Disclaimer: These characters are not mine I do not own them or any part of supernatural.
This is my first fan fiction. I had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it. Remember this is fiction. I know some of my creature lore may not be perfect, and the Indian culture may have several flaws.Please review it!
Chapter One: Not just a vision
Dean woke to the all too familiar sounds of Sammy tossing on his bed. He was having a nightmare again. Dean was getting worried about him. Sam's premonitions were getting more intense, and Dean suspected more painful. They were also happening more and more frequently.
The "nightmares" were bad, but the premonitions that happened while he was awake scared the hell out of Dean. He had looked into Sam's eyes while it was happening. The blank stare that saw right through Dean and into the premonition was terrifying. It's like Sam isn't here with him, he's somewhere else. Somewhere Dean can't go and can't protect him.
Dean rose and crossed to Sam's bed. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder, but didn't wake him. He had learned from experience not to wake Sam, but to let him wake up on his own. If it was just a nightmare Sam would settle back into normal sleep without waking reassured by Dean's presence. If it was a vision he would wake with a start and a headache and then they'd be off on another gig in just a few minutes because the visions were quick, lasting only moments. Thought Dean was sure they seemed like forever to Sam.
Dean waited. He was getting worried, this was taking too long. Sam had never had a nightmare like this. He looked at his watch. It had been fifteen minutes since he'd woke. Sam was soaked in sweat, his bedding drenched in it. But, the really terrifying thing was the tears that were streaming down his brothers face and the whimpering sound he was making as he shook his head on the pillow.
Dean finally decided he couldn't wait any longer, "Come on Sammy," he said shaking his shoulder slightly, "time to wake up." When he didn't get a response Dean leaned down and grabbed both his brothers shoulders and gave him a harder shake. "Sammy!" He shouted. But still Sam didn't open his eyes. Dean was getting scared, this had never happened before.
Shaking harder and pulling Sam into a sitting position he yelled, "Sammy, WAKE UP!"
To his utter relief Sam opened his eyes, looked at his brother and said, "It's Sam".
"Yea, whatever," Dean said, "you okay?"
Sam saw the concern etched on Dean's face and replied, "I'm fine." When this got no response from Dean he said, "You can let go now, I'm fine, really."
"Well," Dean told him, "that was different. Don't do that again!"
"What, it was a just vision, you've seen me have them before, I know you aren't thrilled with them, but…."
"It wasn't just a vision," Dean cut him off mid sentence, "you were gone for almost twenty minutes, you were crying like a baby and I couldn't wake you up."
"Twenty minutes? Huh," Sam reached up and wiped the tears from his face, "well, I guess that's different."
"Different! That's all you've got to say?"
"What would you like me to say? I get that you were worried, but you really need to lighten up about this. It really is not the end of the world here Dean. I have visions, get over it." Sam unwrapped himself from the blankets and stood up. "I'm going to catch a shower before we leave, start packing will ya."
Taken aback, Dean stared at Sam as he walked calmly to the bathroom. For the first time in his life he didn't know what to say to Sam. It was not what Sam said, but the way he said it. There was no fear in his voice when he spoke of the visions, no anxiety. It was like he was no longer scared of them and Dean knew these visions scared the hell out of Sam. Well, okay, they scared the hell out of Dean too, even though he'd never admit it.
Before he could think of anything to say Sam had closed the door shutting out any further conversation. Dean dressed quickly and packed their things into the car then he sat and waited for Sam. Even this was unusual. When the visions came they were normally on the road in minutes. Sam didn't take time to put on his shoes much less take a shower, a long shower at that. This was wrong. Dean decided they weren't going anywhere until Sam told him what the hell was going on.