Title: Reader's Special: Fourth Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Fourth Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Fourth Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For golden starfish - My one shot prompt is: Season 2. One or more outsiders witness Sam having a vision.

A/N: Took me a bit to decide how to do this one. Lol Since the outward appearance of the visions themselves mostly just looks like a kick-ass migraine and that doesn't necessarily make for gripping reading. Hopefully, I've come up with something worthwhile here. :D Hope you like it!
… I may have had a little fun at the start being in our outsider's head when the boys walked in. *snicker*

Reviews are love. :D
All chapters of the Reader's Special and Rewards are beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678.

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The bank lobby whispered with the voices of the twenty or so people gathered in lines for the tellers. Some of the voices were loud and echoed in the space while most were kept lower, trying not to stand out. Leila adjusted her purse on her shoulder for the tenth time and looked at the long line in front of her again. She sighed and shook her head.

"They never put enough tellers on for a Friday, dear. Do they?"

Leila looked over at the old woman behind her who had spoken and shook her head with a smile. "You'd think they'd learn."

The old woman pursed her lips and glared up at the still-not-moving line disapprovingly. "Probably saves them money using less tellers or something. Banks are all about keeping your money."

"Right." Leila nodded and turned away, hoping the woman wouldn't keep talking to her. She rolled her eyes for patience and wondered how she always seemed to get stuck next to the same sort of people in lines. She shifted her aching feet and looked over as the doors to the bank opened and more people came in. She felt her mouth open and her eyes widen as two of the tallest and - good lord! - sexiest men she had ever seen strode in. The one on the left had spiky brown hair over the face of an angel with lips that would make the devil beg, and the slightly taller man next to him had shaggy, dark hair that made her want to dig her fingers into it until he moaned and tilted, blue-green eyes that begged for candlelit rooms and satin sheets. She felt her breath stutter in her lungs and her face heat. "Wow," she breathed softly and forcibly looked away as they came toward the line.

"You sure about this, Sammy?"

Leila couldn't help the little smile at hearing that the impressively tall one's name was something as sweet as 'Sammy'. She looked over and sucked in a breath when she realized he was looking at her. "Oh. Um... hi."

"Hi." Sammy smiled at her and nodded. "We're not cutting in line. Honest."

Leila ducked her head and tried to remember how to speak as the other one's bottle-green eyes focused on her with a look that, coming from any other guy might have been an obnoxious leer, but coming from him, just kind of melted some of her brain. "I... no. Sure. It's... I didn't think you were." She continued to stare as Sammy rolled his eyes and slapped his ridiculously good looking friend.

"Dean, knock it off, and it's 'Sam', jerk."

"Didn't do nothin'." Dean returned and gave Leila a wicked smile and a quick wink that nearly dissolved her into a panting puddle.

"You're giving her the look." Sam-not-Sammy, turned his gaze back to her and she swallowed hard. "Ignore him. Sorry."

Leila could only nod, dumbstruck, as they moved slowly past her and had to swallow again. Her mouth had gone dry. "Good God." She scrubbed a hand over her face as she smiled.

"Well, not every day you see that sort of man buffet walk in a door, now is it?"

Leila groaned and covered her face with the old woman's entirely too loud voice behind her. There was no way the men hadn't heard and, sure enough, as Leila peeked out between her fingers, she saw the one named Dean turn a shameless grin back at them over his shoulder.

"Oh, my God. Please stop talking," Leila whispered urgently to the old woman. She startled badly, letting her heavy purse fall to the floor when the doors of the bank burst open and three men with guns stormed in. She was frozen in a paroxysm of fear as screams rose up to deafen her, echoing in the vaulted lobby and the gunmen's shouts to 'hit the floor' carried over top of them. She couldn't move. Leila stood staring as the nearest robber began to turn toward her leading with the gun.

Leila grunted in surprise as she was suddenly taken to the floor and half-smothered under a heavy body. "What?" She managed at last and blinked to find Sam-not-Sammy, easing slightly off of her with Dean right next to them. Both their eyes were trained on the gunmen.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked suddenly and his sweet eyes turned down to hers heavy with concern.

Leila nodded. "I... yes. Thank you. Sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't..."

"Don't worry about it."

Leila nodded again as Dean reached out and squeezed her arm.

"Just keep your head down." Sam said softly and looked back up to the armed men.

"Well, this isn't starting off well," Dean commented softly and Leila saw the glare he aimed up at a gunman who briefly aimed his weapon at Sam before moving on. Clearly, he was protective, whatever their relationship was, and Leila figured that, given her luck, they must be gay. They were entirely too pretty together. She gave herself a mental shake…here she was in the middle of an armed bank robbery and THAT was what she was thinking about?

Leila watched two of the robbers go to the teller windows and start demanding money while the third vanished into the back, probably after the bank vault, she thought. She reached out and impulsively caught Sam's sleeve when he got to his knees.

"It's ok," Sam told her with a quick smile and tugged his arm free.

"They'll shoot you!" Leila protested in a fierce whisper and was somewhat mollified when Dean grabbed hold of Sam and jerked him back down.

"Knock it off." Dean said with a stern glare.

"But..."

"But nothin', Sammy. Those guys aren't just gonna let you walk back there and look for him."

"Dean..." Sam's voice trailed off in a hiss and Leila watched in confusion as he slammed his eyes closed, groaned and wrapped both hands around his head.

"Is he alright?" Leila asked and put a hand out toward him but Dean quickly gathered Sam into his arms against him and tucked Sam's head down under his chin.

"He'll be fine." Dean assured her but his face was anything but calm. "Your shining's got shit timing, little brother," he whispered.

