AN: Thanks for the reviews everyone. A couple of things I forgot to mention in the first chapter:
Characters - not mine. Boo hoo :(
Secondly this is un-beta-ed becasue I have no friends in the Supernatural fandom yet, so sorry about that

Insomnia wasn't a rare occurrence in Sam Winchester's life. He'd had trouble sleeping ever since he was young and his father had sat him down and told him about all the monsters lurking in the dark that, one day, he would have to learn to fight. Then there were the countless nights he spent worrying about whether his father and brother were going to come home alive in the morning and, of course, the nights afterwards spent patching them both back up. The student lifestyle wasn't one which leant itself to early nights either and once Sam had started getting the visions he'd pretty much given up on ever getting a good night's sleep.

Tonight however it wasn't the threat of seeing the future that kept him awake rather it was the fear of the present and, perhaps, memories of the past. He remembered being pinned down and feeling certain, not for the first time mind you, that he was going to die…so far so normal in the life of Sam Winchester. He pretty much pinpointed the place where things went freaky (and Sam didn't use the word lightly) as when the wendigo had started floating off him. He'd done a lot of research since his first encounter with a Wendigo and, if there was one thing he was sure about where they were concerned, it was that they didn't float.

He'd been jolted out of his thoughts by Dean shouting 'Get the Hell out of there!' or words to that effect and he'd decided that, for once, Dean was giving good advice and had rolled out from under the still-levitating monster.

"Why is it…what's happening?!" He'd yelled in confusion over the wendigo's inhuman howls and then he'd noticed how Dean was standing – completely still, staring at the wendgio suspended in mid-air, with one hand held outwards.

"Dean what-"

His words had been cut off as Dean flicked his wrist and the wendigo had hurtled through the air, slamming into a wall at a pace that no living creature could stand. Sam was sure he'd heard the wendigo's bones crunch. Not sure whether he should have been worried or celebrating Sam had settled for a mixture of the two hugging his brother triumphantly but at the same time bombarding him with questions.

"What the Hell happened? What did you do? How did you do that? When…"

And Dean's answer to each and every one of them had been a bewildered and exhausted 'I don't know.'

And now, hours after they event, they still weren't any the wiser. Not for the first time Sam resented the fact that hunting was such a lonely lifestyle. Sure he liked being on the road with his brother, even if the guy could be a huge jerk at times, but sometimes he'd just love someone to help out. Someone who'd have the answers. Someone...like Dad.

Sam had scanned his father's journals for info of course but there was very little in there about the chosen children to start with, let alone about 'misfits' like Dean. Sam hated to think of his brother like that but there was no denying it – Dean was an anomalous result in Sam's recently invented, barely-tested hypothesis. If Dean could be one of the special children without any of the usual signs then who knew how many more people there could be out there with supernatural abilities?

Sam sighed and turned irritably in his bed. None of this speculation was helping matters and besides, Sam thought as he stared at Dean's body, relaxed in an exhausted sleep, if Dean wasn't worried about it, then why should Sam himself be?

Sam was relieved, when Dean dragged himself out of bed, that he no longer looked like he was about to faint. It was one thing that he looked half dead, Dean always looked half dead if he had to get out of bed before 10am and he hadn't had any coffee. Luckily, Sam had thought ahead and brewed a pot and he handed a mug full to Dean who took it with a grunt of thanks, obviously not awake enough for conversation, and retreated into the bathroom. Sam was relieved, when Dean returned, to see that the elder Winchester had washed the dried blood off his hands.

"What's with that face, Sammy?" Dean laughed, "You never seem a guy coming out of the bathroom before?" He smirked and Sam rolled his eyes – the coffee had done its job, Dean was back to normal alright.

"I'm just glad you're okay, that's all." Sam explained, laughing when Dean pulled a face.

"Enough with the sappy stuff." The elder Winchester groaned, "I was fine last night and, big shock, I'm still fine now." He said with undercurrents of sarcasm and Sam shook his head wearily.

On the outside the young Winchester was calm as he shrugged and said "Whatever" but on the inside he was still worried as he though "It didn't seem like that when you were nearly passing out with exhaustion on your bed last night."

"So where we headed to now? Any leads?" Dean asked, bringing his younger brother out of his thoughts and Sam shrugged, unsure of how Dean was going to react to his suggestion.

"I err, I thought we could head to the roadhouse? Maybe see if they can help us figure something out?" Dean was either about to explode or think it was a good idea, Sam was sure of it and he cringed slightly in expectation of the former. Instead he was greeted with neither scenario as Dean frowned,

"Figure what out?" He asked sounding completely clueless.

"Errr…" Sam couldn't believe he was hearing this, why did Dean have to make this into a joke, it was serious! "How about the fact that all of a sudden you can float monsters into mid-air?!" He shouted in exasperation and Dean replied with irritating coolness and disinterest

"Oh yeah. That."

"Look, Dean." Sam began, trying to keep calm, "I know it doesn't bother you, or you're willing to pretend it doesn't bother you, but I'm worried Dean! The demon said he had-"

"Oh let me guess…" Dean interrupted impatiently, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "'Big plans' by any chance? Nice of you to fill me in on that, Sam, it's not like I don't hear it every single day from you." He snarked and Sam scowled in frustration.

"You know what? Fine!" He yelled, annoyed with himself that Dean had managed to wind him up yet again despite his attempts to keep a cool head. "All I'm trying to do is help you, Dean. If you don't want it then fine, go where you want." He scowled, turning away from his frustrating older brother. Sam was fully aware he was sulking and he frankly didn't care, it wasn't like he was the only one being immature.

Dean had a hundred things he knew he ought to say at that moment as he stared at Sam's back, most of them began with 's' and ended with 'orry' but it wasn't pride that made Dean hold back his apology, it was something he feared much more.

"I don't want there to be anything wrong…"

It was only when Sam whipped around to face him asking "What did you say?" that Dean realised he'd spoken out loud. Then, since he'd started, he figured he might as well continue, Sam was obviously going to drag the truth out of him eventually.

"I just…I dunno what's happening to me." Dean admitted, hating to show his weakness like this but knowing he had to try and explain his behaviour before it drove him and his brother apart.

"When you make a big deal about it I can't pretend that it's not important and…" Dean looked at the floor as he choked out his final words on the subject "And I'm scared, Sammy. I'm really scared."

AN: Ok, not great I know. Next chapter will hopefully have some moe action and things.