Sweet Insanity

A/N: I know I should be updating my other stories, and I will. I have this really great idea after watching the second episode of season 7. There will be mentions of past Dean/Cas, and torture in later chapters. I do not own Supernatural... if i did well...


Dean sighed as he returned to the cabin he, Bobby, and Sam were hiding out in. They were still no closer to finding any ways to stop the Leviathans. The eldest Winchester grabbed the bags from the back seat from the local grocery store and headed inside. Bobby was sitting on the couch with Sam redressing the bandages around the older man's ribs. Dean bit his lip to hold the anger he felt in. He felt guilty for not being there for Bobby. The hunter was lucky to be alive after the run in with that Leviathan.

~Flashback~

Bobby had got wind of a case involving a very angry spirit. Little did the hunter know, Andrew, one of the Leviathans had caught his scent. After salting and burning the bones and avoiding getting his face one with the marble tombstone, the Leviathan struck. There was no warning for the hunter. Andrew broke three of Bobby's ribs in one powerful blow. It was strange though. The Leviathan did not try to kill the seasoned hunter. Instead, he left him unconscious and in serious need of a hospital. Luckily, the man on guard duty found Bobby and immediately called 911.

~End Flashback~

Sam turned his head when he heard the door open. He offered a small smile to his brother. Dean grabbed his flask and took a swig after dropping the bags onto the table. Though the younger Winchester knew his brother wasn't looking, Sam glared at his sibling. Dean has been drinking a lot lately. It was just like when he got out of Hell. Sam knew his brother was hiding something, and considering all that has been happening, he hasn't pushed the subject. But one way or another the younger brother was going to get the truth.

Later that night, Dean crashed on the couch. He insisted Bobby take the master bedroom to heal. Bobby tried to protest, but Dean would not take no for an answer. Sam and Dean played rock, paper, scissors for the other bedroom. Of course Sam won. The eldest Winchester really needed to stop picking scissors. His eyes drifted close as he was pulled into the land of dreams.

Dean found himself standing in a meadow clearing underneath the nighttime stars. He stared at his surroundings hoping to spot anything familiar about this place but there was nothing. At least he was not being haunted by Amy's face. Sensing that he was not alone, the hunter's head snapped forward. A figure stepped out from the shadows, and Dean gulped. Suddenly he wished he was haunted by Amy.


A/N: Well what did you think? More will be revealed in the next couple of chapters.

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