Ok, so, I got this idea, and I thought... why not write it. I haven't seen a story like this before, so I thought it would be different and deal with more compressing issues rather than just the hunting, finding the demon, ect...

This is just the prologue. I wanted to write a very short part and see what people think, and see if people think I should continue it before I write something long.

New Light in the Dark

"Um, dad, it's Sam…" Sam talked into his cell phone, on his bed in the motel him and Dean were staying at while in Chicago, Illinois. "Uh… it's Dean. Something has happened. I want to get to speak with you instead of leaving you a voice message. Call me back, Dad. Please…" he hung up the phone with a sigh and let it fall from his hand and onto the bed. He had no idea what to do. He never expected something like this to happen. Things changed for the worse in a matter of seconds. "Dean, what are you doing?"

Sam fixed his eyes on the closed bathroom door, and waited a couple of seconds for a reply from his older brother, but it never came. "Dean?" Standing up, he made his way to the door, and he lifted his arm up, letting his knuckles touch the wooden door and he knocked. "Dean?"

"What?" Dean asked through the door with annoyance showing through his voice.

"I just uh… I wanted to see if you're all right?"

Sam heard footsteps, and then his brother opening the door a moment later. He saw how mad Dean looked, and for a split second, he thought he saw sadness, but frustration quickly showed up, hiding any other emotions he may be feeling.

"Do I look all right, man?"


"Then that answers your damn question," Dean said moving past Sam, making his way toward the other side of the room, near the table. "How can you even ask me if I'm ok when everything is different; I'm different, Sam."

"Dean, the doctors… they say it will clear up."

"The doctors say that just to ease the patient and the people they're with, but the doctors don't know shit, Sam," Dean faced Sam. "Don't stand there and tell me you believe the crap that comes out of their mouth. Say it, Sam. Tell me you believe I'm going to be like this for the rest of my damn life. Go ahead. Tell me I'm going to be blind for good."