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Flaming Telepaths

Title: Flaming Telepaths

Author: bodgei

Characters: Sam and Dean (Dean’s POV) 

Author’s note: So far it seems like I’m the only one who has noticed Sam doing these things before a vision.  But I think Dean will notice long before Sam does.  I don’t know if this is TYG or not, but it is my first finished fic since May

Disclaimer: Sam and Dean aren’t mine. I don’t make any money off of this, and if you want to sue me – go ‘head.  I got nothing, unless you want a 1990 Ford Probe.   Flaming Telepaths is a Blue Oyster cult song

I don’t know what wakes me: the engine of the Impala sounds fine, the radio is on low, the way Sam listens to it when I’m sleeping.  Everything seems perfectly normal for a moment, and then I notice that Sam isn’t humming along with whatever piece of shit tune is playing.  Sam hums.  He got the habit from Dad and it used to drive his little dorky friends crazy when they would study with him. 


He’s not humming, so something is wrong.   I look up at my brother.  Something is very wrong, there is a light sheen of sweat on his face. 


“You OK Sam?” I ask.


“Yeah,” he says looking over at me.  Mind you he shakes his head like he’s saying ‘no’, that’s when I realize what exactly is wrong.   


“Pull over.  I’m driving,” I say.  I sound like Dad when I say it, so I’m not surprised at Sam’s reply.


“No.  I’m fine.”


“Well I’m car sick,” OK I had to come up with something fast.  Sam looks at me like I’m crazy but pulls over to the side of the road.


We are crossing at the back of the car when it hits him, “Dean?” he says in that half whine, half panicked all pain tone of voice he gets when he’s having a vision.


“It’s OK Sammy. I got you,” I’ve got him by the elbows.  One day I’m not gonna make it fast enough and he’s gonna take me down with him.  Or just tip over into the road or something.  The top of his head is against my chest and he’s trembling a little “It’s OK kiddo,” only Dad got to call him that, but he’s not hearing anyway.  My brother is some place else.  This sucks.  I hate seeing him like this. I hate the pain more then the thought that he may be wrapped up in some evil thing.  If he is a part of some big evil plan, him and me, we can find a way to fight it.  The pain – well, we can’t fight that.


“Fuck,” he finally gasps and I know it’s over.  I help him to the passenger side of the car and help him into the seat.


“Bad?” I ask.

“It didn’t look too bad,” he says, letting his head drop between his legs.


“You gonna hurl?” I ask.  I didn’t want to know if his vision was bad.  I don’t give a rat’s ass.  I want to know how bad it was for him.


“No,” he croaks.  About 20 seconds later he hurls right where I had been standing.  Mind you, I had gone to the trunk to get him some water.  Lucky me.


“Better?” I ask handing him the bottle.


“Yeah,” he says swishing the water in his moth and then spitting it out, “So… how did you know?”


“Know what?” I ask slipping into the driver’s seat.


“That I was going to have a vision.”


“Right that,” I don’t know if I should tell him, but what the heck – it can’t hurt and it might help, “You were sweating.”


“Well it’s hot in here.”


“Dude, it’s like 40 in here.”




“And you do this head shaky thing.”


“What?” he sounds surprised – well maybe that’s the wrong word.


“And sometimes you rub your eyes a lot.”


“I do not!”


“Fine.  It was a lucky guess.  Where are we headed?”


“North,” he sounds pissy, but hey I kept him from crashing my car, and maybe one day he’ll believe me about what he looks like before a vision.  



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 6th, 2006 01:10 am (UTC)
Dude, that's awesome. I like it a lot. :)
Nov. 6th, 2006 01:12 am (UTC)
thank you and I love your icon - you know eating healthy dosent make you live longer - it just makes it FEEL longer...
Nov. 6th, 2006 01:15 am (UTC)

I had no idea I was replying through the fic journal. *facepalm*
Nov. 6th, 2006 01:57 am (UTC)
I don't care...
Nov. 6th, 2006 02:00 am (UTC)
Hee. I know. I just can't believe I was that sloppy.
Nov. 6th, 2006 02:08 am (UTC)
I do it ALL the time
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