This is probably gonna be a TWO-SHOT or THREE-SHOT. If anyone could beta this, could you please say so. I'm still really a amateur, so I need all the help I can get. Hope I get more practice though, as my New Year's Resolution is to WRITE.

Now, on to the story.

Lights Fall Faded

Sam's eyes jolted open. He quickly sat up and scanned the motel room. In the other bed, Dean's sleeping form didn't move except for the rise and fall of his breathing. No one else was in the room. Other than the cold air from the vents rustling the curtains, nothing was moving. Breathing heavily, he laid back down and closed his eyes once again.

He hadn't had a vision in a while. And this one didn't seem like the others. It was somewhat detached, possibly what an acid trip felt like.

It couldn't have been one.

His consciousness disagreed. That's bull. It was supernatural and you know it.

God, he knew he was tired, but now he was arguing with himself? But damn… he could practically still hear her.

"Saammm…"

There it goes again.

"Sam…."

Wait. The voice wasn't in his dream anymore.

"Sammmy…?"

It was coming from the foot of his bed.

Sam opened his eyes.

Dean was having an odd dream. Not to say it was strange, but it was different. There was a lack of busty women and shiny muscle cars. However, the one woman there made up for it.

"I missed you so much." Dean hugged her tightly, trying to memorize how she felt for a second time. She hugged back, comforting him.

"Oh, Dean. You can let go now." Dean blushed and let go, rather reluctantly.

"Sorry." He smiled. Just being around her took ten years of hate, violence, and pain away. Then all of a sudden, he felt compelled to tell her everything that had happened. He didn't need to act tough or wear a mask in front of her. She had loved him no matter what. However, when he opened his mouth to speak, she hushed him.

"Now, Dean. You can tell me all about what's happened later. But we don't have the time."

Dean stared at her. "What are you talking about?"

"It's Sammy. He's in trouble." Before she could continue, she gasped in pain.

"No!" Dean held her up. "What's happening?"

"They don't want me to warn you. Just make sure you keep Sammy safe. He needs you, Dean. You need him." Again she was pained by an invisible force. "Dean!" His eyes searched for the source of his mother's pain. Seeing nothing, he hugged her trying to keep her safe with his body.

"Dean. Save Sammy. He's being tricked." It was getting harder and harder to speak and keep her form. "Will you promise?" Her eyes seemed to bore into him, very similar to Sam's.

His voice hitched in his throat. "Yes." She smiled weakly and disappeared from his arms. "Mom!"

Dean shot up from the bed, panting. His mind sped through what he saw in his dream. Before he could decide if it was real, he looked at the other bed.

"Sam?!"

It was empty.

A/N: Well, I hope you review! Criticize me, praise me (very unlikely at the moment :) ), or just say whatever you want. Reviews are like M&Ms. XD

P.S. This story used to be called Mama Said. But hopefully it's more improved.