The Winchester's had just checked into their newest crappy hotel for the week. They were staying here until they got rid of a poltergeist who had been terrorizing folks in a local grocery store.

Dean had crashed on the bed and began surfing the channels on the TV, while Sam pulled out a book to read.

After a while Dean looked up and over to Sam who seemed a bit fidgety as he usually was as of late.

"What is it?" Dean asked a bit worried.

"It's, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." Sam said quickly shoving his nose back into his book.

"You know, every time you say it's nothing it's always something. So speak up, Sammy." Dean said shifting around so he could see his brother better.

Sam sighed and threw the book down. He leaned back putting his hands behind his head. "It's just, I mean, you never get nightmares about all this stuff? Like ever."

"No. Why? Are you still having them?"

"Yeah, but I don't know why. I mean, you'd think I'd get used to it or something." Sam shifted.

"Is this still about Jessica, Sam? 'Cause if it is I'll tell you again. You had nothing to do with her death—"

"It's not about Jess." Sam interrupted hotly. "It's just these jobs getting to me I guess. Know what? Nevermind." Sam got up and went to get ready for bed but Dean grabbed his arm to stop him.

"You're not sleeping with me, Sammy." Dean said seriously.

Sam jerked his arm away. "I didn't ask to." He stuffed his jeans in his duffel.

"But you implied it." Dean shot back.

"Fine, whatever you say, Dean." He crawled under the covers. "Goodnight."

Dean sighed. After about a half an hour he cut off the TV and went to bed as well. He heard Sam whimpering and tossing and turning in the bed across the room.

"Sam." He called out softly. "Sam! Sammy!"

Sam's eyes shot open as the dream of Bloody Mary still danced before his eyes. He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face before saying a bit more sharply than meaning to, "What is it, Dean?"

"Come here. You can sleep with me tonight. But only tonight." Dean could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth. The brothers hadn't shared a bed since Sam left for college. The only reason they had that long was because Dad couldn't afford better than two beds at the motels they stayed at.

Sam could also barely believe what his brother was saying. He jumped up and quickly climbed under the covers beside Dean.

"But don't you dare touch me. Or I swear, Sammy—"

"Don't worry Dean. Thanks."

Dean grunted and rolled over. "What's family for, huh? Night, Sammy."

"Night, Dean."