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Hi everyone, this idea will not let me sleep! It's totally AU but may have spoilers for season 1 if you haven't yet seen it. Hope you like it. Please let me know.

Mel

Warning: swearing.

Sammy let me sleep

Dean Winchester woke up in a sweat, yet he was still covered in goose bumps. It had been three months since his brother Sam had sacrificed himself, alongside many other gifted people, to destroy the demon that had killed their mothers. They had saved the world by uniting all their powers together. They had finally beaten it; it had been strong and powerful. But they had killed it. It was a strange thing, that the demon had had plans for all the gifted people and yet they had found a way to join forces uniting all their powerful energies together, shooting its plans straight back into its ugly face.

But Dean could not get over it. So many lives lost. His brother's life lost. He still hunted though, there were still plenty of other less evil things to kill, and sometimes he even hunted with his father. They never talked about Sam, his body along with many others was never found. Yet Dean knew that he was still around. His dad knew he was still around. There was nothing they could do.

Dean felt Sam around him constantly. He knew it was Sam who rapped on the motel windows each night. He knew Sam stood behind him sending icy shivers down his spine. He knew that when a hunt went wrong it was Sam who angrily slammed the doors or sent clocks flying off the walls. He knew it was Sam breathing over him when he could not sleep. He knew that it was Sam who wrote 'good morning' on the condensation on the bathroom mirror every day.

He knew his Sammy was dead. He also knew his Sammy was not at peace. He wondered why his baby brother hung around him; he wondered why he threw books lightly at their father when he came round occasionally. He wondered why his brother had become an angry spirit. Yet sometimes why he would be so playful.

Tonight however, was going to be a night where Sam thumped around the room, rocking pictures and knocking things over. Dean looked at the time; it was exactly 3:35am, the same time as last night. His activity was getting worse each night. He did not know what to do. There were no bones to burn, no body to salt. Three months had gone by. But he and his father had still not yet said goodbye.

Dean got up and went into the bathroom. There was no chance of getting any sleep. It was pissing it down with rain outside, freezing cold too, and no option of even going for a walk. Perhaps a relaxing shower would be nice. If his pet poltergeist would let him.

A not so relaxing half an hour later, Dean was wrapped in a nice warm towel, he looked around and out of the corner of his eye he saw writing in the condensation on the tiles. Looking across from tile to tile he read Dean… Danger… Get out of here… Need to get Dad… You will find me… And the others.

CRASH!

A loud crunching smash came from outside the bathroom. Dean ran out. The television had been pushed off it's stand, lying on it's side, broken, there was glass everywhere. Yet the television still hissed and fuzzed, even though it had not been switched on.The lights flickering madly. The curtains rising even though there was no wind. Dean felt an urgent prod in his back and as he turned around his clothes, shoes and keys had been flung at his feet.

"Ok, Sam, I get the message. I'm going!" Dean got dressed and grabbed his stuff. A deep feeling of fear he never thought he would ever feel again thundering through his body. He knew it was Sam sending it to him, trying to show him the urgency. "Okay, enough with the spine tingling shit, I understand! Where do I have to go, Sam?"

All he felt was another prod, edging him towards the door.

To be continued…

Hi hope you liked it. That wasn't what I expected to write; it started off as a one shot! Imagination got carried away with me! Thank you for reading please let me know what you think.

Mel