright you know what," Sam said starting to stand up, "it was a mistake telling you about this. I should've known that you would never believe me. You never do."
Sam let the anger leak into his voice and Dean looked up at him startled. He'd expected Sam to take this lightly but didn't blame him for being tense like this. "Look, man I don't know what you're talking about but you've gotta give me more than just this much to go on."
Sam nodded his head, pursing his lips when he said, "I dreamt of Jessica dying, just like mom and that's why I left her Dean because I knew that if I hadn't, then the demon would've killed her, too."
Sam couldn't believe that he'd have to live through this again. The guilt, the pain…everything, but if this meant that he could change the past and make it better, then he was willing to do whatever it took.
"What are you talking about, Sam. What demon?" Dean asked.
"The demon that killed our mom," Sam told him with a sigh and heard Dean gasping.
"That was a demon?" He turned to look at Sam, "How do you know that?"
Now this was the time for the truth. He had tried to put it off as long as he could've but if he wanted to help Dean, then he had to tell him the truth.
"Because, I'm not exactly Sam from this year," he continued, without stopping for a breath or even looking at him, "I'm Sam from the future."
A/N: So what do you guys think? Should Sam get some help with changing the past or do you think that he can handle it on his own?