So first off I want to thank FuzzBall457 for putting up with my lack of updating, bad grammar, and several other aggravations I have caused : ) and I decided well now that I've had time to learn how to actually write details and spell on a computer I thought I should fix this story. Please read and review. ( P.s This was originally FuzzBall457's idea, but my plot line if that makes sense. )

Ch.1 Clown Food

Dean nudged his younger brothers shoulder gently in an attempt to wake him up," Yo Sam wake up." He shook him.

" What?" Sam mumbled back from the ' pillow ' their crappy hotel room provided.

Dean straightened up and walked over to the coat hook behind the door," I'm going to get breakfast, you want something?" he asked throwing his father's leather jacket over his shoulder.

The only response he got was a slight snore and the twitching of Sam's finger.

Dean smirked as he walked out, closing the door quietly behind him, then headed out to the Impala.

He really couldn't blame Sam for wanting to sleep, the poor kid had been up for weeks with nightmares since Jess died. Checking his phone for the time while waiting for a red light to turn Dean sighed, it looked like McDonalds.

A grin graced his lips, Sammy always shuttered a bit whenever one of their commercials came on. Maybe clown food would get his mind off of Jess….

Was… I just dreaming or did Dean really ask me if I wanted something to eat? Oh, well its not like it matters, the answer was obviously no. Sam sighed inwardly, ever since Jess had died even the thought of food made him sick, but Dean would probably make him eat. Worst case scenario – he would get dad involved.

Sam groaned, pushing himself up off the bed, and trudged over towards the bathroom. He turned the knob on the shower wall and adjusted the heat.

Once he'd gotten into the shower the only thing he could do was let the warm water wash over him. His stomach lurched sending a sharp pain throughout his body. He sturdied himself against the wall. Damn hunger pains….

He waited out the pain before moving to clean himself off. He quickly finished up and shut the water off before getting dressed.

Sam staggered out of the bathroom and padded across to the TV and pressed the on button. Of course, it was broken and sporting that wonderful screeching noise that explodes as static runs across the screen.

" Don't know what I was expecting." Sam muttered.

Stabbing his thumb into the power button to turn it off he headed back to his respectable bed to lie down.

Even though it was a lumpy box springs the oddly soft sheets wrapped him in comfort, soon sending him into a deep tunnel of restless sleep.

Sam's Dream

" Sam…" A sweet voice called to him.

" Who is that?" Sam wondered.

" Sam." It called to him again.

Sam felt he'd heard this voice before….Wait!

" J- Jess?" he asked nervously.

A wicked laugh started to swirl around in his head.

His heart rate sped up, he started to panic and for the first time in a while he'd actually felt truly afraid.

Sam jumped awake only to come face to face with…. Ronald McDonald? He jumped back and hit his head on the wooden bed frame behind him.

" Owwww Dean… what'd you do that for?" Sam held his head.

" H-hey Sam." Dean laughed," You look like you saw a clown."

" Jerk." Sam muttered.

" Bitch, come eat." Dean said pulling out the food and laying it on the small round table with three chairs around it in the kitchen.

Sam walked over to his brother and sat down in one of the oddly shaped metal backed chairs and pulled the foam box towards him when Dean glanced his way.

" What is it?" Sam scrunched his nose up at the smell of food.

Dean looked from his foam box at Sam as he opened his own and looked back to his food.

" It's a pancake." He gestured towards it.

Sam opened his own," I'm not hungry."

Dean dropped his plastic fork in his box," Sam! C'mon man you can't do this to yourself."

Sam starred blankly back with a blink," Do what?"

" Starve yourself!" Dean replied.

" Dean I'm just not – ."

" Sam we both know that's not it."

Sam leaned back against the hard metal wire – who the hell makes a chair out of wire?

" Dean…. Please? I'm really just not in the mood to eat anything right now."

Dean sighed, leaning back over his food and picking back up his fork," Alright fine, but you're eating dinner tonight."

Sam nodded in agreement before standing up and heading towards the door to put his coat on.

" Where you goin?" Dean asked turning in his chair.

" Just for a walk, I could use the fresh air." Sam replied opening the door and heading outside.

Dean shook his head and bit into a fluffy pancake.

Sam let the door shut on its own behind him and headed down the sidewalk that lined all the way around the building.

He looked around him, he hadn't been outside yet and he didn't know what it looked like either considering it was about 11:30 at night when they'd checked in.

There was a parking lot to his right, where he saw the Impala parked outside their room, and the road was just beyond the parking lot. He sighed looking ahead of him, to find a fenced off area. The metal fence looked old and was worn down with its chains broken and rusted. The door was off one of its hinges.

He walked past the broken fence door and found there was a small – beautiful patch of green grass and an oak tree that branched out over a pond.

How there was such a pretty place beside a hotel like…..well… that…., and not have any trash or anything in it, was beyond Sam.

He walked over and kneeled down to stare into the pond, his reflection starred back at him along the tree limb over the water.

The image started to change, the Yellow Eyed Demon stood there with a smirk and there was Jess- and she was all over him!

She had her arms wrapped around the evil son of a bitch, and leaned her head against his chest.

He smiled back at her as he slid a noose over her neck.

She leaned up on her tippy toes getting ready to kiss him when he shoved her off and she was hung…..

Sam watched in horror, this couldn't be happening. What was this?

