Okay, so I am taking some liberty here with a little, I dunno, "pre-Sammy-becomes-YOD's-plaything" nightmare/premonition action. If that makes sense. Not exactly canon but, you know. Also, thanks SO MUCH to those who took the time to review my first chapter!

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Sam hugged his knees to his chest, trying to stop the shaking. It had been too real a nightmare this time, and he couldn't shake the remnants of fear that clung to his muddled, still-somewhat-asleep mind.

"Sammy? You okay?" Dean asked form the other bed, making Sam jump.

"Yeah, Dean, I'm-" His words were cut off by an outburst of tears that he hadn't realized he was holding back.

"Whoa, whoa, Sammy," Dean said, jumping out of his bed and sitting next to Sam. "You're shaking. What's wrong?"

"Just a nightmare," Sam said through his tears. He was frustrated with himself for crying and Dean for having that ability to know whenever Sam woke up in the night.

"Just a nightmare?" Dean asked skeptically. "Sam, you've had nightmares before, and none of them ever left you crying and trembling like a scared puppy."

Sam tried to stop the tears, but he couldn't, so he just cried, his older brother's hand rubbing his back.

"Come on, Sammy. Talk to me. Maybe it'll help," Dean coaxed.

"There was-there was someone in the mine. I could hear him screaming-Dean, it felt so real, like I was there. I don't even know what it is that scared me so much. I've got this feeling Dean, and I can't shake it." He was calming down now, the tears subsiding. But his hands still shook, and he had a feeling they wouldn't stop until he stamped down the fear. "We need to go to the mine."

"Go to the mine?" Dean repeated.

Sam nodded. "It's just-you have to trust me Dean. I think something's going to happen and if we can stop it-Or I could be totally wrong. In which case we'll go to the mine, nothing will happen, and we can leave. Please, Dean."

Dean sighed. "Fine. But you owe me, Sam. Like, a pie. Okay?"

Sam smiled a little. "Thanks, Dean." He paused, then, "You never did tell me how things went with that girl."

"What girl?"

Sam snorted. "I heard you, Dean. It was pretty clear what you were talking about."

Dean pushed his shoulder. "You're fourteen! You have no idea what I was talking about! Now shut your mouth and go to sleep." He shook his head. "Bitch."

"Get off my bed, jerk!" Sam answered. He wrapped his blankets around himself and stared at the wall. It wasn't long before Dean's breathing grew steady. Sam knew he should try and get some sleep, too, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. He was too afraid of what he might see once his eyes were closed.

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Dean watched his little brother closely. Sam looked over and caught him staring.

"Why do you keep staring at me Dean?"

"I'm not!" Dean answered.

"Yes you are. Don't worry about me! Once we do this, I'll be completely fine. Really."

Dean sighed. "Sam, your hands are still shaking."

"Can we just walk?" Sam snapped, giving Dean an ultra-bitchface.

Dean sighed. "You know what? Whatever. Forget I said anything." He knew he was being somewhat bitchy himself, but Sam was worrying him. He knew his brother hadn't slept a wink, and his own sleep had been restless and intermittent at best.

Nerves were tight for both of the Winchesters, and they made the rest of the trek to the old mine in silence. Sam slowed a little as they got close.

"Hey. You okay?" Dean asked. "You sure you wanna do this?" He braced himself for a snappy answer, and was surprised when he didn't get one.

Instead, Sam said quietly, "Just stay by me, Dean."

Dean looked down at him. Sam had that Winchester look on his face of fierce determination, the kind that said "I am going to get shit done and if you get in my way I will mow you down."

He couldn't help feeling a little pride swell in his chest. As much as Sam complained about the life they were forced to live, he had the kind of drive that would get him far.

"I won't leave your side, Sammy. Come on."

They soon arrived at the opening of the mine, which was little more than a hole in a mountain. Dean swung the backpack from his shoulder and took out a couple of flashlights, chucking one to Sam. "Here."

Sam caught it clumsily and turned it on. "Come on, Dean. Let's just go take a quick look around, make sure no one's in there."

