Why me? Why us? Spn fic.

A little Season 1-ish fun by: sifi.

Disclaimed? Yah Shure Yew Betcha Schnookums.

Loved... if there is such a thing.

OOooOO

"Mmm... nuh... D," he didn't want to do it.

"Sam?" the older brother questioned glancing sidelong at him from the driver's seat.

I won't! I won't do it! Gotta be strong! But his mouth had other ideas. "D, d...nnn." he couldn't stop his body from doubling over, his head from trying to bury itself between his knees as the pain made him wonder not for the first time how he managed to survive these damned things.

"SAM?!" Dean barked watching the color drain out of his little brother.

He pulled to the shoulder of the road slamming the impala into park and turned in the seat even as Sam's fingers flailed at the door latch.

Must be bad... I hate it when this happens. If Sam was reaching for the door latch it was a sure bet that whatever he was seeing was something nobody in their right minds wanted to.

"Sam?" Dean checked his voice, trying to calm the harsh out of it. Why the fuck him? What the fuck's going on! Can we stop this shit please!

"Mmm..." Sam groaned, "it's Turner..." I hate this! Another leg of the vision exploded into his brain leaving the outside world non-existent.

"Sam!" Dean barked as his little brother fell out of the car and into him unconscious. "Sam?" there was no need to mask his concern, Sam was out and all he could do was wait.

OOooOO

Tbc.

Would love to hear from anyone.

thanks, sifi.