Jessica's toes touched the surface of the water causing a ripple that only came Sam's way. He stumbled to get up and away; glancing back the scene was gone, and he was alone once more.

He gasped in utter shock, C'mon Sam get ahold of yourself, it was only your imagination. He told himself even though he didn't believe it in the back of his mind.

He shook his head clear and scurried back towards his hotel room without a second look back.

The door slammed shut behind him, on accident, yet Dean didn't know this and casted Sam a look as if to say, " Welcome home, you're in a superb mood this evening.

Sam ignored his brother and laid back down graciously on his bed. He closed his eyes in relief when another hunger pain shot throughout his side causing him to flinch.

This movement didn't go unnoticed by Dean," You ok?"

" I'm fine." Sam replied pushing the pain from his voice.

Dean raised an eyebrow," You don't look it."

" I'm just sleepy is all." Sam muttered back already falling into another doze.

Dean licked his lips and pulled out his phone to check the time. Sam had only been awake about an hour and a half.

He took a deep breath to ponder his thoughts, there was probably no telling how long Sam had actually been asleep versus how long he had just laid there unable to.

With that thought in mind Dean simply accepted the excuse Sam had wrote off to him, then went back to cleaning the gun he'd had laid out on the table.

About 4 hours had passed since Sam had gone back to sleep, and it was nearing 1 o'clock.

Dean tossed back and forth on the idea of waking him up, or allowing him to sleep. He tapped his fingers undecidedly on the table when his phone started to vibrate.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the small screen on its front that read, Bobby.

Flipping it open he leaned his elbow on the table," Hello."

" Hey boy how ya been?" Bobby asked.

" I'm fine, you?"

" I've got a damn shape shifting thing here. But it ain't no shifter, its got different ways of killing its victims and different ways of killing it. I need your boys help."

" No offense Bobby but I don't think Sams up for hunting right now… I guess if you really needed my help I could come."

" I'll only need you for a few days."

Dean sighed," Fine, I'll be there in a while. It's gonna take me some time to get everything packed up and ready to go, I was cleanin my pistol if you know what I mean." He smirked.

The line was silent," Damn it boy don't mess with me like that!" Bobby huffed," Finish up with your guns and get your ass down here as soon as you can."

" Ok, I'll be there in a few hours."

The line went dead so Dean flipped his phone shut and went back to cleaning his gear and packing salt rounds.

Another hour and a half went by and Sam hadn't so much as twitched without Dean noticing. It seemed like he was having a nightmare but then not. Kinda like it was on and off. Sam hadn't jumped awake yet sweating like a pig so Dean assumed it couldn't be that bad of a dream.

Soon Dean was finished cleaning his weapons, packing salt rounds, wiping demon blood spattered knives, and was polishing off the last of his beer.

It was time to go.

Yet still the question remained what he was going to do.

Wake Sammy.

Or don't wake Sammy.

…?

Dean finally walked over to Sam's bed and nudged him," Sam wake up its like 4 dude."

Sam groaned.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows," Sleepin Beauty nap times over we got work to do." He shoved Sam's shoulder.

Sam opened his eye halfway," Work?"

" Yeah Bobby called he's got a job for us to do." Dean replied.

Sam pushed himself up off the bed and walked over to the door to pull his boots on when a hunger pain struck deep and he fell to his knees.

" Sam!" Dean rushed over to his brother.

" I don't feel so good." Sam muttered.

" Maybe its cause' you haven't eaten in so, 3 days we'll say. Sam you gotta eat." Dean wrapped an arm around his brother," C'mon." he said helping Sam up and over to his bed.

" I'm fine." Sam said.

" Yeah sure ya are. Listen I'm going to go to Bobby's you stay here and get better. When I come back I want your ass up and around hear me?"

" Yeah Dean I got it." Sam replied laying back down.

" I'm serious!" Dean starred at his brother as he sat down on his own bed," Watch TV, watch porn, eat something, drink a beer. Anything to make you feel better."

Sam sent a glare at Dean," Porn isn't going to make the stomach virus go away. Or make me feel better."

Sam thought about it for a minute, maybe porn would help later.

Dean stood from his bed and walked over to grab his duffle bag and hung it on his shoulder," I'll be back in a few days."

Sam nodded," I'll be better in a few days."

Dean walked out to the back of the Impala and began to put the weapons back where the belonged.

He had one last trip to the hotel room before his was ready to go.

He closed the truck and headed back to their room.

Sam had already fallen back asleep by the time Dean had come back in.

Dean sighed walking over to the table and pulled out 40 dollars to leave for Sam. Then he pulled the note pad the hotel had left on the table over to him," 4 days tops." He wrote then walked over to the last duffle bag he had to take to the Impala.

He pulled a bottle of holy water, salt, knife, and salt gun on the table just in case Sam needed them. There was no way he was going to leave his brother there unprotected.

Dean flipped open his phone and dialed Bobby's number.

" Hello?"

" On my way." Dean said.

" See you then."

Dean flipped his phone shut, and headed back out to the Impala, threw the duffle bag into the back seat, then started up the 67 Impala.

" Get better Sam. I mean it." He said.

Dean put it in reverse and backed out of the parking lot ready for anything.

I hope you all like this chapter, I tried to make it better than the original one I had wrote and personally I think this beats my last one by a mile. 4 miles.

Anyway I needed a break from my Dukes of Hazzard story and this was a giant refreshment, please review and tell me what you thought