A/N: Ok, peeps. You all might be a tad confused about all of this. I've been debating for ages whether to do this or not, then a few days ago I decided to just bite the bullet and do it. Chapter 1 is the same as it always was, but chapter 2 on is gonna be a touch different, extended, bulk out, and hopefully, not as many holes in it. Just bare with me ok. I am trying. I swear. So yeah. Read, review, favourite. You all know the drill. Now, let's get this ball rolling. Again. ;)

Angel Babies and Nightmares

Chapter 1

Sam had always had nightmares. Even the wall that Death put up in Sam's mind after the cage didn't stop the dreams. But the difference between then and now was, before, the nightmares just consisted of chains and blood and screaming. Now all of his dreams were so vivid to the point where they were more memories than anything else. Waking him up in the middle of the night, taunting and torturing him. It was starting to drive him crazy. He knew he had to get a handle on it soon. Dean was getting worried. Though Sam didn't relish the thought of telling Dean everything, he couldn't keep hiding the fact that, even though Lucifer had tried to end the world by starting the apocalypse, while in the cage they had protected each other. Protection which turned into appreciation and admiration, then eventually turned into love. Yeah, that'll go down so well with Dean. The fact remained though, that as far as Sam was concerned, it wasn't easy falling in love with an Archangel and then have to watch him be torn apart piece by piece by his own brother. A brother who only saw it all as a game. Until something happened within the confines of the cage. Then all the rules changed. Which essentially made things worse.

It was Michael who enjoyed the torture game. A game that he eventually taught Adam to play. It seemed that the longer Adam was in the cage, the darker his attitude and personality got. It had virtually reached the point where he was becoming more demonic with every day that passed. It was this personality that always came out when Adam and Michael got to play with their favourite toys. Michael's being Sam and Lucifer, alternating between the two whenever he got bored. Adam however, was more focused on playing with…

"No!" Sam yelled in his mind. Not going down that path. Not ever. That path led to even worse dreams. Dreams that caused Sam to wake up screaming. Dreams that made Dean worry even more about his little brother than he already did.

Sam stood up and paced the length of the dingy motel room of the week. Trying to work out a way to stop the dreams. All the while seeing visions and memories of the cage. Remembering how he and Lucifer would try to distract Michael from his game just long enough for the other to get a little breathing space. How they would work together to try and stop Adam from enforcing his own form of destruction.

This was how Dean found his little brother half an hour later. Pacing back and forth, wall to wall, wearing a trench-like hole into the already questionable motel carpet and muttering under his breath so low that Dean couldn't tell what Sam was saying.

He stood where he was for a moment watching his brother and trying to work out what had set him off like this. Though he had a damn good idea.

"Goddamn angels", Dean grumbled. "Sam? You ok?" he called out, trying to catch Sam's attention. But Sam didn't hear him. Too distracted by whatever it was that was freaking him out. Though now, Dean could just make out what Sam was saying. Things like "Should've stopped it" and "Supposed to protect them". Now, Dean was even more confused. Stop what? Protect who?

"Sammy!" Sam looked up surprised, not realising his brother had returned from getting food. It took him a moment to focus on the question that Dean had asked him.

Sitting down on the nearest bed, Sam took a deep breath and gave Dean the answer that had pretty much become ingrained in the both of them over the last few years. The answer that he knew Dean wouldn't either accept or believe. But he had no choice. Telling Dean the truth was not an option. The truth would cause him to lose what little trust was left between them, possibly forever, and he couldn't risk that. He damn well refused to. So, with that thought and a thousand terrifying images going through his mind he said, "I'm fine, Dean".

Dean just scoffed and raised an eyebrow saying, "Yeah, sure. 'Fine'. So tell me, Sam. If you're so fine, how about explaining to me about the nightmares you've been trying to hide from me, or the reason you're suddenly acting like the Easter Bunny on crack?"

"It's nothing. Just drop it."

Now, anyone who even remotely knew Dean Winchester would know that this would be the point where he would enforce his 'no chick-flick' policy. But, this time Dean knew better than to push his brother away when it was plainly obvious he needed help. And not just from anyone. So, instead of running away from the impending brotherly moment, the older Winchester decided to go head first. Because that was his job. To protect and look out for his baby brother.

"No, Sam." Dean tried to reason with him. "You've been acting like this since the cage. You haven't been sleeping. Or eating. You need to tell me what the hell is going on with you, so I can fix it. I gotta fix this Sammy. But I can't do that until you tell me everything. And don't leave out any details."

"Pretty sure you don't wanna know everything Dean." Sam shook his head, not only saying no but also trying to relieve himself of the terrifying images still crowding his mind. Dean sigh loudly, frustrated at how stubborn his brother was being.

"Why won't you just tell me what's going on, Sam?" Dean almost yelled.

"Cause you don't want to know that I had a kid with Lucifer and that kid, your niece, was tortured relentlessly by our own little brother!" Sam blurted out without thinking. He'd had enough of Dean's pushing and prodding.

Dean just looked at Sam, dumbfounded and just more than a little confused.

"You, uh, wanna run that by me again?"

Sam sighed deeply and laid back on his bed, resigned to the fact that he had to tell Dean the truth whether he liked it or not. Which also meant potentially risking the trust that they had slowly regained in each other.

"Fine", Sam grumbled. "I'll tell you, but you aren't gonna like it. And you gotta hear me out without interrupting or getting pissed".

Dean wordlessly raised an eyebrow and gave Sam the go ahead and Sam started on his tale about falling in with an Archangel.