"Dean."

"Hey...Dean." Sam said louder this time. He didn't want to wake his brother, but he had a bad feeling. Something was off. He felt as though they were being watched.

Dean flinched in his sleep the second time his name was called. Sam was surprised that Dean hadn't woken up immediately. He had some of the greatest hunter's instincts.

Dean woke up quickly, but not like there was a threat. Dean had grown accustomed to sleeping in the bunker and knew that it was so heavily warded, it would take a miracle for any creature to actually get in uninvited.

Dean looked up at his tall younger brother who was leaning over him in the dark.

"Sam?!" Dean sounded rather annoyed. It better be a good reason that Sam was waking him up in the middle of the night. Dean looked at the clock on the table by his bed. 3:00 am. Yep, it better be important.

Sam didn't answer straight away. He didn't really know what to say without it sounding like he was psychic again or something. All he knew is that he didn't feel like he was safe. He felt some sort of a threat that was eating at his conscious and he hoped Dean would listen to him.

"Dean.. something's wrong."

Dean sat up straighter at that, immediately kicking into big brother mode.

"What's wrong, Sammy?"

"I don't know... I just have a weird feeling."

"Weird feeling? Are you sick?"

"No, not that kind of feeling, Dean. I just feel like someone is watching us or something."

Dean bit his lip at the thought. However, the bunker was the safest place on earth to them. No way could any monster get in.

"Sam, the bunker is safe. I'm sure everything is fine. Maybe you're just paranoid from hunting."

Sam figured Dean would say something like that. Sam had tried to go back to sleep, to convince himself that everything was fine, that he was just having night terrors or something. It wasn't uncommon for him or Dean to have nightmares almost every night.

But this feeling was different. It was eating at him in ways that even dreams couldn't. He had to make Dean understand or he would just sit in the library all night with his gun at the ready.

"Dean..I'm serious. This is different. There's something out there." Sam was pleading on the inside, but his voice was steady and strong.

Dean got up out of bed and slipped on his boots. He noticed that Sam already had put on his boots, jeans, and a flannel with a gun in the waistband of his jeans. Sam had definitely been worried or he wouldn't have bothered to put on his clothes or go get Dean in the first place. Knowing Sam, he would have tried to figure out the source of any threat to make sure it was real before going to get his brother. Dean didn't like to be woken up, after all.

"Alright, Sam. Let's go scope everything out. But when everything is fine and you're just coockoo, can I go back to sleep?"

Dean smiled reassuringly at Sam.

Sam looked worried.

"Yeah, of course." Sam said as he led the way out of Dean's room with his gun in his hand.

Dean followed behind Sam closely, looking at his surroundings carefully.

"Did you hear anything?"

"No, not exactly. I just felt like I was being watched. I don't know how else to explain it."

"Alrighty then." Dean continued to follow Sam's lead until they both heard something.

"Dean.." Sam whispered, wondering if he heard it too.

Dean nodded and gestured for him to follow him to the kitchen.

They slowly crept into the kitchen with their guns up. It sounded like someone was in there, just walking around. They walked in cautiously and looked on both sides of them.

There was nothing.

Dean waited another minute before turning to Sam.

"I don't know, dude. I definitely heard something." He shrugged and turned back toward the library.

Sam was still unsure. He noticed that Dean had gone back into the library while he stood there still listening. He walked back toward the library in hopes that maybe Dean found something, but as he walked in he noticed that Dean wasn't there.

"Dean? Where'd you go?"

He walked a little farther in when suddenly, strong arms grabbed around his body. Too forcefully to be Dean, he thought.

His thoughts were confirmed when a needle was quickly injected into the side of his neck and his surroundings began to get fuzzy.

"D-de?" was all Sam got out before he collapsed onto the ground.

He never saw it coming.

This is my first fanfic so reviews would be appreciated.

I know this chapter is sort of short, but let me know what you think or message me if you have any good ideas that you want me to include in the story and I'll make it happen.

Thanks so much!

~Alyssa