Ahhh, nervous hello to everyone, this is my first entry here, and my first ever fanfic!
I hope you guys like it
The boys are looking for a Nightmare, but who's hunting whom?
From Sam's perspective.
This is set somewhere after Hook Man in season one and before they find their dad...
Please review and stuff, and thanks for reading :)
The lyrics are from Alice Cooper's "Welcome to my Nightmare"
Oh, and I don't own any of the characters in this, just love 'em...would be so cool if they did any episode on nightmares :D
Nightmares and Headaches
Welcome to my nightmare, I think you're gonna like it, I think you're gonna feel you belong.
A nocturnal vacation, unnecessary sedation, you want to feel at home 'cause you belong.
Welcome to my nightmare
"Dean?"
I turned another corner in the packed warehouse, my breath catching as I heard faint movement coming from ahead, to my left.
I snapped my mouth closed, wincing at the sound of my teeth clashing together.
It was kind of hard to look for my brother when I couldn't make a noise.
I sighed, advancing slowly, step by step, hoping I was ready for whatever was around the corner.
Suddenly, horribly, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. It was far louder in here than I was used to, and it made me jump.
There was a kind of hiss, and the sound of rapid footsteps.
I pressed myself against the row of boxes closest to me, holding my breath.
Yeah Dean, this worked out real simple...
2 days earlier.
"It'll be simple, Sam, I told you. We head into town, act all touristy-like, get a hold on this thing, and bam, we're out of here and into the Windy City for a little rest and recuperation...and by rest and recuperation, I mean anything but, " my brother said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, but Dean, any plan that starts with 'we'll be the bait', just doesn't hit me as being well thought out."
"Sammy has anyone ever told you, you worry too much? Just relax, you'll live longer."
I sighed, rubbing the heels of my palms into my eyes.
It had been a long drive to Des Moines, and Dean had been far more boisterous than usual, prompting me to worry; Dean in a good mood usually meant he was playing up to distract himself, or me, from how he really felt.
"Don't you remember last time we were here? We almost got ourselves killed. I just don't want to go in blind, that's all."
Dean snorted. "Is there a single city we haven't almost got ourselves killed in?" He mimicked my exasperated voice, raising his eyebrows at me, as though pushing me to be annoyed.
"Dean, would you quit it with the attitude! I'm being serious here, I've got a bad feeling about this job."
"Look, Sam, every job we do has an element of risk. And you've been interested in Nightmares since you were yay high." He held up a hand to his stomach, a proud little smile plastered onto his face.
"Yeah. And I know how dangerous they can be. I'm okay with physical danger, that's just a part of what we do. But stuff like this...I don't know, I just don't like it. There isn't nearly enough information about this thing."
Dean waved a hand dismissively. "Dude, you worry too much."
I was getting real sick of trying to reason with my often-irritating brother and his over –confidence.
"Dean, please, just let me research Nightmares a little more before we bring it down on our heads."
Dean looked at me anxiously for a second, then quickly returned to his macho stare-down.
"Sammy, this thing is scaring people to death. There've been 15 deaths this week alone...man, we have to do something now. We've got a serial-killing supe on the loose."
I knew that as well as he did. There had been heart attacks, and worse, in healthy, young people, some of them no older than 16, and all of them fatal, preceded by vicious night terrors.
Resignedly, I regarded my brothers' earnest expression.
"I know man, I just...it feels wrong. I wish we had more time."
"Me too, little bro. But we gotta do something, fast. All these deaths...you know, the latest kid was at a sleep clinic when he died. 18 years old, hacked to death in his sleep, and everyone's on the lookout for your everyday slasher psychopath. We know what it is, and we have a responsibility to help these people."
My brother, the drinking, womanising, innuendo-prone hero-man. I was probably the closest person to him, knew him best, and yet he'd still say things that surprise the hell out of me. He's so immature...but he's somehow the most caring, reliable person I know.
I looked him square in the eyes, and nodded. "Okay. If we're doing this, we're gonna need some supplies."
There was silence now. The footsteps had passed, and it was claustrophobic in the near-dark and humid warehouse.
I needed to find Dean, but I couldn't be sure the Nightmare wasn't hiding close by, waiting to find me.
I chanced it.
"Dean?" My voice bounced off the high ceiling, echoing into itself like there were a dozen Sams all calling out.
There was a pause as the sound faded.
Then faintly, "Sammy?"
Dean's voice was coming from ahead of me.
I picked my way carefully toward it.
"Keep talking, Dean. Where are you?"
"I'm—", he paused to clear his throat, "I'm in a warehouse," he said groggily.
Oh, really?
"Are you okay?"
"Head hurts."
"Did you fight this thing, or just drink a little too much last night?"
"Haha, very funny."
"Okay, so what happened?"
There was nothing, just the dank silence of the warehouse.
"Dean?"
He didn't answer.
I jogged a little now. This warehouse was deceptively massive.
"Dean, talk to me, man. You okay?"
"Sam...I..."
"What?"His voice was close now. I made for it determinedly.
"I, uh...I can't...move."
I got round another wall of boxes and saw my brother.
He was leaned against a massive steel frame with junk piled in its shelves, his legs splayed in front of him and his arms at his sides, with a confused and slightly desperate look in his eyes.
His brow furrowed as he clearly made an effort to move, to make his body obey him.
Nothing doing.
He looked up at me, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Sammy, I can't move."
TBC: it's 2.30 am now and I must sleep, hope you guys like 'cause I'm planning on continuing ASAP!
Oh, and sorry if there are any errors or anything, see above for the reason!