Well Folks this is the much awaited sequel to beneath my skin I hope you all enjoy this one as much as you did that one.

Summary – Sequel to Beneath my Skin, Dean has just lost Max and when both him and Sam think they cant get any lower a whole new evil comes to town, and what's dean just doesn't no how to stay dead.

Within a Dream

Dean

If you're reading this then Jo did her job, and I managed to end things once and for all. I know your probably thinking why did things have to be this way, that there was some other way to kill the demon, and there probably was but I wasn't going to risk our amulets being the only thing that could kill it, I wasn't going to risk messing up.

You haven't mourned yet Dean you probably never will, Sam is worried sick about you, you lost me Dean they all did don't let your brother lose you to, hell beat up your car again If you have to or break your knuckles on a punch bag but please don't push Sam away.

There are so many things I can tell you, so many things I wish I had done but one thing I wish beyond everything is that I hadn't waited as long as I did, that I had told you how much I love you, how much you meant to me.

Your meant more to be then you could ever imagine, I love you Dean Winchester and some day you are going to make someone else as happy as you made me.

Don't cut yourself of Dean, mourn me and move on, find love again, after all you are the ladies man.

I love you Dean Winchester more then you will ever understand.

I love you all but its time to let go

Max

Dean looked down at the paper in his hands and sighed he had read the letter over thirty times trying to find some hidden meaning, he was sure that she was trying to tell him something and he feared he had missed something.

He knew the letter word for word knew the perfect curl in her y's the way she didn't dot her I's. he put the letter back in to his journal and sighed, everything she said was completely true, he hadn't mourned he hadn't even cried at her funeral.

He was pushing every one further away from him, he was locked in his room for most of the day and when he wasn't he was out training or hunting. Sam was more then concerned for him, he had voiced it on more then one occasion, and he had just smiled and said he was fine.

But Dean knew he was far from fine he wasn't sleeping at night his dreams plagued by Max, by that night had watched her but a bullet though her head. For the first couple of nights he had watched her die tried in so many times to stop it, but it always ended the same, her blood on his hands.

It was a week after her death that the dreams had taken a different turn, he had started seeing snippets of things, of the life they could have lead If she hadn't died that day, but even that life didn't last, it was soon replaced my fire and brimstone and screams of pain, begging for help.

He even caught glimpse of Max, her happy smiling face covered in dirt tears streaming down her face as she looked at him begging for him to help her to save her from the fate she had found.

But he never could every time he tried to help her she would just disappear and he would wake up in a cold sweat his entire body shaking from the after shocks of the dream, his body soaked with sweat.

One thing he did know was that Max was trying to tell him something he just didn't know what, but he would find out that much he knew for sure, he would find out the meaning to all his dreams if it killed him, and the only time he could do that was when he was asleep.

Sam looked up from the laptop and sighed he was tired in fact he was beyond tired, he was getting little if no sleep at night, his brothers frantic tossing and turning, murmured words escaping his mouth keeping him up.

Sam shook his head and a ghost of a smile crept across his face he had never thought he would have found out what Dean felt like when he was taking care of him after Jess had died but here he was, it was like him and Dean had changed places. Sam was the protective brother and Dean was the one who needed protecting.

Sam had known that things were going to be hard for Dean he had seen the broken look in his eyes when he had cradled Max's limp body to his chest as he looked at him with those pleading eyes begging for him to change what had happened.

He knew it was going to be hard but he had never knew how hard, well he hadn't until four days after her death and he had caught Dean at a cross roads summoning a demon.

Flash Back

"It didn't work" Dean said pivoting on the spot his eyes turning to his brother, Sam furrowed his brow and bit his lip, his eyes wondering down to the freshly dug dirt and he felt his heart leap in his chest.

"Why didn't it work" Dean questioned this time his body turning away from Sam his body falling to the floor his hands kicking up at the dirt.

"I did everything I was supposed to, it should have worked, why didn't it" Sam had to swallow as he attempted to get some moisture back in to his throat so he could talk. Emotions from Dean was one thing he was not used to, usually they just skirted around the subject like that had been for the past couple of days, but now Dean was talking to him with such emotion filled voice Sam just wanted to fall to the ground and scoop him into his arms.

"I dunno" Sam replied because what else could he say, there wasn't anything he could say to make what had happened ok, there was nothing he could say, or do that would bring back Max, and apparently neither could summoning a cross road demon.

Dean turned his head to his brother, his eyes filled with tears that he refused to let fall his head tilted to the side ever so slightly, he couldn't believe he had thought he could bring her back, bring her back and that everything would be ok, because deep down in his heart he knew it would ever be ok, knew it would never be the same as it had been before she died.

"I just want her back Sammy" Dean replied his head dropping and turning away from his brothers gaze, he couldn't bear the look of pain and sadness on his brothers face, it was his job to be the big brother, to make the pain go away, weakness and emotions were not his thing, but as hard as he tried to make it go away it just wouldn't, it was always there like a constant throb in his heart.

He heard the light thud of someone sitting down at the side of him and he turned his head ever so slowly. He gulped and took in a breath when he saw Sam sitting next to him; he closed his eyes and allowed his brother to pull him to his chest.

"I would give anything for you not to have felt this kind of pain" Sam muttered against his head.

End Flash back

From that day things had gotten worse, it was after that night that the dreams had started, Sam had been actually shocked they hadn't stated before that night. He had asked about them the next morning and Dean had snapped at him to mind his own business, he had tried two more times after that and had gotten the same response so he had just stopped asking.

But Sam knew it had something to do with Max, he had heard her name pass over his brothers lips as he tossed and turned his hands stretching out in front of him, his face contorted in pain.

Sam didn't know what to do had no idea to help him, not that Dean would let him help him, as per dean just wanted to be left alone so he could deal with things his own way, a bottle of jack and as many suicidal hunts he could manage.

Sam sighed and shut the lap top in front of him, he wasn't going to find anything tonight he was to tired and his eyes were barely focusing on the screen, the words were just blurring together making it impossible for him to concentrate.

With one final sigh he pushed the lap top completely away from him and with a quick note to his father letting him no he had gone to bed and not to worry he headed in the direction of the bedroom to find that Dean was already asleep.

Sam smiled in his direction and pulled the covers over his brother's body, he turned his head and saw that his brother had once again been looking at the letter Max had written him before she died and he gave a sad shake of the head.

"Let her go man she's gone" Sam muttered before getting in to his own bed his eyes wondering over to dean with worry

Little did Sam know was that Max was in deed alive, stuck in hell with something far far worse then the demon she had killed, and Dean was her only hope, and if he didn't figure out the meaning soon, then she truly would be gone.