Hell Fire

A/N: This is a new story I thought of when I was watching season 6 of Supernatural. I'm not that far into Supernatural (I'm trying to catch up now), but I decided to go ahead and start writing. This is A/U, but it still follows the show.

It had been a long evening of hunting. Dean and Sam Winchester slept sound in their dingy motel room. Their grandfather was planning to stop by in the morning with news of their next hunt. Yet both brothers welcomed sleep. Something big was happening, and they weren't sure what was going on. Exhaustion plagued the young men. A good night sleep was needed. Unfournately, peaceful sleep was not granted to one of the Winchester boys.

Sam felt light. Though his sould has been returned, he still did not feel like the old Sam. The memories of being trapped in that cage have been locked and sealed away somewhere that Sam did not want to find. He never wanted to remember all that happened to him. Suddenly, a warm sensation tingled everywhere on Sam's body. The unusal sensation was a calming, peaceful, and familiar sensation. The darkness that surrounded him was brightened with a bright, white light all around him. Sam shielded his eyes with his hand. Once when the intensity of the bright light decreased, Sam opened his eyes.

The sight before the youngest Winchester left him speechless. In front of Sam was his deseaced father, John. At first, Sam was too shocked to speak. But after a moment, a warm smile appeared on Sam's lips and he embraced his father.

"Dad," Sam whispered.

"Hey Sammy," John whispered back.

Sam felt a wave of warm tears in his eyes, but he refused to shed a single tear, not in front of his father. Then curiosity consumed Sam. He knew this was a dream, but Sam also knew that was his father's presence before him. But his father has been dead for a while now.

"You're not crazy," John stated as though he could read his son's thoughts.

Sam looked at his father with a quizzical expression on his face. A thousand questions running through his talented mind.

"What's going on?" he asked.

The small smile that graced John's lips vanished as a serious look took its place. Sam had a very bad feeling in his gut.

"You are dreaming, and I'm still dead," John began.

'Was this even possible?' Sam asked himself. Could it even be possible for his father to be visiting him like this? And why did he have this terrible feeling of dread?

John grabbed his son's shoulder as he looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Sam, you have to protect your brother," John ordered.

Sam's mouth dropped as though he was about to speak, but no words came out. Sure Sam always had Dean's back. But Dean was the one who always protected Sam. And their father made sure that Dean's number one priority was to protect Sam.

"I know that I usually say that to your brother, but Sam, Dean is in danger," John continued.

Dean was in danger. It was the only thought running through Sam's mind. He knew it had to be serious, for their father to warn him.

John looked up and away from Sam for a moment. The young Winchester wanted his father to explain. Both brothers put their lives on the line with every hunt they go on, it was part of the job. John looked back at his young son.

"I don't have time, but you have to keep your brother safe," John seemed frantic to finish, "Or else..."

Suddenly John vanished. Sam felt himself being pulled back into the blackness. He shouted for his father to come back and expain. But in the same breath, he jolted awake. He was sitting in the bed of the motel room gasping for air.

Sam took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He turned his head to the left, and his eyes scanned the bed next to him. Dean was sleeping soundly and snoring slightly like he usually did. With a sigh of relief, Sam stood up and got out of bed. He headed for the small bathroom. Leaning over the sink, he turned the faucet on and splashed some cold water on his face. He stood up straight and grabbed a towel to wipe the water drops that ran down his neck and arms. His father's desperate plea still playing in his ears. What was coming for Dean?

A/N: Well what did you think?

Sorry it was so short, it was a prologue to get the story started.

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