I always loved the whole 'Sam has visions' storyline of season 1 and 2, which I recently re watched… why you ask? Because I'm obsessed!

Anyway, it got me thinking about what would have happened if Sam started getting his visions much earlier. In this story I made Sammy 14, therefor dean is 18.

This will be a two part story…. Here's part one xxx

Visions

Chapter 1

'What the hell' though Sam as he continued to slowly massage his temples. This headache started in the morning, it wasn't too bad then, but it seemed that every minute the day progressed, it's gotten worse and worse. Now Sam was in English class, trying to concentrate on his teacher's passionate lecture about how great Shakespeare is. Sam usually loves English, it's one of his favourite classes and he really does find Shakespeare plays fascinating, but it feels like his head is going to explode and all he wants is to hear that stupid bell, telling him that he can finally go home.

The bell rang and Sam let out a sigh of relief, he couldn't wait to get out of there so he can go home, get something for this stupid headache, and go to sleep.

As he walked out of the building Sam spotted the familiar black 1967 Chevy impala, inside it was Dean, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of AC/DC. He walked over slowly, walking fast made his head hurt more, and entered the car without speaking.

"You look like hell" Dean stated matter-of-factly.

"Gee, thanks" Sam replied quietly. He knew he looked like crap, that doesn't mean he needs to hear it.

Dean just sat there looking at his brother, he wasn't lying, Sam really did look like hell. He had dark circles under his eyes and that constant crease on his forehead that indicated to Dean he was in pain, and that worried him more than he was willing to admit. Maybe his little brother was coming down with something, would be sucky timing since they were really closing in on the spirit that's been terrorising this town for weeks. But with the Winchester luck, Sam's only going to get worse from here, just great.

"No seriously dude, what's wrong with you?" Dean asked, genuinely concerned.

"It's just a headache Dean, all I need is some aspirin and sleep and I'll be good to go in the morning" Sam answered slightly annoyed, he just wanted to get home.

"Alright, whatever you say little brother" Dean said with a smile and he started driving.

The rest of the car ride to their temporary home was done in silence.

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When the brothers finally got home, Sam practically sprinted inside the house and into the kitchen to get some aspirin. The car ride certainly didn't help his headache and he felt as if there were knifes stabbing into his skull over and over again. Sam took the pills as Dean entered the kitchen.

Dean just stood there eyeing his brother for a moment. Sam was acting weird, has been since this morning, and he was wondering if it was just a bad headache or if there was something else going on, either way, he was going to get to the bottom of it. Well, he would have if his little brother had given him a chance. As soon as Sam swallowed the pills followed by a few long sips of water, he started making his was quickly up the stair of the small apartment and towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower" he said quickly as he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Dean looked at the door confused, 'what the hell is going on' he thought. Sam was usually extremely talkative and energetic. He would come back from school every day, jumping around, exited to tell Dean about all of the interesting things he learned that day, well, Sam found them interesting, Dean on the other hand, not so much. Sam's constant talking would usually annoy the older brother, but right now, he kind of missed his twelve year old brothers chattering. The house was extremely quiet and it sent chills up Dean's spine. Their dad was out on another small hunt while they did the research for this one, meaning the brothers were left to take care of themselves for a few days. He found himself quickly bored with nothing could do, he could do homework, but who was he kidding, that's not going to happen. Dean settled for lying down on the couch and turning on the TV, it was going to be a long evening.

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Sam was lying in bed, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. He quickly realized the drugs weren't doing anything to help him and tried desperately to fall asleep and get away from the torturing pain. Dean come in a few times to check on him but he just insisted he was fine and that he just needed sleep, that was until it happened.

With an extremely painful stab to the head, Sam's vision went white for a few moments and he closed his eyes.

He was no longer in the small apartment, but in house the ghost they were hunting was causing havoc. Sam was extremely confused, he looked around and his confusion multiplied as his eyes fell on the three figures in the house, Dean, John and himself. All three men started heading down the stairs towards the basement where they believed the woman's bones were being kept. Sam quickly followed and watched as the men found the bones and started splashing them the gasoline and salt.

Bang!

The sudden noise of a gunshot going off filled the air and Sam felt his stomach drop. He looked around to see the ghost of Ruby Harding smiling, holding a shot gun in her hand, she was beautiful and Sam was mesmerised by her. He only turned back to three men when he heard his own voice scream.

"Dean!" Yelled the other Sam.

Dean was on the floor, shot in the heart while the other Sam was hovering on top of him, shaking him, pleading for him to wake up. John finally lit the match and burned Ruby's bones, but it was too late, Dean was dead.

Sam started running towers his brother when a flash of white came again.

He was back in his room, crying, gasping for air as he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder. He looked up slightly to see an arm wearing a leather jacket. Dean.

"It's ok Sammy, it was just a nightmare, you're ok" Dean assured gently.

But Sam knew it wasn't a nightmare, it felt different, it felt so real, not like any nightmare he's ever had before and Sam was at a complete loss of what to do.

He willed himself to calm down and managed to get his breath back to a normal rate.

"So, what did you dream about?" Sam heard his brother ask, but he wasn't quite ready to open his mouth yet.

Dean was extremely worried about his little brother's lack of response. Sam was often plagued with nightmares, the poor kid, and he knew this, but this time was different. Sam didn't usually have such a bad reaction, and when he did come out of a particularly bad one, he would look to Dean for comfort and support. But his little brother just sat there, staring at the wall as if he wasn't even aware of Dean's presence.

"Sammy?" Dean asked softly, hoping to finally get some response from his little brother.

Sam seemed to snap out of it and finally make eye contact with him.

"Yeah I'm ok, just want to go back to sleep" Sam lied, but he really didn't want to concern Dean, especially if it was really just another nightmare.

"You sure Sammy"

"Yeah Dean I'm sure"

"Alright, I'll be down in the kitchen of you need me"

And with that Dean exited the room, leaving Sam alone to deal with whatever the hell that was.

So…. What did you guys think of chapter 1?

Please review and tell me what you think, I always love hearing your opinions.

Chapter 2 will be posted in a few days! You want to know what this vision will lead to? Dean's reaction? How about johns? Well, just follow this story!

This next chapter will be longer as well, I promise.

Till next time….

-Mika xxx