Leila's eyes widened again and now their attitudes made sense. Dean was his big brother. Of course he was. She watched Sam curl into him like a child into a parent and Dean's arm slipped protectively over the taller man's shoulders, somehow making him look smaller, younger. "What's wrong with him? Can I do anything?"

Dean's expression held both fear and irritation as he looked over at her. He glanced back at the robbers but they were thankfully focused on getting their money. He looked back down at Sam and frowned. "It's nothing. It's just... he'll be fine in a minute. Come on, Sammy. Snap out of it already. I'm right here. Sam."

Leila watched with a wistful smile as Sam's hands slowly unclenched from around his head and he seemed to sag into his older brother. She smiled when his eyes cracked open and blearily found hers.

"Dean?" Sam's voice was rough and hoarse and he took hold of the arm crossing his chest.

"Easy. Take it easy," Dean said softly and slowly shifted his brother until he could see Sam's face. "What'd you see?"

Sam shook his head. "He's here. Uh... vault. There's a woman." Sam tensed and tried to push himself up. "He's gonna kill her, Dean. She's... we have to stop him!"

"Whoa, ok. Stop."

Leila listened in confusion. It sounded like Sam was telling his brother he'd seen the future or something, but that was ridiculous of course.

"Dean, we have to save her!"

"Ok. Ok. Just... stay put." Dean eased Sam away from him and, to Leila's surprise, closer to her. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

Leila stared for a moment and made herself answer. "Leila."

"Leila. This here's my little brother, Sam." Dean waited until her hands came up and caught hold of Sam's shoulder, tugging him closer to her. "Need you to keep an eye on him for a minute while I go... talk to someone."

Leila kept her grip on Sam's shoulder and had the distinct impression from the look in Dean's eyes that she was being given a sacred trust. "I'll look after him. But -"

"Dean. No." Sam raised his head, and Leila could see that whatever had happened to him, he was in immense pain and barely able to keep his eyes open.

Dean gave his brother and Leila a wide grin. "I'll be fine."

Leila tugged on Sam and he toppled to the side a little into her. "Sam. Shh. It's alright." She wrapped an arm around his shoulders as his brother had done and could feel that he was trembling. She wasn't surprised when he groaned and put a hand back to his head. "I think you're supposed to lay down after a seizure."

"No." Sam kept his eyes on his brother, stubbornly refusing to close them and give himself any relief.

Leila watched Dean, and it was a bit like watching one of those action movies. He moved close to the floor and somehow stayed in the blind spot of the two robbers at the teller windows. They never even saw him until he was on the first. Leila gasped as Dean wrapped an arm around the first man's neck and kicked one of his knees out, dropping him to the floor. He slammed a punch into the side of the man's face that spun his head around and let him drop to the floor. He turned then in a roundhouse that would have made Jackie Chan cheer and caught the other robber in the chest. The man flew back and Dean was on him before he struck the wall, tearing his gun away and delivering another devastating punch that left the man senseless on the floor.

"Oh, my," Leila breathed and felt some of the tension in Sam's body release only to return when Dean hefted his newly acquired gun and vanished into the back of the bank. "He'll be alright, Sam. I'm sure."

"Damn well better be," Sam groaned and slumped a little harder into her side.

She slid a hand into his hair, as she'd used to do for her younger sister, to offer him comfort while he waited for whatever it was Dean was doing. "It wasn't a seizure, was it?" She asked then over the rising sound of the voices of the other bank patrons as they realized that they were miraculously out of danger and started moving towards the doors.

Sam shook his head, but he didn't say anything. His eyes were on the far side of the bank where his brother had gone as though he could see through the walls if he just looked hard enough. "Come on, Dean. Please."

Leila felt Sam jump as hard as she did when shots rang out from the back of the bank. People screamed and scattered for the doors in renewed terror, but Leila kept her place with Sam. She held on to him fiercely when he began to struggle. Dean had left him in her care, and she was, by God, not going to let him go rushing into danger when he could barely stand. She had a feeling that would not end well for her with Dean. "Sam, stop! Wait!" She wrapped both arms around him as he struggled and gasped, trying to catch his breath through his fear.

And then Dean was there. Leila looked up and saw him emerge from the back of the bank. He was half-carrying a young woman who looked dazed. She knew the moment Sam saw them because his struggles stopped and he seemed to collapse into her with the relief he felt. "There he is. He's alright, Sam. See?"

"Hey, little brother." Dean greeted as he neared them and lowered the woman down to sit on a nearby bench before he came and knelt next to them.

Leila's heart about broke with the way Dean wrapped a caring hand around his little brother's neck and met his eyes with a gentle smile. "Saved the damsel in distress." His eyes moved and found Leila's as he tugged Sam from her arms and into his again. "You stayed. Thank you."

Leila nodded, in a bit of a daze herself. "Anytime."

"Come on. Before they come looking to ask questions and crap."

"What about..." Sam's voice trailed off.

Dean shook his head. "Didn't have a choice. I'm sorry, Sammy."

Leila watched as Dean rose, bringing Sam with him, and the effortless way he supported his taller little brother with an arm over his shoulders and steered him toward the doors. They slipped outside amidst the mayhem of still-panicking people and officers rushing in to arrest the unconscious bank robbers.

"What... the hell just happened?" Leila asked softly of no one in particular and shook her head. She allowed a police officer to lift her from the floor and didn't argue when she was guided outside. Once on the street, she looked around and was surprised somehow that it was a bright, sunny day. Her eyes traveled beyond the flashing lights of police cruisers and the fluttering of yellow police tape and found a sleek black car just beyond them. Dean stood beside it atthe driver's side door, and, as Leila's eyes met his, he tossed her a solemn salute and then a blinding smile before he ducked in the car and closed the door.

Leila watched them pull away, thanked by no one and seeming to not mind their heroics going unheeded and she smiled. "Wow."

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The End.

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