Okie dokies guys...I'm finishing off some of me old stories, and i came acros this one, all cobwebbed lol
so i got my but sat down, and carried on, sorry it tool so long, my last year in high school yay, and it's great.
on with chapter 2 xxxxxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: i do not, have not and will not own Sam or Dean Winchester, their father...or sniff the car...but someday i'm gonna buy that model but until that life changing day...i do not.
depress me further thanks world.
WARNINGS: maybe a lot or mostly LIMP! Sam and protective/worried Dean. Angst/violence and language i suppose. oh and spoilers for season 2 finale wooooooooooo i loved that ep, well i love me all but wowowoowww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: When Sam's visions become more than he can handle, and Dean doesn't know how to help...will a startling new ability break or make the brothers...okay so maybe bro fluff aswell. -note- all errors, spelling mistakes and faults all me, sorry microsoft word decided now of all times to break..dumbass...so word pad will have to do...stupid!
Chapter 2: I don't want this!
Previously on Supernatural 'New Discoveries'...
"No Sam, we had this talk, your not fucking turning evil! your as good as any innocent!" Dean yelled, Sam always saw the best in other people, why couldn't he in himself?
"Dean...?" Sam staggered
"What!" Snapped Dean. turning to face a very...pale Sam? "Sammy?" Dean ran to Sam's side and lifted his head to meet Dean's gaze.
"Ahhh...Dean!...ahh...oh god!" Sam arched his back and fell into a nose dive for the carpet.
"Whoa!!!" Dean leaned in and caught Sam, guiding him safely to the ground, low moans and grunts came from a panicked little brother.
"Dean...make it st-stop, please...hurts" Sam gasped, his head flung back and face pulled tight, eyes clenched and fists drawn in Deans jacket.short gasps.
"Ahh...ahhh..." Sam let lose a stray breath he hadn't relaised he'd been holding and began to steadily fall free from the igniting pain.
His fists released and his breath slowed, he let his eyes slides shut and relaxed his face,head resting on the carpet beside Dean's lap, sam gazed up.
"Whats happening to me?"
Dean honestly didn't know how or even what to answer to that question, in truth he never wanted to hear sammy so broken, ever saying that.
Dean carried Sam over to his bed, when he'd passed out again after another headache vision thingy.
Dean didn't know what the hell they were, neither did Sam but he could tell they hurt like a bitch from hell.
3 hours ago, Sam had complained of a major headache, then dropped on the spot. Dean didn't even have time to stop his limbs from hitting furniture on the way down.
Even now Dean could see the ugly purple /black bruising covering Sam's collarbone, the kid hadn't woken up yet. Just remained in a very very deep sleep.
Great, what a timing to get killer headaches and nose bleeds that last an hour each-some good the powers that be are doing ha! higher power my ass
Rustling of Sheets, and a gasp brought attention to his younger brother, sat straight up on his bed, face pale and his breathing heavy.
"You okay?" Dean asked attentively.
"What did you just say?" Sam asked worriedly.
"er..i said 'you okay'" Dean replied looking slightly uneasy. he walked over to his brother.
"No, before. why i woke up,...something about powers?" Sam asked quietly rubbing his head. Deans face paled a little, but he only imagined himself beleiving what Sam said. Just a conincidence right?
"you got a headache again?" he asked more worriedly.
"yeah, just now...i woke up, you were talking to yourself" Sam half laughed, then saw the look Dean shot at him.
"I havn't spoken since just then, to you sammy"
"But you were talking about...powers and...time or something, it's all hazy" Sam said defecnively. his brother might think he was more of a freak now.
aww Sammy...what the hell's goin' on with you?
"I don't know, i hate this..." Sam sighed.
Dean turned stark white, and sure he broke his jaw when it dropped open.
"Sammy?" he cautioned, voice quivering slightly. "I never said anything"
"But..you asked what the hell was going on with me, i heard you" Sam rubbed his head again as the pain bubbled under the surface.
"I...i didn't say it Sammy...i thought it" Dean confessed breathlessly, barely believing it himself, he should've known the Winchesters never had coincidences.
"You...wait a minute...you...but i...oh god!" Sam breathed heavily, he couldn't have another ability, he just couldn't! He couldn't cope withy the visions as it was.
So many 'couldn'ts' and not any 'coulds' as of yet. Dean was going to go ape, and Sam was losing it.
"You goin' telekineti-crap on me or something?" Dean tried to be humorous. It fell flat.
"yes, telepathy Dean" was the simple, honest and sounded friggin terrified answer Sam whsipered, still not really beleiving it.
Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! fuckin' hell! Dean glanced at Sam's stare. Oh...fuck Sammy, you can hear this?
Sam nodded, "It's not that bad of an ability, just a headache. At least it's not what some have..." Sam was lost in thought. Theres a chance i still might not turn evil, telepathic wasn't evil...it even helped ...or it could in certain posistions...but why now?
"What do you mean?" Dean said automatically in big brother stance.
"Some people can mind crontrol-remember? some can move things...i guess it's not an evil ability" Sam admitted.
"Evil?...yiu still think your gonna g darkside?"
"This new ability almost proves it!" Sam said harshly.
"You won't Sammy" Dean said softly.
Sam stared incredulous.
i promise you Sam, nothing like that will ever happen...now stay outta my head, your too young for this.
Sam smiled at that.
At least Dean was cracking jokes, that was a good sign.
Sam's smile broke bolder.
"I can tell when your lying now, or when you don't tell me things. Or what your planning" Sam smiled, even with a dimpled left side. Now that made Dean smile too.
"ha! little brother not even tele-...whatever it is can break my poker mode" Dean winked.
Everything seemed to be going along better now...they were both happier-considerably happier than before, and things were settling in as not so much of a shock now.
Sam's new ability wasn't dangerous, and if anything was a help with their line of work, so when they were eating fast food later that night and Sam's killer headache struck without any warning and Sam screamed the days events of getting happy were trashed in a moment.
He pressed a hand to his throbbing and aching temples to try and delay the pain.
The chair he was sat in was laying on it's side, Sam in the same posistion not far from the fallen furniture.
"SAM!" Dean scrambled to catch Sam as he flew backwards reeling holding his head, hair fisted in his hands.
But Sam couldn't here anymore...just muffled voices and snippets of conversations, prayers, arguments, hates, threats and most personal thoughts.
Nobody else was in the room, just the neighbouring motel users and a world of passing cars outside their door.
Realization hit coldly, and the only form of thought Sam had before the pain became a black hole was that he could hear EVERYONES thoughts.
Dean continued to scream even as Sam went limp, and after the pain creases left his forehead.
hahahahaha lol well more to come soon my guys xxxxxxxxxxx
thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed that xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx