So this is a very old story of mine – slightly re-edited. Always been a fan of hurt/emotional/strung out etc Sam and big brother Dean. This story has big brother Dean at his finest (in my opinion) with a little emotional Sam thrown in for good measure.

Set after Season 1 Bloody Mary so slight spoilers for that episode – I wondered what it might be like for the boys to visit Jessica's grave together, then have something a little 'out of this world' happen.

Probably about 3 - 4 chapters long with no evil cliffies and as usual I own nothing – I borrow so that I can make them cry!

JESSICA

"You're my brother…I'd die for you – but there are some things that I need to keep to myself," Sam Winchester said as he threw a half smile at his older brother, Dean, who was sitting in the drivers seat of their Chevy Impala.

They had just finished ridding the town of 'Bloody Mary' who seemed to prey on people with 'secrets' – ones that usually involved somebody dying. Sam had lured her to her own mirror from her past allowing Dean to destroy it along with Mary herself. Unfortunately not before Sam's 'mirror image' had pulled him through the wringer regarding Jessica.

Dean shuddered as he recalled finding Sam on his knees, clutching his chest, with blood pouring from his eyes. He could still hear his brother's ragged breathing as he tried to stop the pain and the emotion tearing him apart. Dean also remembered the final words from the mirror, "You dreamt it would happen!" So that must have been Sam's little secret, that he'd had a dream about Jessica's death. Dean wondered whether he should say something to his brother, who was at that moment in time, staring out of the window with a confused look on his face - he decided not to. He was sure that Sam would tell him when he was ready, "Hey Sam, you ok? No after effects from the evil mirror?" Dean stole another glance at his brother, concerned about how quiet he had been.

Sam shook his head, "No, I'm good…you?"

Dean let the shift of attention onto him slide…for now, "I'm fine. Listen, how about we stop at the first motel and get an early start on some sleep. I think we could both use it," Dean finished with a huge yawn as if to make his point. Sam nodded but said nothing. Dean sighed quietly; it was going to be a long day!

They came upon a small motel about an hour into their journey, "I'll go check us in," said Dean as he opened the drivers' door. He walked into the reception area and rang the bell that was stuck to the desk. A young kid, no more than 12 or 13 came out and stared at him. It made Dean feel a little uncomfortable, "Hm, can I get a room – two beds…" He watched as the kid looked around him out of the window, then he looked back at him with a smirk. Dean huffed…not again, he thought.

Dean paid with one of his credit cards, "Room 10 Mr…Jones," the kid said as he handed the key to Dean.

He took it as he mumbled his thanks, turned and almost ran out of the place. Sam was unloading the trunk when he saw his brothers' quick strides, "Not again?" He smiled.

Dean looked at him angrily, "Why do they always think we're gay?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders, as he grabbed his bag and laptop.

Dean opened the door to their room, which was nice for once. There were two double beds, a fairly large table and chairs and, as Sam had already found, a coffee maker. Sam was already setting the machine to brew as Dean raised his eyebrow in surprise, "Come on Dean… I need the caffeine!"

Dean smiled and shook his head, "Do you want the shower first?"

"No, I'm good. You go first."

"Ok, but I can't promise they'll be any hot water left!" He insisted as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Jerk!"

Dean laughed, "Bitch."

Sam smiled to himself as he poured his coffee, pleased that Dean hadn't pressed more about what was on his mind, even though he knew that his brother was onto him. He settled himself on his bed, flicking aimlessly through the TV channels, while listening to his siblings 'melodious' singing coming from the bathroom. Before long he had drifted off to sleep.

"You killed her…you knew it would happen, didn't you? You killed her. You dreamt it would happen!"

"SAM! Wake up! Sam!" Someone was shouting his name and shaking the living daylights out of him.

He dragged his eyes open, "Dean…"

His brother sat down on the side of his bed, "Who else genius?"

Sam started to get up, then realised that his face was wet. He ducked his head so that his brother wouldn't see, but Dean had already seen it and was trying to make himself busy so as not to draw attention to it.

"You wanna talk about it?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh you know, same old stuff," Sam got up, "Any hot water left?"

Dean shrugged, "Maybe…"

Sam rolled his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom, acutely aware that his brother was staring holes into his back. He stopped at the door and turned to his sibling, who was watching him with thinly veiled concern, "I'm fine Dean, really."

"Yeah, whatever…" Dean mumbled.

I'm leaving it there for now as I think if I carry on to where I was originally going to start chapter 2 it may make it really long. I hope I'm doing this right.

Next chapter we find out what's bugging Sam – did you get the feeling that something was on Sam's mind? Please review and let me know if it's worth carrying on.