It was the middle of the night and Sam had been tossing and turning. Dean lay still, listening to the rustling fabric beside him. He usually let Sam try and snap out of the nightmare before intervening. But most of the time, Sam never snapped out of it and back into sleep.

After about 5 minutes, the rustling got worse and Sam started to whimper, something he almost never did. Dean climbed out of his bed and went over to Sam's bed. He climbed onto the bed, sitting beside Sam. "Sammy." he whispered, lightly shaking his brother.

His brother let out a yelp at his brother's touch. Worry found it's way to Dean's face. He had never seen his brother react this way.

"Sammy, c'mon, kiddo, it's just a nightmare." Dean said more clearly, this time not touching Sam. Sam was covered in sweat, still whimpering, his face contorted with horror. Dean climbed out of Sam's bed, running to the kitchen.

He quickly, but too quickly, grabbed a glass from the cupboard of the kitchen, two other glasses smashing into shards on the ground next to him. He ignored them, filling the glass, laying it on the table and went into the bathroom. He grabbed a wash cloth and turned the faucet on, drenching the cloth in nice, cold water.

He ran back into the kitchen, avoiding the shards by inches and grabbed the water, rushing back into the brothers' room. Sam had tossed and turned so much that he was now on the floor. Dean quickly set down the glass and cloth and rushed over to Sam.

"Sammy!" He said quietly and picked up his brother. Sam's face went from a look or horror to a look of agony within seconds of Dean's touch. Sam writhed to get out of his brother's arms, kicking and flailing his arms about everywhere.

"Stop!" Sam screamed, still kicking at his brother. Dean was horror struck. He had never seen Sam act like this before. He put Sam back onto his bed and backed away from his brother. Sam was now breathing harder than Dean had ever seen him breathe.

He rushed back out into the kitchen, accidently stepping on the shards of glass. He ran across the glass, not caring but after, feeling the pain of the glass stuck in his feet. "Son of a bitch!" Dean screamed, tears stinging in his eyes. He put his hands on his knees and forced his eyes shut for a few moments before stepping onto more glass to get over to the phone.

He quickly dialed his father's number. After the first few rings, there was no answer.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut as he heard his brother in the other room, screaming in what sounded like agony, once again.

Please pick up, Dad, please, Dean thought.

At last, his father picked up. "Dean? Why are you up this late, you know your supposed to be in bed, young man." John said, a hint of tiredness in his voice. His father had left a few weeks ago on a new hunt. He was due back in the next few days, but that was never certain with John Winchester.

"Dad, Sammy's having a nightmare. But it's not one that's…it's real, dad. Whenever I touch him, he screams at me to stop like I'm causing him pain by touching him and he's still screaming and…" Dean trailed off, the pain in his feet aching and his mind being tormented by Sam's screams of agony.

John heard his son's voice and at once, knew that his son was not lying. Sometimes Dean would call, saying something was wrong, just to hear his father's voice or attempting to get his father home. His father usually fell for it, caving into Dean's sympathetic and sad voice, coming home early.

But John could hear Sam's screams in the back and he could hear his son's breathe, uneven and faster than he'd ever heard it before.

But he was 4 hours away and he knew there was nothing he could do to help his sons. "Dean, call pastor Jim, alright? I'm too far away, I can't help when I'm this far away, ok? Call me back as soon as you get a hold on Pastor Jim, got me?" John asked.

Dean took a few breathes before answering his father's orders. "Yes sir." Dean said, hanging up and dialing Pastor Jim's number as fast as he possibly could.

He picked up on the first ring. "Dean?" he asked once he picked up the phone.

"I need help, Sammy's having a nightmare but it's like…it's like it's real and dad told me to call you and…please get here!" Dean let out a cry.

"Calm down, kiddo, I'm on my way. Should only be a few minutes, alright?" The pastor said.

"Yes." Dean managed to choke out. Dean hung up the phone. Sam's petrified screams filled the room around him.

Dean couldn't handle it any longer. He curled up into a ball by the desk in their living room with his hands over his ears, squeezing his hands against his ears, trying to drown out Sam's screams. He began to cry, his shoulder shuddering up and down.

The phone rang as soon as Dean let out his first cry. Dean stared at the phone, knowing it was his father. But he ignored it, kicking the phone away. He cried as the phone rang a second time.

After 10 minutes, the phone rang once again. Dean thought about picking it up, but ignored it once again. The answering machine clicked on after a few rings. "Dean, im on my way home, and there will be punishment for not obeying my orders. You did not call me, and that was an order, young man." The answering machine beeped as John ended the message.

The phone rang once again, for a fourth time. Dean reached for the phone, this time, wanting to speak to his father. As he reached for the phone, trying not to press down on his foot, he stood, using the desk for support. He lightly stepped on his foot and more glass poked and prodded into his foot. He screamed as he fell and hit his head on the desk, falling toward unconsciousness.

Authors Note; New story. Weecest. Yes, this is going to be a multi-chapter story, so, yes there is more to come. Hope you guys liked the first chapter!