Vision
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 1027
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam has a vision.
For some reason, the night kept dragging on. A stupid case of a demon who was possessing a small group of backpackers had taken way too long, and Sam was beginning to get a headache. He had no reason for it as he followed Dean through the woods, as it didn't feel like a vision. Most of the backpackers had run off or were dead by the time they'd arrived, and the only one that had been living was possessed which they'd had to shoot - a cute girl named Matilda. It'd been a hard case. Maybe that was it. They'd destroyed the demon though by killing her.
As they headed from the woods towards a connecting park, Sam found himself watching his feet. He was absolutely starving, but something didn't feel right. He'd never been hungrier in his life, though a different part of him wanted something else that he couldn't describe. It felt familiar enough so he kept it from Dean, figuring it'd leave eventually.
Once the trees began to lighten and he could see children and parents picnicking in the park, he looked towards Dean. "Can we stop by somewhere and get something to eat?"
"There's a diner that we passed to get here. How about there?"
"Yeah. Sure. I'm just... I'm hungry and my head feels weird." As the words were spoken, he could feel an overpowering need to harm people. It made him stop and lose sense of all direction, until he noticed a rock nearby. A single, sharp rock that he picked up quickly and rose, then slammed towards Dean's head. The thing was that the time before it was a demon possessing him - this time something else was going on.
Dean began to back up, expecting the hit but not fast enough - he was soon unconscious. Along with him being knocked out, there was a large cut on his head that was bleeding and made Sam's senses go into overdrive.
Running into the park, he noticed people everywhere. It was filled. But with normal eyes and a clean body, he looked relatively normal at first glance. As a woman passed him to head to a set of bathrooms nearby, he proved something was wrong. A hand shot out to grab her neck, and with a quick movement he broke it. Screaming erupted from the crowd but he ran towards the next person - a man who was trying to run off. A steak skewer laid on a grill - an easy weapon. He grabbed it and kicked the man's legs out from underneath him, only to press it quickly into his head.
The world seemed to fade for a moment before coming back and his eyes zoned in on a young girl crouched over the woman, crying for her mother to wake up. He tilted his head some in curiosity but then walked towards her, ready to grasp her arm.
As he reached out, the yell of Dean's voice shocked him. "Get away from her!"
Loud, clear - everything that was needed to back away from her and to move his attention to his elder brother. He looked towards him to see he was bleeding badly, and for the briefest of moments he whispered, "Dean?" Then the girl was trying to run off and sobbing as she went which diverted his attention. So loud - she hurt his ears.
He needed to shut her up.
The only logical way of doing that was by her mouth, so he grasped her quickly around her throat and began to crush it, trying to get her to be quiet. It worked after a second, making her go silent and just cry which he grinned at.
The gunshot was louder than anything else. For some reason, he could see as the gun fired it though his back was turned towards it. The bullet gave relief, and his body fell to the ground in a heap. His world went black then came back into vision yet blurry.
Dean ran over to make sure the girl was okay. Once he made sure she was breathing, he checked for Sam's pulse. Sam could see him panicking, checking over and over, then shouting words that slurred together. He could only make out one - "no." It was shouted over and over, and finally sobbed out.
Eventually the gun was raised to his own head as he looked towards the girl. A small smile was given as the bullet came through and into his skull, giving him relief. Somehow Sam knew Dean couldn't live if Sam wasn't alive.
Suddenly, Sam's eyes came back into focus and he found himself staring at the old dash of the Impala. With shaking hands, he grasped his head and it helped some until Dean's hand moved to his back to try and comfort him. Another thing touching him burned, hurting so badly. He gave a small yelp of pain and jumped back, then glanced towards Dean. "You're alive!" he gasped as realization hit him.
Dean slowly rose both brows. "Of course I am. What did you see?"
Sam shook his head and looked towards the woods, only to notice where they were. "Get us out of here. Now."
A blank, confused look was given, even after the vision. "Sammy, we got a case. There's a demon in there. Y'know that - you're the one that found it."
"Get us out of here before I get possessed again!" Sam came to another realization - Dean was taking too long, so he moved his foot to the gas as he noticed the car was only being braked. Dean's foot quickly was pulled off so the car's tires weren't ruined, and the car took off with a strong jerk that got Dean shouting at him.
He didn't care though. He couldn't let them both die, not like that. He wasn't even sure if that was a possession, which was terrifying him.
As soon as they were in open road, he took Dean's gun and made sure there was only one bullet in it. He couldn't let Dean make the biggest mistake of his life.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 1027
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam has a vision.
