What Matters Most 1/4
SUMMARY: Can a psychic that helped their father help Sam and Dean understand Gemini?
THEN
"Dean....if we're going to do this, to be this - we can't have secrets."
"I agree. We can't. Especially with you living in my head when we're Gemini."
Sam took a deep breath. "Then you need to know - I-I'm a bit of a freak."
"So am I, dude. It's called being half of one person--"
"No, Dean. I-I mean.... I have dreams. Nightmares. And sometimes....sometimes they come true."
Dean just stared at him for a long moment, then he curled his hand against the back of Sam's neck. "What affects one, now affects both," he said with emotion. "We'll deal."
NOW
Sam let out a choked gasp as he jerked awake, sitting straight up in bed and knocking Dean to the floor as he flailed.
Dean sat up, knuckling his eyes. "What was that?"
".....dream......uuuugh!" Both hands flew to Sam's forehead, and he rocked back and forth, gasping with the pain.
Dean clambered back onto the king-sized bed, suddenly ridiculously grateful for the convention in the podunk town that had closed down all the other rooms in the motel. He'd possibly have slept through this. "Last time you dreamed and woke up like this--"
Sam nodded miserably, his pain-filled voice joining his brother's to finish the sentence. "It was one of those vision-dreams."
Neither of them had noticed their unison-speak becoming more frequent, and they probably wouldn't have cared if they had.
Dean's fingers curled over Sam's shoulder. "Need painkillers?" At his groan, Dean crawled off the bed, returning with three ibuprofin and water. Once they were down and Sam was laying back onto the pillows, Dean stretched out beside him and asked, "So what was it?"
"Can I just...show you?" Sam asked miserably.
For answer, Dean snapped the fingers of his left hand.
Gemini lay on the bed a moment later, his slanted dark eyes unfocused as the images from Sam's vision skittered through his mind.
When the replay ended and the brothers rolled apart to lay side-by-side on the bed, Dean was shaking. "What is it?" Sam asked, running a palm over his arm as if to warm him. "What's the matter?"
"I know that house," Dean whispered, his eyes huge and unfocused, replaying the images they'd both seen. "It's 153 Conover Street....Lawrence, Kansas."
Sam frowned. "How do you know that address so precisely?"
"I've known it since I was three. Dad made me memorise it." He shivered. "It's our house, Sam. Where we were both born. Where Mom--"
Sam squeezed his arm. "And this new family...."
"How far away are we?" Dean asked.
Sam sat up, eyes unfocusing as he traced a route in his head - a trick of Dean's that the brothers now shared. "Driving, about a day and a half. Gemini could be there in four hours."
"We'll go in the morning, then," Dean said. "I'll find the Impala a place to wait, and we'll fly there."
Sam swallowed, nodding. "You felt that, too, huh?"
"Yeah." They locked eyes, and finished in unison.
"This can't wait."
On To Part Two
THEN
"Dean....if we're going to do this, to be this - we can't have secrets."
"I agree. We can't. Especially with you living in my head when we're Gemini."
Sam took a deep breath. "Then you need to know - I-I'm a bit of a freak."
"So am I, dude. It's called being half of one person--"
"No, Dean. I-I mean.... I have dreams. Nightmares. And sometimes....sometimes they come true."
Dean just stared at him for a long moment, then he curled his hand against the back of Sam's neck. "What affects one, now affects both," he said with emotion. "We'll deal."
NOW
Sam let out a choked gasp as he jerked awake, sitting straight up in bed and knocking Dean to the floor as he flailed.
Dean sat up, knuckling his eyes. "What was that?"
".....dream......uuuugh!" Both hands flew to Sam's forehead, and he rocked back and forth, gasping with the pain.
Dean clambered back onto the king-sized bed, suddenly ridiculously grateful for the convention in the podunk town that had closed down all the other rooms in the motel. He'd possibly have slept through this. "Last time you dreamed and woke up like this--"
Sam nodded miserably, his pain-filled voice joining his brother's to finish the sentence. "It was one of those vision-dreams."
Neither of them had noticed their unison-speak becoming more frequent, and they probably wouldn't have cared if they had.
Dean's fingers curled over Sam's shoulder. "Need painkillers?" At his groan, Dean crawled off the bed, returning with three ibuprofin and water. Once they were down and Sam was laying back onto the pillows, Dean stretched out beside him and asked, "So what was it?"
"Can I just...show you?" Sam asked miserably.
For answer, Dean snapped the fingers of his left hand.
Gemini lay on the bed a moment later, his slanted dark eyes unfocused as the images from Sam's vision skittered through his mind.
When the replay ended and the brothers rolled apart to lay side-by-side on the bed, Dean was shaking. "What is it?" Sam asked, running a palm over his arm as if to warm him. "What's the matter?"
"I know that house," Dean whispered, his eyes huge and unfocused, replaying the images they'd both seen. "It's 153 Conover Street....Lawrence, Kansas."
Sam frowned. "How do you know that address so precisely?"
"I've known it since I was three. Dad made me memorise it." He shivered. "It's our house, Sam. Where we were both born. Where Mom--"
Sam squeezed his arm. "And this new family...."
"How far away are we?" Dean asked.
Sam sat up, eyes unfocusing as he traced a route in his head - a trick of Dean's that the brothers now shared. "Driving, about a day and a half. Gemini could be there in four hours."
"We'll go in the morning, then," Dean said. "I'll find the Impala a place to wait, and we'll fly there."
Sam swallowed, nodding. "You felt that, too, huh?"
"Yeah." They locked eyes, and finished in unison.
"This can't wait."
On To Part Two