A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you to all who have favorited and reviewed my first SPN story, "You Are My Baby Brother." You guys are awesome! It gave me the boost to keep writing about our favorite brothers! This one will be a chapter story. I'm testing out the first chapter to see what you guys think. I have it based in season 4 after Dean returned from hell, and before Dean's confession. If you get a chance, let me know what you think! Thank you!

Summary: After Dean returns from hell, he is haunted by nightmares. At the end of every one, the woman in white appears. Sam wants to support his brother, but Dean being Dean pushes him away until he can't anymore.

THE WOMAN IN WHITE

Chapter 1

It was the time of day he dreaded. Sam had already passed out under the cheap motel sheets and comforter after a long hot shower. Dean followed taking just as long in the hot shower in hopes of washing away the horror of their last hunt. It had been an ugly one, involving a young teenager and his little sister. The ones with kids were the worst. A demon had possessed the 14 year old boy, but this particular demon was an "addo". Neither Dean nor Sam had dealt with addo demons before and after a considerable amount of research, they discovered that these particular demons had to possess two full blooded siblings at once. The addo had taken its vessels in this 14 year old boy and his 8 year old sister. Under the addo's influence, the boy and girl had strangled both their mother and father, and then went on a rampage in the neighborhood. When Dean and Sam finally caught up with the addo, they managed to trap the vessels. Sam tried his exorcism, but it didn't work. They were faced with having to kill the addo's vessel. Unwilling to even consider the little girl, Dean had managed to capture the boy and shove the silver blade through him. He held the 14 year old as the demon lit his body and choke the life out of the boy. Only as the boy died, the demon took the little sister as well. Dean kept himself in check watching Sam weep as he held the lifeless eight year old girl in his arms. The brothers had brought the boy and girl's bodies back to their house and set it on fire, giving the appearance that an electrical short caused it. After getting back to the Impala, the brothers rode aimlessly in silent misery all through the rest of the night into the following evening. Neither of them said a word to each other until they reached this motel and Sam informed Dean he was going to shower. Once Sam had finished, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Dean rubbed his hands over his face as the hot water ran down his body. He stifled a sob that welled up in his chest remembering the 14 year old boy dying in his arms. As usual, he sighed loudly forcing all his emotions back down. He mentally lectured himself that this was just another hunt and it was part of the job. Dean's body shivered as the water turned cold. He shut it off and once he was dry, he put on his favorite hoodie and sweat pants. Collapsing on the bed, Dean wanted nothing but to sleep. But he knew that came with the nightmares...and the woman in white.

Every night, Dean would see this woman in white. Her fiery hair and clear blue eyes in a cascading white dress haunted his dreams. And every night, Dean asked her who she was. The woman in white never said a word. She just glared, hatefully, and smiled, evilly as she flashed sheer horror before Dean in his slumber. His mother burning, his father dying, his brother crying, and they are all screaming for Dean to save them. He is helpless. Then the woman in white appears with those hateful eyes. Their hunts, every hunt even the ones with good results, haunted his dreams. Most of them involved Sammy dying or being severely injured or tortured. Dean could only watch helplessly. Then the woman in white flashed before him with her evil smile. The worst ones were about hell. Once again, Dean could only watch the torture. He could only watch himself torture the countless souls, with a hardened composure. He could only watch himself as he sliced open soul after soul, blood on his hands. He could only hear the blood-curdling screams from the pain he inflicted. Helpless and guilt-ridden, every time Dean turned away, the woman in white was there glaring.

Dean would awaken to a concerned Sam. He would pass it off as another nightmare about hell and convince his brother he was okay. At first, Sam spent hours trying to pry information out of Dean. Once Sam realized Dean refused to discuss the nightmares, he would gently awaken his screaming brother and calm him down, wiping the sweat from Dean's forehead. Sam would just sit in silence with his brother; Dean would sometimes rest against Sam's leg allowing himself a brief reprieve. Sam was careful not to smother, but placed a soothing hand on his brother's shoulder. Dean was determined to keep his sins to himself. He couldn't let on just how worn and raw he was. No, not to Sam. He was the big brother, after all. The strong one. The protector. Nightmares were Sam's thing, not his.

Tonight's nightmare was particularly horrifying. Dean watched as he stabbed the 14 year old through the heart. Looking closer, he saw that he was stabbing 14 year old Sam. "Nooo!" Dean cried, running toward himself in the dark night. He ran faster and faster but never got any closer. "Sammy!" He could only watch himself stab the 14 year old version of Sam over and over again. Dean ran until he fell to his knees, screaming in terror. The tears flowed violently as he watched. Then, the woman in white.

Dean pleaded with her, "Please, tell me, who are you?" She only brought her finger to her lips to silence him. "No!" Dean stood up and ran closer to her. "Tell me who you are!"

"Silence." The first time the woman in white spoke. Dean gasped at her surprisingly softened voice. He wiped his tears from his face and stared back into her angry blue eyes, fighting the urge to speak or attack this monster.

He could feel Sam's gentle shake to rouse him from his nightmare. "No, Sammy!" he whispered. "Not yet, Sammy. Sammy, no!" He looked to the woman still pleading, desperately trying to hold on before his brother succeeded in waking him. "TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!"

"My name is Angela," she spoke gentler than Dean anticipated. Her clear blue eyes filled with tears as they flashed between her's and Sam's eyes. On the cusp of awakening, he heard her say, brokenly, "You tortured me in hell."

Before he could respond, Sam's blue eyes replaced Angela's. Dean stared at Sam in horror before the torrent of sobs overtook him.

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you get a chance, let me know what you think! Next chapter will be up in a couple days!