A/N this is inspired by an anime I once watched or a manga I read I can't remember which and I can't remember the name, needless to say I don't own the concept. The concept of the anime was that when each of the two people closed their eyes they saw what the other saw heard and felt the same things. They communicated too. So every time the girl went to sleep (she was English) the boy was awake (he was Japanese) and vice versa. I am using this concept partly. You will see. please help me out with how this reads.

I have one friend and he doesn't even know that he is my only friend. We have never spoken or written to each other. He has never seen my face but I have seen his in the mirror when I close my eyes some mornings. Sometimes it's even night for him and day for me. His name is Sam and he doesn't know I exist. It sounds strange I know. My parents even went so far as to have me checked out by a child psychiatrist when I was a young kid. The very nice lady concluded that it was no harm and seemed to just be a coping mechanism for being a lonely only child.

I'm not sure I am explaining this very well. I'll just tell you about the first time a clearly remember doing it. I must have been about 4 or 5 years old I was laying outside on the grass looking up at the storm clouds roll in and I closed my eyes for a second. When I did I saw a clear blue sky but not as if I was looking up I opened my eyes quickly and sat up. I was very confused, I closed my eyes again and even as I felt the first rain drops on my face I felt the warmth of the sun on it too. I was looking out a car window watching trees go by and feeling the warmth of the sun on my body.

After concentrating a little more, I could hear the roar of the car and feel the vibrations. Then my view changed slowly sliding over to the other side of the car. I was looking at a boy, an older boy that was grinning with bright green eyes. He looked much older than me almost a teen. He was saying something but I couldn't hear him. It took me months to hear their voices. I don't remember much about the car from that first time I mainly remember the older boys face and as strange as it sounds the scruffy back of the driver's head.

I was startled into opening my eyes when my mom grabbed my arms to haul me off the ground. I was suddenly freezing and soaked. Well not suddenly I had been sitting in the pouring rain for at least 5 minutes now. I of course started babbling to my mom as children tend to do all about the experience the sound the car made and the warm sun. she smiled and laughed it off as she was drying me off. It took a month or two of me talking about every time I closed my eyes I saw something different. Also talking about my dreams.

My every dream was of a different room and covers and wallpaper but one thing was always the same. The older boy with green eyes was there. Sometimes all I saw was his t shirt as if I were laying on his chest. I felt his breath and the rumble of him speaking. In fact, the first time I heard him speak it was as I was going to bed, just when I closed my eyes I heard him.

"shhhh Sammy it's okay shhhhh I've got you"

I felt as if I were being rocked back and forth but for once all I was seeing was darkness. It was rare for me to see black when I closed my eyes anymore. I felt a hand running through my hair and a warm blanket around my shoulders.

So I then knew that it wasn't really me it was Sammy, Sam, that I was seeing through. It's not so confusing to me now that I'm 18 years old. My life and his life blend in a way in my memories. I don't confuse myself with him not at all but I feel physically what he feels and hear what he does. I experience everything that he does at least physically when I close my eyes. That's not to say that I haven't cried with him and raged with him. It's been a tough journey discovering that all the things that go bump in the night are real.

Sam is a hunter or monsters, at least he was before he left Dean and John for college. I was so proud of him. Personally I have no interest in college but seeing as I get bored sometimes over the years I would just lean back and close my eyes to read whatever he was reading or listen to his lecture classes. Which basically means when I was a freshman in high school instead of listening to my boring math teacher I had my eyes closed reading a book on some case from 30years ago that is relevant to I don't know what case today.

I am only sure of Sam's age he is 4 years older than me. So he is 22 and in his last year of Stanford. While I have just graduated high school with perfect grades. I owe that to Sam and his study habits. I hate studying. However, having the ability to hear and see the classes of a 5th grader when you were in 1st grade tended to aid in your learning. I remember even before I started school I would go up to my room and sit at my little school style desk and go to his classes with him. It was great fun for me.

I didn't just get book learning from him. I learned how to fight. Though that I learned from his older brother Dean. I don't know his age. I somehow have missed every one of his birthdays. Well at least the times that they said his age. I remember the year he got to take over driving the car but with how john raised them It's not really a good indicator. Dean drilled so much knowledge into Sam and encouraged him so much that I felt like if I didn't learn what he was teaching that I would disappoint him. Odd I know considering he will never know. Every day I practice what Dean and John have taught Sam about fighting and protecting against monsters. I'm pretty sure I can handle a gun. Watching Dean take them apart and clean them always relaxed me. I have it committed to memory maybe I could do it with my eyes close. Ha-ha with my eyes closed indeed. I have felt and seen Sam do it enough times. I can tell that I enjoyed it more than Sam did.

Dean is where things kind of blur for me. I feel closer to him than I do John, not as close as I am with Sam of course but close. I feel like if I met him and I needed him to be there for me he would. Realistically I know that he would because if we were to meet it would be because he is on a case and there is some monster around and Dean is the kind of man that protects those who can't protect themselves. I haven't seen Dean in 4 years. I miss him a lot. He was always all smiles and laughs. Except when he was taking care of Sam when he was sick or after he let a bully beat him up. As I said I have cried and raged with Sam sometimes at him too.

So you can imagine my surprise when I decide to tune into my Sam radio and he is tussling with someone in his living room. Its really late 4am for me so 1Am or so for Sam. I could be asleep but I'm restless. I found that even when Sam is asleep I can hear and feel what he does. Lets just say if I'm up before Sam in the mornings when jess wakes up and starts cuddling I open my eyes really quick. Anyway when I'm restless I like to try and identify sounds in Sam's room. I'm pretty good at it, I'm really good at knowing what kinds of sounds will wake Sam up.

My heart is pounding but not Sam's his is steady a little faster since he is grappling but steady as can be. I slowly relax taking in every sound smell and feel. Sam takes a deep breath and I smell, I smell Dean!

"Whoa, easy there tiger," Dean grins. It's so good to see him again. Sam's breathing heard. "Calm down man its Deano."

"Dean?" Sam askes. "Yeah Smart one its dean your wandering big brother." Dean just laughs.

"You scared the crap out of me!" "liar your heart barely sped up. I was the one terrified you were about to die."

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean accuses. I laugh literally out loud. "Come on Sam show him just how much we still practice." Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor. "Yeah, you go Sammy." I smile that one I have not actually done yet. It a little challenging sometimes to get a move that you can't fully see.

"Or not. "We both smile a little at Dean. He taps Dean twice where he is holding him.

"Get off of me. "Dean grunts. Sam rolls to his feet and helps Dean up. I've missed the two of them together.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asks Dean "Does it matter Sam Deans here you can tell him about your dreams now." Dean pats his arms.
"Well, I was looking for a beer." "Urgh you so were not Dean."