Sam woke up with a start. His breathing was labored and an uneasy ache settled at the center of his chest. It took a moment for him to recall where he was. Finally realizing he was on the bed of the hotel, he tried to steady his breathing.

What the hell was that? Sam's legs were trembling and for a second he swore that the room was a lot colder than what it is now.

He wiped at the sweat forming at his brow and took a deep breath, finally getting it into a steady rhythm.

It was just a dream, get a grip of yourself, Sam told himself.

He pressed his thumb on the scar of his hand. If Lucifer was able to invade the privacy of his dreams, he wouldn't be able to keep this up. He would have no other alternative to fend him off. Now he constantly had to keep his guard up, unconscious and conscious.

But that wasn't Lucifer, Sam concluded. That couldn't be. It was… different. In fact, it was just about the most vivid dream he's had in a long time. A very long time.

Then what was that? Sam was torn from his train of thought as Dean opened the door of the hotel room. He took off his coat, soaked from the unexpected rain today, and threw it on top of the chair next to where Sam's computer was.

Sam sat up against the pillow, and looked at Dean's angry disposition.

"Something happen?" Sam watched and waited for Dean's reply.

The man across from him sat against the bed facing the left side of the room. A sigh escaped his lips and his gaze fixed on his brother leaning on the bed.

"Something's happened. I don't know what it is exactly but… I have this bad feeling that we're not chasing some vamps or demons anymore." Dean places his head against his hands and leaned forward.

"They found one of the missing persons in some abandoned house near the town's sprawl", Dean looked up and faced Sam, his expression on of disbelief.

"The body was… I can't even explain, Sam. It was like something from a science fiction novel, I mean it was barely recognizable…." Dean's voice lowered as he stopped talking.

Sam sat up fully and looked at his brother. He looked absolutely miserable, as if someone soaked him with a water hose and just for shits and giggles decided to add a few scrapes and bruises. "We'll go over to the coroner's tomorrow, Dean. I think you need some sleep. Besides, it'll take a while for them to get a full report done."

"Yeah. You're right." With nothing else said between them, the eldest of the two got up, took a shower, and before Sam knew it, he was dozing off like nothing had happened.

Sam slowly slunk down into the mattress and looked at the ceiling. His senses were clouded, and nausea took hold of him. His heart was beating fast, and he could hear it clear as day. Dean was a momentary distraction from the unsettling nightmare that had just occurred before he had entered the room. Dean said this was something new. Something different.

Maybe Dean knew more than he let on.

Sam tried his best to calm his nerves. A sensation of being watched filled him, and for the rest of the night, he stayed awake.

A lean, tall and dark body slinked its way across the sidewalk of the town, taking in the surrounding buildings, and the view curious glances cast its way.

It walked with effortless grace, as it entered the parking lot of the hotel the Winchesters were currently staying in.

Green eyes stared directly at their window, brow furrowing.

AN: Hello and welcome to one of the worst fics you'll probably ever read. This is my first attempt at writing in a long while so I hope I at least don't screw up and just throw my computer out the window. Oh and I added some things to the first chapter, so re-read that if you want. Anyways, crappy fic but please review just so I know if I should stop or continue. Thanks for reading if you did!