*I want to try and make this a one-shot, but it might end up being 2 or 3 chapters. We will see how it goes. David Bowie was a great artist, and "Labyrinth" was one of my favorite stories. I hope I do it somewhat justice. Enjoy!*

SAM- 16

DEAN-20

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. sigh.

Sam Winchester loved school, really he did. He also loved the summer vacation that came with it. Of course it meant more training than necessary, more lessons about shooting guns,and how to kill anything that was ready to tear your head off. Well this time was a little different. Their dad was in a different town altogether on a super simple salt and burn, which meant mostly hanging out with Dean. Of course Dean would have him practice his moves and train, but he was encouraging, and afterwards they would usually watch a movie or something fun, and his dad wasn't around to hackle them for it. This is what he loved, just him and his brother being normal, even for a little while. Sam now being a teenager he was certainly gaining independence, which also meant fighting with his dad every chance he got. But with his dad out of town, he was relaxed. The school bell rang signaling the end of the last period of classes for three whole months. It was going to be beautiful that week in the cozy town they found, didn't even matter that they lived in a dump. Dean had promised him that they would go fishing the next morning and just relax, so there was that to look forward to at least. He raced out of the school with his back pack and started for home. It was a relatively short walk since Dean knew he was going to get a part time job and couldn't pick Sam up from school, so of course the place they were staying had to be close to the school, or at least on a bus route. Sam didn't mind the 2 mile walk, especially on nice days like today. Plus he didn't have to hunt. They originally moved to the town because children were disappearing in the middle of the night, with no sign of a break in. Upon investigating they didn't find anything useful, but stayed so Sam could finish out the school year, which he was grateful for. His dad decided he didn't need them on the current ghost job, so they stayed behind. Sam finally came up to the modest house they were currently renting, unlocked the front door, closed it, and went straight for the couch and just rested there, letting the sun warm his face as he took a nap. Dean wouldn't be home until 5 and it was only 3, so no harm in a simple nap. Unfortunetly he was in te throws of a strange dream.

Dean came home from work at seven, two hours later because his boss decided to be a dick. He didn't like leaving Sam alone for a long period of time. Upon coming to the front door he swore he was being watched, which made him pull out his keys and try for the door all the faster, just to notice it was already unlocked. Dean panicked knowing his little brother knew better, or so he thought.

"Sam! Sammy!"

No answer. Now he was panicking. He ran upstairs into the bedroom they shared yelling Sams name, but no answer. Finally he ran to the living room where he saw a sleeping Sam curled up on the couch without a care in the world. Any other day he would have been angry, but relieved his brother only forgot to lock the door, but today was a stressful day at work, and Sam hadn't even stirred at Dean yelling his name. If he couldn't hear Dean how on earth could he hear an intruder, Supernatural or other?

Without thinking he went over to Sams sleeping form and smacked him hard on the arm, not hard enough to do real damage, just to wake him up and scare him. Sam yelled at the hard smack and practically rolled off the couch, landing hard on his arm.

"Ow Dean, what the hell was that for?" Sam asked while rubbing his now sore arm and getting up to sit on the couch.

"Dam it Sammy you HAVE to be more carful! The dam door was un-locked, there were NO salt lines in front of it, not to mention I yelled your name and you didn't even flinch from your sleep. What if I was a burglar, or something wanting revenge? What would you have done?"

Sam was just woken up by a VERY angry Dean. Still groggy he was trying to take in everything he was saying, while also trying to remember his bizarre dream.

"Dean I... I was just tired. Not to mention in the middle of a weird dream."

"Tired? You think a supernatural creature is going to care if youre tired? Oh yeah it will let you sleep as it carries you away and I can never find you again!"

Ok Dean was royally pissed. Sam could see that. What the hell happened?

"Ok Dean I'm sorry, Ill be more careful next time."

Sam was still rubbing his sore arm and giving his best kicked puppy expression. Dean now felt horrible. Not only had he hurt the kid, but he was yelling at him in a tone their father usually uses, not Dean. Dean would yell at Sam, but not like this. Dean deflated and sat down next to Sam running his fingers threw his short hair.

"Sammy I'm sorry. I had to stay an extra two hours after work just to come home and find the door unlocked and you missing. I was more scarred than anything. You really have to be more careful ok?" Dean looked at Sam and gave him his best 'please forgive me but also be more careful' look. Sam got the hint and nodded back at Dean.

"Ok good. Now stop rubbing your arm its fine." Dean got up and walked into the kitchen.

"You SMACKED it and I FELL on it! What do you expect?"

On cue Dean walked back in with an ice pack and kneeled down in front of Sam, pulling his thin shirt sleeve up he saw a purple and blue mark forming under the red on Sams muscle. He put the ice pack on it making Sam hiss a little in pain.

"Sorry Sammy. Here hold this." Sam put his hand on the ice pack as Dean sat down next to him.

"Anything on tv?" Dean asked. Now that the excitement was over he was ready to just relax. Sam thought of something.

"Wait, I have chocolate in my room I bought, let me go get it so we have a snack."

Sam got up and Dean smiled. Anything Food was ok in Deans book. A big smile came across his face.

"That's the spirit Sammy!"

Sam raced up the dark staircase and into the room him and Dean shared. He knew he had put that chocolate in his drawer, but now it wasn't there. Finally looking in the closet he found it, along with something strange. It was a book. It wasn't strange that a book itself was in the room, Sam loved to read, but hes never seen this book before, and he didn't think it was Deans. He looked at the cover and couldn't make out the title. He opened it and started to read it. Some words jumped out at him like goblins and magic, but he knew he had to read it from the beginning and he didn't have time. Hearing Dean yell his name he left the book on the floor in front of the closet door, grabbed the chocolate, and ran downstairs, unaware of the owl looking at him outside the window.

Sam made his way downstairs quickly and saw Dean had already made popcorn and popped in a movie. He sat down beside him and handed him some chocolate. Dean ruffled his hair playfully before starting the movie.

"Oh Sam what was your dream about anyway?" Sam looked at him.

"What?"

"You know, you said you were dreaming, what was it about."

"Oh yeah, it was super weird. There was a blonde guy who was an owl. Ummm little furry creatures running around, and dancing, and singing even. The blonde guy I forgot his name said I would made a good Goblin Prince or something of that nature...then he started singing and dancing. hm."

Dean couldn't stop laughing. His brother was so weird sometimes. His laughter only made Sam start laughing.

"It was just a dream Dean, cant exactly control it."

"Just watch the movie you little weirdo."

Dean reached over and put an arm over Sams shoulders pulling him closer. Sam was a great kid, a bit strange, but a good kid. After a while the movie was over, Dean noticed Sam was sleeping on him, so he carefully got up out of his brothers grasp, cleaned up the food, and covered him up with a heavy blanket. Looking at Sam he knew he was a lucky brother. Sam would do anything for Dean and he would give his life for Sam. He brushed his hair away from his eyes before making extra thick salt lines and double bolting the door and windows. Nothing was getting in on Deans watch. He walked upstairs feeling secure about Sams safety, and fell asleep in his bed, still laughing silently to himself about the dream Sam has mentioned.