Dean shifted so that he was sitting closer to his brother, rubbing Sam's back with his hand lightly as he tried to soothe his brother to sleep. "When Sam was six months old -- the night our mom died -- this demon, named Azazel, did something to him. I don't know if Dad ever figured it out, but I never knew what it was. Whatever it was though, it made him get these -- death visions. Snippets of the future that usually ended in people dying or bad things happening."

Dean swallowed slightly, before leaning back against the headboard. "The two years between Sam coming back on the hunt with me again and when he died, we tried to stop as many as we could. Couldn't save 'em all, but they led us to other kids like him. Other kids with gifts. Turns out Azazel was prepping them for some kind of Psychic Kid Showdown." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes. "How Sam got killed."