Hey all! This fic idea was sent to me by hotshow and she asked me to write it for her. It's taken me forever, but I've finally gotten started! Please tell me what you think! :)


Sam sighed heavily, staring out the window at the scenery that flashed by. After the mess with Max and his family, Dean had pretty much shoved him in the car and took off as fast as he could coax his baby to go. As if distancing themselves from the poor kid would make everything else they had gone through go away too. Like the waking visions.

Sam leaned his aching head against the window, wincing with discomfort, then relaxing in relief, as the cool glass soothed him.

He could feel Dean's eyes on him. First the nightmares, now visions, and...whatever the heck I did to free myself from the closet. No matter how ashamed of it he was, he just couldn't seem to banish the fear that had settled deep in his mind. What is happening to me? Is Dean going to have to hunt me too? Am I going to end up like Max – so messed up that my choice is either kill myself or have Dean put me down like some kind of animal or...supernatural creature? Could Dean even do that if it came to it? Oh gosh. A perfect memory of Max shooting himself, his blood everywhere, his father suffocating, his uncle's blood staining the window as he was beheaded by was sure he was going to be sick. His vision wavered in front of him, blurring for a moment.

"Dean, pull over." His voice was hoarse and raw, strained.

"What?" Dean's voice was sharp with surprise and worry.

"Pull over!" he demanded.

Dean yanked the car to the side of the road just in time. Sam threw the door open, dropping to his knees beside the car, emptying his stomach of what little he had managed to keep down in the last few days onto the side of the road.

He became aware of Dean crouching beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his back, after a few minutes of painful heaving. He was wordlessly handed a water bottle to wash out his mouth and Sam felt a burst of gratitude fill him. Whatever happens at least I have Dean.

"Sammy? Are you okay?"

Sam nodded, reluctantly accepting Dean's help standing up.

Dean hesitated before headed back to his side of the car. "Are you sure?"

Sam offered his big brother a small smile and nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure."

...

At some point, Sam had fallen asleep. How long was I asleep? It's freakin' dark outside. Where are we?

"Hey, Dean, what time's'it?" he slurred as he shifted, starting to get up.

Dean sounded amused. "You've only been asleep for a couple of hours, princess. It's probably about 4."

Sam frowned. "Dean, it is so dark outside, how could it possibly be 4?"

The following silence was ominous.

"Sammy...it's perfectly light outside. The sun hasn't even begun to set yet."

Panic hit Sam violently, like a speeding freight train.

"Dean! Dean, I can't see. I can't see!"

The car was yanked over to the side of the road and a moment later, Sam felt Dean's hands on his face, turning it.

"Sammy. Sammy, calm down, deep breath, man. You're okay. You're okay. Deep breath. It's probably just some fluke."

Sam wondered who Dean was trying to convince.

"Dean, I can't see!"

"I know, kiddo. I know. I don't...nothing looks different." Dean sounded frustrated, his helplessness in the situation killing him.

"Dean, I can't see." Sam couldn't seem to get passed this fact, his whole body shaking.

"Whoa, Sammy, kiddo. It's okay. You're going into shock, you just need to calm down. We'll figure this out. We'll figure it out."

Sam felt Dean's pull on his body and a second later he was enwrapped in a hug that his older brother never would have given him except under these extreme circumstances. Despite that fact, it helped more than anything to calm Sam down.

He didn't even realize he was crying until Dean's thumb gently wiped the tears away from his cheeks.

Sam closed his useless eyes, biting back at the fear and panic when nothing was different at the change.

"Okay. Okay, Sammy. There has to be an explanation for this. We need to go see Bobby."

Sam nodded, opening his eyes again, then froze, his whole body going stiff.

"Sam? What is it? Sammy?"

"Dean, I...I think my vision is a little clearer. I can see some color, some light. Wait, yeah, it's...oh gosh, it's clearing up."

Dean offered Sam a relieved smile, but a single look into his big brother's eyes and Sam knew that Dean was freaked and worried. Join the club.

"Okay. That was weird." Sam tried to go for nonchallant, attempting to regain some of his shredded dignity. I freaking cried in front of him. Crap. He's never going to let me forget this. Well, once he gets over how freaky this was.

"Alright, Sammy. We're still going to head to Bobby's. Maybe he can figure out what the heck that was."