Chapter 1 Nightmare
Dean and Sam had just finished their case where the werewolves were attacking from Oregon. They made it on time to save the two teenagers before the werewolves about to eat them. They gave them a ride and took them their home. After the two teenagers return their home safety, the boys went back to the motel they had been staying at. They were glad the case is over and the teenagers are safe. It was about midnight so they decided to catch some sleep. Tomorrow they would find new cases. The problem was that one of the Winchester is still wide awake; Dean.
Dean sighed, "Great! Another night that I can't sleep because of my nightmare. No, not just a nightmare. It's THE nightmare about Hell. I somehow regain my memories when I dream about it," though Dean. He wanted to catch some sleep, but he couldn't do it. He looked to his right side and saw his younger brother Sam sleeping peacefully without the disturbance of Nightmares. Dean smiled fondly, "Well at lease my brother doesn't have any nightmares."
He got out of his bed, changing from his sweatpants and tattered sleeping shirt to his jeans and black T-shirt, along with his father's leather jacket. He went outside, sitting in his car, an '67 Impala. He looked up at the sky, clear and starry. He took a deep, breath and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the cold air.
He was only relaxing for a moment, but something wasn't right. He doesn't feel nice, cool air anymore. He feels hot air surrounding him, breathing in the disgusting scent. He heard the screaming of many people voices. Dean couldn't block the sounds or the bad smell around him. He tried not to think about that the Hell. That's when he heard Sam's voice. "Dean... Dean, wake up, man. Wake up... DEAN!" Sam shouted, shaking his brother's shoulder. Dean woke up, feeling Sam's hand on his shoulder. He tried to breathe normally, but he couldn't. "Hey take it easy. Take a deep breath, nice and slow, that's it..." soothed Sam. "Sammy, what's wrong? Are you alright?" asked Dean. Sam looked at him, shocked and confused, "Dean it's not me. It's me that I should be asking you what's wrong, man." Dean was confused, "What are you talking about, Sam?"
Sam stared at him. "Dean, I heard you shouting outside here when I woke up. I saw you holding your head." "It was nothing, really. I'm fine Sam. I just got a headache that's all." Dean brushed Sam's hand off of his shoulder and started walking back to their room. Sam followed him. "Dean, I don't believe you. I know when you're lying. Please tell me what's wrong, Dean." He gave Dean the puppy eyes.
Dean didn't even look at Sam. He just looked at the wall and sighed, "Look, Sam, there's nothing wrong with me. It's just a headache, that's all. That's why I went outside to get some fresh air, but I guess it didn't help. Stop worrying about me, alright? Just go back to sleep! We're leaving tomorrow morning. Goodnight." He went off to the bed and went to sleep without looking at Sam. Sam couldn't help but want to know what wrong with Dean. He had never seen him act like this before, or look away rather than look at him. He knew Dean change a lot after he got out of Hell when Cas brought Dean back. He's not going give up until he finds out what wrong with him. He cares so much about Dean but not only that, he in love with his older brother.