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This is set in Season 3 right after the Halloween episode.

Chapter 2

"Sun's up and you're not, let's go Sammy-boy."

Ugh, that voice sounded too cheery. He pulled the pillow over his head. Dean heard a muffled "Five more minutes."

"No way, you can sleep in the car. We've got about a 6 hour drive ahead of us." Dean threw Sam's bag on top of his sleeping form, receiving a loud "oof!" as a response. A smirked crossed the older man's face.

Oh man. What a way to start the day. Sam pushed his bag off of himself, slowly crawling out of bed. Another sleepless night. He rubbed his face before locking himself in the bathroom. He was just thankful Dean hadn't chucked the weapons bag at him instead.

Ten minutes later, the boys were on the road. Dean hit the highway, hoping to make good time before rush hour traffic set in. He glanced over to see his brother dozing off. Why was that kid so tired lately? "What's wrong with you?" he stated bluntly. He was never one to beat around the bush.

Sam snapped out of his daze, "Huh? Oh," he rubbed his eyes. "Nothing, just tired."

"You're always tired. For the past two weeks you've been nothing but tired. And honestly? You're not much fun to be around like this. You're worse than a girl PMS'ing."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah thanks."

'You make his life miserable Sam, even now. He'd be better off without you.'

His eyes grew wide. That voice, the one from his dreams. Why was he hearing it now?

From the driver's seat, Dean looked over and saw the youngest looking startled. "Seriously? You can't even take a joke anymore?"

Hearing his brother's voice brought Sammy out of his thoughts. Crap, Dean thought he was mad at him. Nothing new, but it makes for one hell of a car ride. Sighing, he leaned back. "So what's in Vermont that's worth checking into?" he asked, deciding to change the subject.

"There's been an alarming number of deaths in a little town. There's no connection between any of the victims except that all of them have come from this area. And they're not dieing in the normal fashion. They've all been suicides. Each death was different."

"How many is an alarming rate?"

"12 in total. People of every gender, race, age and economic status."

"I don't know man, are you sure this is something for us to look into? Are you sure it's not just regular suicides?" This didn't sound supernatural. Odd yes, but supernatural?

"Yeah, just trust me on this. I got a lead through Bobby. Definitely not normal. Especially with this many people. Let's just check into it okay? If it's nothing we'll skip town." Dean wasn't positive this was the type of job they would be able to solve, but he needed something to get Sam's head back in the game. He was spacey and out of it lately. Maybe if they had a job to focus on he'd come back to his senses.

Sam still looked skeptical. "Alright, we'll check it out," he said exasperated. It's not like they had much to do otherwise.

Dean's body lay cold and broken on the ground.

'What a shame he had to die.'

Blood. Everywhere. He couldn't escape the sight of it.

'This would have never happened if it wasn't for you.'

All he could see was red. No matter where he turned, blood red.

'Sammy Sammy Sammy, why'd your brother bite the big one again? Oh that's right, to save your pathetic ass. What a waste.'

He couldn't hold it in any longer. Sam turned around as all the contents in stomach emptied out onto the floor.

'Ew what a mess,' the voice taunted. 'You should really learn to control that.'

Dean heard a slight cough coming from the passenger seat. "Oh hell no, Sam wake up!" he yelled at his brother, trying to snap him out of his dream state. The boy hacked harder. "Don't you dare puke in my car!" he yelled as he skidded to the side of the road, leaning over to throw the passenger door open just as Sam lost his lunch. The eldest held him up so he wouldn't fall out of the car. "Easy Sammy. I got you." He reached into the glove compartment to pull out some napkins. "Here, get yourself cleaned up." He held out a bottle of water. Sam took it gratefully, gargling and spitting out the liquid. "No more tacos for you, those things look nasty coming back up."

Sam leaned back into the seat. "Oh god," he moaned. "Please don't mention food right now." He closed his eyes, trying to dull the pain pulsating behind them. "Ugh. I will take a tictac if you have it though, I hate the aftertaste of this."

Dean fished the box out of his pocket and tossed it over. "And I hate the smell it leaves behind on your breath." His brother shook a couple out, tossing them back like pills. "So what brought that on?"

Sam shrugged slightly, "maybe food poisoning?"

'Food poisoning my ass you guilty piece of shit.'

The boy's eyes snapped opened immediately. He instantly regretted that as his nausea returned full force.

"Aw shit," Dean recognized the signs instantly, grabbing his brother again to hold him up. The boy leaned out the door again, only to dry heave. "Get it all out. Let's just get a room for the night. I'm sure the motion of the car wouldn't help your stomach calm down any."

Using the last napkin to wipe at his mouth, he turned to face Dean. "No, let's keep going. I'm fine. I can sleep just as well in here as I could in a motel bed." Well that was definitely true because he couldn't sleep anywhere at the moment.

That was it, the final straw. "Fine my ass." Sarcasm laced his voice. "Why won't you just admit that something is wrong? I can see it Sammy. You haven't slept well for weeks now and you've been giving me nothing but excuses. And don't even try to tell me they're not excuses because I know you too well."

Busted. Sam was too tired to argue anyways. He sighed. "Okay okay. I've been having nightmares." Dean snickered at this with a mumbled "obviously." Sam focused on ignoring his brother's attitude. "But I was being honest when I said they weren't visions."

Dean noticed his hesitation, "Then what are they?"

Sam's head turned to face the driver, "They're nightmares, of your death."

This caught Dean off guard. Of all the things he was expecting, that definitely was not on the list. He was thinking more along the lines of crazy psychic powers or demons entering people's dreams. "What do you mean?" Stupid question, but he had no other response.

"I see you die Dean. Over and over. I watch the hell hounds rip you to pieces just like the day it happened. And no matter what, there's nothing I can do about it." His voice faltered unintentionally.

"That's what has been bothering you?" Dean hated knowing he was the cause of his brother's pain. "Hey, listen to me. I am not going anywhere. I'm back for good. Takes more than a couple of rabid dogs to keep me down." He smirked, resting a hand on Sam's shoulder.

A hint of a smile crossed Sam's face. "I know. Trust me, if I could control it, I would. I don't choose to have these dreams." He wasn't going to tell Dean what was really bothering him, how if the angels pulled him out of hell they certainly knew how to put him back in it. He hoped to God (ironically) that they wouldn't ditch his brother as soon as they were done with him. Could Sam really believe his brother was back for good? No, if he invested himself in that fact, he would only get hurt again. The truth was, he didn't know what to believe. These angels didn't seem to be the caring kind what with wanting to smite a whole town to get one little witch. It just didn't seem right, didn't seem like something God would order them to do. Then again, nothing seemed right in this business.

A hand waved past Sam's face. "Earth to Sammy. Anybody home?" Dean joked, all the while worrying that there was something Sam was still hiding from him. "I'll let you off the hook for spacing seen as though you haven't been sleeping. But I do have one question." Sam stared back curious. "Why did you let me win this argument so quick?"

"Cause you're a pain in the ass otherwise." Dean titled his head to the side nodding in agreement. Sam snickered. "And I figured if you won this argument, then I won the other one."

Dean squinted his eyes in confusion, "And what argument would that be?"

"We keep driving, no motel tonight."

Dean made a grunting noise as a protest but knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. "Ya know I am the driver so technically I could just drive to a motel and make you stay there."

"And I know how to hotwire your car and leave you there by yourself."

Dean's eyes widened, "You wouldn't."

"Oh yes I would," he smirked, enjoying every moment of it. Both knew Dean wasn't concerned about being ditched; he was worried about his brother driving his car.

More grunting, "Bitch."

"Jerk."