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SHADOWS IN THE DARK

PROBLEM? WHAT PROBLEM?

Dean screamed and jerked upright, in a reflex reaction to the sudden overwhelming pain in his back. The dark shadow melted away to rejoin the other dark shadows of the forest as Sam's voice was heard yelling, coming closer and closer. Dean tried to answer but his breath came in ragged pants as he sank slowly to his knees. The world tilted as he collapsed into a heap on the leaf litter of the forest floor. The dark shadows hissed with glee, and the tension returned to the forest shadows, as they waited for the other man-thing to come. Then they could have a feast, the like of which they hadn't had in too long. The dark shadow tensed as the tall man-thing appeared. Then it hissed, looking at the long shiny thing held across the man-thing arms. The shadow creature knew from past experience, the pain these things could cause. With that thought, it withdrew further into the shadows, and began stalking the man thing, drooling at the thought of the feast to come.

Dean laid in the bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking how alike ceilings of different motels were – especially the kind of motels they stayed in. Dean glanced fondly at his younger brother lying asleep in the room's other bed. It was highly unusual for Dean to be awake before Sam, and this wasn't a picture of Sam that Dean saw very often. Dude, Dean thought, doesn't he ever stop moving? Sam was twisting around in the bed, and now that Dean was fully concentrating on Sam, he could see the strain and pain appearing on Sam's face, inch by inch, until all the muscles in his face were clenched tight. No way, Dean thought, it can't be - man Sam only looked like this if he was having a vision- and they had passed away, along with that ugly sucker of a Yellow eyed-son-of-…

Dean's thoughts were interrupted when Sam bolted upright in bed and yelled

"No, Dean don't!"

What the? Dean thought, scrambling to Sam's side and giving Sam's shoulder a firm shake.

"Sam, wake up bro" said Dean, shaking Sam's shoulder. Dean could see that Sam was still locked into whatever dream/nightmare this was, and hadn't snapped out of it yet.

"Sam, c'mon bro, wake up" Dean said louder, shaking Sam more firmly. Eyeing off Sam, Dean saw it had made no difference.

Shrugging his shoulders Dean bent down to Sam's ear, opened his mouth and yelled

"SAM!!!!"

"Argghhh" yelled Sam, jumping with freakish speed backwards up the bed, and away from the sudden, blaring noise in his ear. He glared around, heart pounding, and saw Dean standing next to him staring at him.

"Man, did you do that Dean? Did you scream in my ear?" Sam angrily growled at Dean.

Dean stood up and stepped back to sit back down on his bed, relaxing taunt muscles he didn't even realise that had tensed. He noticed that Sam was breathing hard and a fine sheen of sweat coated his forehead. Sam's face was still screwed up in pain, and was getting screwed even tighter. Woops, Dean hadn't thought of that! If Sam did indeed have a migraine, then getting screamed at, in his ear, was probably not going to improve the situation at all. Dean shrugged – oh well.

Sam groaned and lay back down in his bed. He rolled over onto his stomach and covered his head with his pillow.

"Problem Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Headache" Sam groaned "….and it's Sam"

Dean got up, grabbed the bottle of painkillers out of Sam's bag and a glass of water from the kitchen. He snapped out two pills into his hand, and went back to the Sam's bed.

'Here ya go Sam," Dean said, holding out the water and pills to Sam.

Sam ignored him.

"Sam" Dean tried again, and when no reply came, he pushed the bed with his knee, and snapped "Sam" again.

Sam groaned "What? Can't you just leave me alone Dean?"

"Here Sam, take these, they will help with the headache," Dean again offered glass and pills to Sam.

Sam lifted his head slowly off the pillow, frowning and opening his eyes just a fraction -trying not to let too much light into his eyes, and yet still being able to see. He noticed the glass of water and pills that Dean held out to him.

"Thanks Dean," Sam said taking the water and pills from Dean. He then swallowed them and gave the glass back to Dean. He sank bank into the bed and recovered his head with his pillow.

Dean was left standing next to Sam, looking down on him.

You're welcome, Dean thought to himself.

Dean briefly considered asking Sam about the headache. He really needed to know what had happened to Sam, where this crappy headache had come from. Was it an ordinary seriously bad headache or a Vision- induced Migraine? It just couldn't be, Dean thought, as he gave himself a mental shake. That evil yellow eyed demon was dead! Totally and utterly dead! No way could that evil mother be giving Sam visions – no way! Yet as he was thinking this, a small quiet voice seemed to be saying in his mind "But are you really sure about that?" That was the problem; he was fairly sure, but totally sure? No. How could he be totally sure? It wasn't like he could just jump onto Sam's laptop and type "Yellow-eyed Demon; death of; visions never returning; into Google and finding the answers, was it? Dean gave himself another mental shake. Well, whatever!

Man, was he starving! Dean was tough; he could take most painful or uncomfortable situations and just go with the flow of it. Except this one thing - he hated being hungry. All his life he had hated it when he was hungry. He picked up the TV remote and walked over to his bed. He sat down on his bed, resting his back against the headboard and turned the TV on, ensuring the sound was turned way down so as to not bother Sam. Dean flicked the channel button, trying to find something that would hold his attention, and enable him to forget the rumbling in his stomach. He wished he could wake Sam up and let him know that he needed food. Dean's stomach chose at that moment to let out a particularly loud rumble, and Dean grimaced. Man, he wasn't just starving – he was dying of hunger! Dean glanced over to Sam, wanting to give him a shake and tell him to… to… At that moment Sam gave a small groan of pain, and Dean knew there was no way could he wake his brother up, not just for food.

Dean leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his mind drifting back to all the times this scenario had been played out in the past. One of the boys laid flat out on one of the beds in pain and the other waiting impatiently and worriedly. Man, their life stunk!! All the things they did, all the things they sacrificed along the way and it was all for what? Dean could almost hear his Dad's voice in his head saying "What we do is important son; we kill bad things so others may live."

A loud rumbling interrupted Dean's thoughts. That was it!! Dean knew Sam wouldn't wake up for at least another hour, maybe two. He couldn't stay here starving another minute. He got up, grabbed the room keys, picked up his car keys and locking the door behind him went in search of some breakfast.