This is my first Supernatural fic, and maybe my last if it sucks too bad. LOL I love the show and just dreamt up this little story. Any similarities to Nightmare on Elm St. are intentional.

Dream Slayer

"Jess no!" Sam screamed out just before he woke. He quickly sat upright in the car and glanced over at Dean who looked back at him and shook his head.

"You know Sam I don't like this." Dean said as he looked back at the road before him.

"Dean you know we're the only ones that can help these people. We're the only ones that understand what's going on."

"Yeah, but I still don't have to like it."

As they searched for their father they had heard stories of a small town in Indiana where people in their teens and twenties were being found dead in their beds. Each of them found without a mark on them. So far six had been found, four males and two females. There was no explanation as to what had killed them. Most suspected drugs even though none were found in their systems. But Dean and Sam knew. It had happened before ten years earlier. It was the Dream Slayer, at least that was what their father had named it. The thing attacked young people in their sleep, young people who had trouble sleeping, like Sam.

"Bro I really wish you'd reconsider this." Dean glanced over at his brother. "Look at you, you haven't had a good nights sleep since Jessica died. You're tired, you're weak, this thing will kill you."

"That's where you come in. If I can just grab hold of it I can pull it out with me when you wake me up. All you have to do is throw the water on it and hopefully it'll die."

"Yeah…hopefully." Dean said as he patted his coat pocket where the salt water that had been blessed resided.

"Well that's what Dad said killed the last one."

"Yeah, but does it kill all Dream Slayers? What if it doesn't Sammy? What if I can't wake you up? What happens then?"

"Well…well then I guess you'll be an only child." Sam grinned over at Dean trying to make light of the situation.

Dean glanced over at Sam then turned his attention back to the road. He was worried. His brother hadn't slept more then an hour or two a night ever since his girlfriend had been killed. He knew Sam wouldn't admit it but he was beginning to show the strains of having had no sleep for so long. If this thing grabbed Sam in his sleep and he wasn't strong enough to drag it back to the real world he could die. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't know what he would do if that happened. He didn't know if he could or would want to continue his work without his brother by his side. He had worked with his father alone and even a few cases by himself. But he needed his brother with him. Not just for his help but because he needed family with him, especially now that their dad had disappeared.

They had driven through out the night, only stopping to switch drivers. Dean had slept while Sam drank tons of coffee in order to stay awake. He never had trouble falling asleep, he could easily, it was just that as soon as he did he would start dreaming about Jessica. She would reach out for him, then blame him for her death. He would watch night after night as she would once more be consumed by flames and would wake up screaming. It got to where he didn't want to sleep. But he knew sooner or later he would and the whole thing would start again. Sam knew his lack of sleep was a concern to his brother, and he understood why. With the work they did they couldn't afford to have one of them tired and not functioning one hundred percent. They had to both be fully alert at all times or they could die. He glanced at Dean and smiled to himself. It was good to have him back in his life. He had missed him, move then he had thought he had. But he hadn't missed the work, that he could do without. Always running from town to town….He wanted something different, he wanted a normal life and he thought he had found that with Jess. He loved her and he knew they would have eventually gotten married, but now she was gone and his heart ached for her. He blinked back tears and looked out the side window.

"You're thinking about her aren't you?" Dean said tearing Sam away from his thoughts. He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. "Look Sam, she's gone. I know it hurts but you got to try and stop kicking yourself in the head over it."

"I should have warned her Dean."

"Warned her about what Sam? You know she wouldn't have understood."

"I should have told her what we did. Try to explain to her…."

"She would have thought you were nuts Sammy, you know that. Our line of work isn't something you can just spring on people."

Sam shook his head sadly.

"Our line of work…" He said softly. "Well our line of work sucks."

Dean looked over at his brother. He knew how Sam felt. Their whole life had been chasing monsters and Sam had tried to pull away and begin a normal life but that had ended tragically with the death of his girlfriend.

"Why us Dean? Why must it be us? Why can't someone else take over?"

"Because we don't know of anyone else." He looked over at Sam. "Look Sam…I can do this alone. I don't want to but I will …I'm not going to drag you all over the country if you want out. I'll find Dad and when I do I'll call you."

Sam shook his head.

"No…I have nothing to go back to now that …well now that Jess is gone. And besides I want to find Dad too. And hey…" He gave Dean a little smile. "I can't let you run all over the country by yourself. Who's going to watch your back or get you out of trouble? No, I'm sticking with you."

"Glad to hear it Bro…because we're almost there." He pointed to a street sign ' Morgantown one mile'.

TBC