-1If I said that this was just a dream, that it's just something that was never meant to happen, that you'll be alright, that you'll wake up and realise that this was something you thought, that it was something created from the deepest, darkest part of your imagination. Then, you'd be wrong.

Your brother won't be there, you'll be alone. You'll do anything to get away from the nightmare that encased you. You'll lie, cheat and even kill. Who would you kill? Only those that know the question will learn the answer.

Sam Winchester, let the nightmare begin.

Sam sat up ridged in his bed. He sighed, glancing over at Dean who was sleeping on the other bed. Sam then turned and looked at his father's body who was facing away from his own.

Sam flopped back down on his bed, he was just nervous, he knew it. They had a mission tomorrow, but it wasn't like it was Sam's first mission. He tossed around for awhile, no matter which way he turned, he couldn't get comfortable.

Finally, he fell asleep. And almost straight after, his father was telling him to wake up and get ready for the hunt.

Sam opened his eyes slowly, hoping that it was just a dream and he could get back to sleep. But alas, his father was still standing over him, his eyes were hard and cold. Without any sense of humanity left in them, they always did look like that before they went on a hunt.

Dean was already dressed and packing away weapons in their green duffle bag they used for basically everything.

"Morning Sammy, bout time you got up" Dean said, flashing a brilliant smile.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, rubbing his eyes. He dared to look up at his father who once again had his back towards the two boys.

"Four," Dean answered simply, he noticed Sam's expression and said "In the morning" Sam made a face that Dean read to be -no duh- Dean just laughed. "Hurry up and dressed"

Sam sighed but quickly obliged, grabbing a shirt and pants from the floor.

Dean was in the front seat of the car, Sam in the back, the way it always was. Dean was the oldest so he got the front, Sam got the back, not that he minded, he hated the front. It was easier for John to look at him when he sat in the front.

"Are we there yet?" Dean asked, Sam could feel his brother's anticipation. John sighed and looked at his oldest son.

"Soon, Dean. When we get there, I'm leaving you two to do the job" John stated, staring straight ahead. Dean looked in bewilderment at his father.

"You mean we're going on a hunt, by ourselves?" Dean seemed extremely excited until he lowered his voice and asked. "But, Sam's to young to do a hunt by himself"

"He has you, I'm trusting you Dean, look after him"

"Why can't you come with us?" Sam asked, fear clearly in his voice.

"I'm on another job, don't be afraid Sam, if you're scared, you're vulnerable" Sam swallowed and nodded stiffly. He knew it to be true.

The edge of the forest awaited them, Sam and Dean nodded farewell to their father, they had done this sort of training before. Even though this was the real thing, Dean didn't doubt that they'd be fine.

"Come on Sammy, let's get going, we have four days" Dean sounded like that was all the time in the world, Sam stood there uncertain for a few moments until Dean spoke up again. "Sam, I promise, everything's going to be fine, we'll get the job done. Imagine how proud dad will be" the smile never left Dean's face.

"Yeah, okay" Sam knew Dean just wanted John to be proud, Sam didn't need to feel such satisfaction from their father by those simple words 'I'm proud of you, you did great' But Dean wasn't like Sam. Dean needed to feel accepted, even if it was only from their father.

Halfway through the forest Sam stopped, refusing to go any further.

"You've gotten us lost, haven't you Dean?" Sam asked, sitting down on a damp log.

"I wouldn't call it lost Sam" Dean answered simply, taking a seat next to Sam. Sam cast him an amused smile.

"Then what would you call it, Dean?"

"Miscalculation of our current location" Dean said proudly, Sam snorted.

"Yeah, I just call it lost" Sam retorted, He glanced up at the sky, the sun was almost directly above. "Alright, I say we go that way" Sam said, pointing left.

"I think we should go that way, we have to find this thing before it finds us"

"Exactly, so we should go this way"

"Sam, I the oldest, we're going that way" Sam rolled his eyes standing up towering over Dean to make him feel less important.

"You always use that pathetic excuse, it's not going to work, we're going that way"

"No, we're not"

"Fine, I don't care. I'm going this way, you can come or whatever, I don't care" Sam said, marching off in the direction he pointed to.

"Sam, we shouldn't split up, it's dangerous!" Dean yelled after his brother, Sam didn't listen he just kept walking. "Fine, if you get hurt it's not my fault!" Dean began walking the way he wanted to go before stopping.

"I'll never hear the end of this" He muttered as he turned around and ran after Sam. "Sam, wait up! Slow down" Sam only smirked as his brother caved in to him.