Decapitation of... who?

Dean’s POV

“How can you seem so casual about this Dean?” Sam demanded, sitting at the table with his vegetarian pie. “Don’t you even care that we’re in Lawrence?”

I felt a bit taken aback, “I do care Sammy. Of course I care. It was your idea in the first place.” 

“Well it’s not you whose getting visions!” Sam snapped.

I frowned. “Wait, wait, wait Sammy, you’ve been having visions again? and you didn’t tell me?” I felt rather cheated on, but it wasn’t unusual for Sam to keep things from me.

“Well not so much visions as memories,” Sam tried to brush it off, but I wasn’t going to let off that easy.

“What do you mean? What of?” 

“Dad, you, me, after mom died.” Sam replied, rather quietly.

I thought for a second, this place was obviously having a bad effect on Sammy. 

“So what now?” I asked him.

Sam frowned. “I’m not sure, it’s not as if it’s the future. I guess I’ll ignore it,” Sam said with a solemn expression. Then he moved, to sit on his bed. We were silent for a moment, just staring at each other. Then Sam’s hands clutched his head again, and he gasped.

“Sam!” I exclaimed worriedly. “Are you alright? Sammy?”

Sam sat up, panting a bit, and looking scared. 

“What was it this time?” I asked him sympathetically.

Sam put on a pained face. “It was mom,” he admitted shakily. 

I said nothing, I could do nothing. “Mom?” I whispered in shock. “What was she doing? What happened?”

Sam hesitated. 

“Sammy?”

“It was mom dying,” Sam snapped eventually, sounding a bit angry.

I was silent, shocked. “What triggered it?” I asked.

Sam screwed up his face and looked around. “I have no idea.” He stood up, “I need some air.” I just nodded silently, and Sam left. 

 I sat down on my bed. My eyes prickled and I felt them well with tears. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. I always had a hard time in Lawrence, and I was already struggling to hold myself up.