Chapter 1

"...M!"

"..am! "

"..SAM!"

"SAAAM!"

Sam woke up with a start.

Obviously disorientated, his eyes scooted around the room.

Dean stood next to him, a worried expression on his features.

"Dude, everything's alright with ya?

Know where you are and who I am?"

Dean snapped his fingers.

"What? Yeah, Dean. Everything's fine, just had a really weird dream. Nothing to be worried about."

"You're sure with that? You were tossing and turning and screamed at the top of your lungs. Scared the shit out of us, dude."

"It was...it was just a nightmare, Dean.

I promise ya, thwas nothing out of the ordinary."

He hated it , to lie straight to his brother's face.

But Sam was unsecure, what his older brother would think about his story, or even worse, what he would do about it.

Gabe was dead, but this dream felt a little bit too realistic for Sam's liking.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to have a nice, long shower."

"Don't mind", Dean replied, not able to get completely rid of his pouty undertone.

Sam managed to move his soar muscles and stumbled into the bathroom.

He opened the Tap and rinsed his wrists under the Ice cold water,

splashed it onto his face and neck.

Slowly, the blurry fog vanished from his eyes and his sleep-drugged brain started to work properly again...

Or maybe not. Maybe he was still dreaming and this was some sort of creepy "dream within a dream" experience.

Otherwise he would had to admit, that his clothes where plastered all over the bathtub.

Dark and heavy from the Water , that was steadily dripping down to the bottom of the Tub.

His Jean's and Shoes were caked with mud...

He rushed out the bathroom, running all the way up to the Entrance of the Bunker and opened the door.

The bright sunlight messed with his eyes. He shut them tight, a stinging pain was forming up behind his closed eyelids.

Sam stumbled back,Hands firmly pressed against his head.

With the back against the railing he tried to calm his breath.

He felt like he was going to puke.

"Dude, just cut the crap. I didn't believe you anyway. Let's go downstairs and talk about your "little" nightmare, yeah?"

Dean was by his side, Hands resting on Sam's shoulders. The look he gave him made it impossible to decline his brothers request.

With a sigh, Sam gave in.