-1"Aw come on Sammy, a little fun never hurt anybody." Dean grabbed his leather jacket, swinging it on with ease.

"You're seriously going to say that in our line of work?" Sam stared back incredulously. He let out an 'I can't believe you' sigh, leaning back against the supposedly clean motel pillow.

Dean rolled his eyes, "That's my boy, always the pessimist." He grabbed the keys to impala off of the nightstand. "You know where to find me if you need me." Turning to leave, he had to get in his final thought. "Don't wait up for me," he winked.

The youngest of the two Winchester brothers just ignored the last comment. Like he would wait up for Dean anyways. He was going to be out drinking all night and probably trying to get lucky with the ladies. Nothing new. Not that he could blame Dean though, not with everything they've been through lately. If the eldest could enjoy himself for one night, then let him. He's been through Hell, literally. Not many people can say that. Who knows, maybe Dean will win a game of pool and earn them some money. It would be nice to use a legal form of currency for once. It wouldn't matter much with how many money frauds they must have against them by now.

Sighing, Sam rolled over on his side. In their line of work, sleep seemed to be rare. Take it when you can get it. Then again, sometimes sleep was worse; like when Sam used to have nightmares about Jessica, when Dean became trapped in his own dreams, when Sam had his visions. Unfortunately, it was going to be one of those nights where sleep didn't come easy.

The boy tossed and turned, trying to get certain images and thoughts out of his mind:

Dean's body ripped to shreds.

'Your brother was counting on you'

Dean's screams echoed through the night as the hell hounds dug into him.

'He always looks out for you and the one time he needed you to be there for him, you let him die.'

Sam turned his head, his face contorted in emotional pain. "No..."he whispered into the darkness of the cheap motel room.

'How could you let him die? How could you send him to Hell?'

Deans' body lay motionless, blood pooling all around.

'He sacrificed himself for you. You're the reason he made the deal. How does it feel to be your brother's killer?'

"NO!" Sam screamed, bolting upright. He quickly scanned the room, taking in his surroundings. Realization came back to him; it was only a dream. He let out a huge sigh, leaning up against the headboard. He put his head in his right hand. "Shit," he mumbled, slipping his hand off of his face. He stared at it for a minute, watching the sweat droplets run down his skin before slamming his fist into the headboard so hard it left a small crack in the wood. Grimacing slightly as the pain ran through his nerves, he swung his legs over the side of his bed, bracing himself as he stood up on wobbly legs. He made his way over the bathroom to splash some cool water onto his face. He leaned on the sink, water dripping off of his face. He fought the urge to smash the mirror as well. He didn't need that kind of bad luck to follow him around as well. God knows him and Dean smashed enough mirrors to last them a lifetime when they went after Bloody Mary. He smiled faintly at the memory. Dean always had a comment for everything.

Dean. His face hardened again. This wasn't the first time he had dreams like this. Of course he had them right after Dean had died, but they slowly went away with time. Ever since Dean had come back, they had returned with a vengeance, slowly getting worse and worse. At first he was afraid it was his visions coming back, but that thought quickly left his mind after he realized he was seeing the past, not what was going to happen. Still, no matters how many times he had this dream, it was still unnerving to watch his brother be torn apart in front of him while he could nothing but watch.

"Sam?" Dean asked, noticing the bathroom light was on. "Sammy?" He rounded the corner, "what are you doing up?"

Sam squinted into the darkness to see his brother approaching him. He hadn't even heard him come in; these dreams must be affecting him more than he thought. "Nothing, just getting some water."

The eldest eyed him suspiciously, "Well it seems you missed your mouth there kiddo," as he watched the droplets fall from his little brother's face. His smile slowly faded as concern replaced it. Even though it was a small lie, Sam had still lied to him. Why would he lie about something as insignificant as to why he was awake at this hour? Then it hit him. His face went completely serious, "Sam, was it a vision?"

Sam turned quickly and stared back, "No no, nothing like that. You know I don't have those anymore anyways." That had caught him off guard a little.

"Just checking. Ya never know, especially since your physic abilities have…advanced."

The youngest let out a huge sigh. He knew that would come up again eventually, "Dean-" he began.

"Save it Sammy, I didn't bring it up to argue with you." He turned around, heading towards his bed. For once, Sam was glad Dean cut him off mid-sentence. "Come on, back to bed. We're heading out in the morning."

A small nod was given in reply. Sam winced against the pain in his head; maybe that wasn't such a good idea. As he laid down to sleep, the gruesome images assaulted his vision every time his eyes tried to close. "Hey Dean?"

A mumbled "hmmm?" came in reply.

"What are you doing back so early from the bar anyways?"

He cracked one eye open, "I got sleepy." He turned over hoping to leave it at that.

That was an obvious lie. Curiosity overtook the boy, "Yeah right. What happened?" Another mumble came in response. "What?"

"I got kicked out. Now go to sleep!" Dean pulled the blanket over him in a swift motion, trying to act annoyed.

Sammy smiled. Leave it to his brother to get kicked out of a bar. Who knows what he did this time.