For some reason, the night kept dragging on. A stupid case of a demon who was possessing a small group of backpackers had taken way too long, and Sam was beginning to get a headache. He had no reason for it as he followed Dean through the woods, as it didn't feel like a vision. Most of the backpackers had run off or were dead by the time they'd arrived, and the only one that had been living was possessed which they'd had to shoot - a cute girl named Matilda. It'd been a hard case. Maybe that was it. They'd destroyed the demon though by killing her.
As they headed from the woods towards a connecting park, Sam found himself watching his feet. He was absolutely starving, but something didn't feel right. He'd never been hungrier in his life, though a different part of him wanted something else that he couldn't describe. It felt familiar enough so he kept it from Dean, figuring it'd leave eventually.
Once the trees began to lighten and he could see children and parents picnicking in the park, he looked towards Dean. "Can we stop by somewhere and get something to eat?"
"There's a diner that we passed to get here. How about there?"
"Yeah. Sure. I'm just... I'm hungry and my head feels weird." As the words were spoken, he could feel an overpowering need to harm people. It made him stop and lose sense of all direction, until he noticed a rock nearby. A single, sharp rock that he picked up quickly and rose, then slammed towards Dean's head. The thing was that the time before it was a demon possessing him - this time something else was going on.
Dean began to back up, expecting the hit but not fast enough - he was soon unconscious. Along with him being knocked out, there was a large cut on his head that was bleeding and made Sam's senses go into overdrive.
Running into the park, he noticed people everywhere. It was filled. But with normal eyes and a clean body, he looked relatively normal at first glance. As a woman passed him to head to a set of bathrooms nearby, he proved something was wrong. A hand shot out to grab her neck, and with a quick movement he broke it. Screaming erupted from the crowd but he ran towards the next person - a man who was trying to run off. A steak skewer laid on a grill - an easy weapon. He grabbed it and kicked the man's legs out from underneath him, only to press it quickly into his head.
The world seemed to fade for a moment before coming back and his eyes zoned in on a young girl crouched over the woman, crying for her mother to wake up. He tilted his head some in curiosity but then walked towards her, ready to grasp her arm.
As he reached out, the yell of Dean's voice shocked him. "Get away from her!"
Loud, clear - everything that was needed to back away from her and to move his attention to his elder brother. He looked towards him to see he was bleeding badly, and for the briefest of moments he whispered, "Dean?" Then the girl was trying to run off and sobbing as she went which diverted his attention. So loud - she hurt his ears.
He needed to shut her up.
The only logical way of doing that was by her mouth, so he grasped her quickly around her throat and began to crush it, trying to get her to be quiet. It worked after a second, making her go silent and just cry which he grinned at.
The gunshot was louder than anything else. For some reason, he could see as the gun fired it though his back was turned towards it. The bullet gave relief, and his body fell to the ground in a heap. His world went black then came back into vision yet blurry.
Dean ran over to make sure the girl was okay. Once he made sure she was breathing, he checked for Sam's pulse. Sam could see him panicking, checking over and over, then shouting words that slurred together. He could only make out one - "no." It was shouted over and over, and finally sobbed out.
Eventually the gun was raised to his own head as he looked towards the girl. A small smile was given as the bullet came through and into his skull, giving him relief. Somehow Sam knew Dean couldn't live if Sam wasn't alive.
Suddenly, Sam's eyes came back into focus and he found himself staring at the old dash of the Impala. With shaking hands, he grasped his head and it helped some until Dean's hand moved to his back to try and comfort him. Another thing touching him burned, hurting so badly. He gave a small yelp of pain and jumped back, then glanced towards Dean. "You're alive!" he gasped as realization hit him.
Dean slowly rose both brows. "Of course I am. What did you see?"
Sam shook his head and looked towards the woods, only to notice where they were. "Get us out of here. Now."
A blank, confused look was given, even after the vision. "Sammy, we got a case. There's a demon in there. Y'know that - you're the one that found it."
"Get us out of here before I get possessed again!" Sam came to another realization - Dean was taking too long, so he moved his foot to the gas as he noticed the car was only being braked. Dean's foot quickly was pulled off so the car's tires weren't ruined, and the car took off with a strong jerk that got Dean shouting at him.
He didn't care though. He couldn't let them both die, not like that. He wasn't even sure if that was a possession, which was terrifying him.
As soon as they were in open road, he took Dean's gun and made sure there was only one bullet in it. He couldn't let Dean make the biggest mistake of his life.