Dean sighed. He hadn't known until now, but at this point he was fairly certain he had a phobia of being in decades old mines. Taking a deep breath, he turned on his flashlight and followed Sam into the mine.

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The abandoned mine was exactly the way one would expect an abandoned mine to be. Dark and dank, with thick air that was hard to breath. The Winchesters' flashlights cast a feeble, pale light that did little to cut through the blackness. Sam's heart pounded against his ribcage as the square of light from the mine opening grew smaller and smaller behind them and then vanished.

It was cold underground, and Sam was beginning to wish he'd brought a coat. He was sure that if he was actually able to see anything, he would see his breath coming out in little clouds. He was starting to think that maybe his dream had just been a dream, that it was all a mistake, and they could leave.

He could hear Dean breathing heavily, and turned to him. "Are you okay?"

"Sure, Sammy. Fine. Look, I don't think there's anyone in here, can we just-"

His words were cut off by a roaring rumbling sound. Sam's eyes widened.

"Run!" he shouted, pushing Dean back the way they had come as the tunnel began collapsing around them.

He could hear Dean cursing and shouting incomprehensibly as they desperately tried to make it out. The opening was in view now. Just a couple hundred feet…

Something hit Sam in the back of the head, and he fell with a small cry.

When he came to, he knew he was in trouble, buried halfway under rock. He could feel the weight crushing him. Worst of all, he could hear a scream-the scream, he realized. Exactly as it had sounded in his nightmare.

It took him only a moment to figure out that the scream was coming from his own mouth.

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Dean grabbed Sam's hand. "Sammy! Sammy, hey! I'm here, okay? I'm here now, and I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"

Sam's scream stopped, tapering off to a moan. His eyes were brimming with tears. "'t hurts," he whimpered.

Dean nodded. "I know. I know. Look, I'm gonna need your help, okay? I need you to tell me the names of every Harrison Ford movie you can think of."

"Even the crappy ones?" Sam's voice was so weak, Dean could barely hear it. It sent icy fear through him. But at least his brother was still awake.

"Yeah. Even the crappy ones." Dean set to work shifting rocks off of Sam. If he could just get him free..

"…Blade Runner. Return of the…the…" Sam trailed off, and Dean turned to him in alarm.

"Hey, Sammy! Hey buddy, come on now, none of that!" He patted his brother's cheek. Sam's eyes fluttered open.

"Dad?" His voice was thick and confused. Dean blinked away tears.

"No, Sammy. It's me. It's Dean. I've gotta keep working, bud, so I can get you free. You do me a favor and keep your eyes open."

Dean worked more quickly, desperate to free his brother. Why'd I agree to come to this damn mine? Finally, he had moved enough rubble away that he could get his brother out from beneath it.

"Alright, Sam. I'm gonna need to pull you outta there. It's probably gonna hurt a little, okay, so be strong for me." He put his arms and Sam's armpits and very slowly started pulling him from under the rubble.

Sam let out a blood-curdling cry, and Dean couldn't stop from crying. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sam!" he cried as his little brother screamed. "Damn it Sammy, I'm sorry!"

Dean finally managed to get Sam out, and lay back, panting, his now unconscious brother propped up against him. Dean let out a big breath and then scooped his brother into his arms and headed for the opening of the mine.

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There was only one person Dean could think to call, and it was someone who absolutely hated his guts. Desperate times.

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Dean sat on the floor, Sam's head in his lap. He didn't know the extent of his brother's injuries, just that there was a lot of blood, and his left leg looked all kinds of messed up, and he wasn't waking up. Dean had gotten past the point of crying. Now he just sat hoping that doctor would hurry his ass up because if Sammy didn't make it, then someone was going to pay and Dean didn't really give a damn who that someone was.

Sam let out a weak moan, and Dean rubbed his temple with his thumb.

"You're okay, Sammy. You're gonna be okay," he muttered. And then, ever so softly, he began to sing 'Hey Jude'.

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