Dean Winchester woke up shaking and sweaty. These nightmares were destroying him. Every night his brain seemed to find some new way to torture the unknown girl in his dreams. And he could only watch from afar while some abusive bastard hurt her over and over again.
He jumped out of bed, got dressed and walk straight for the whiskey in the library. He was on his second glass when his brother walked in.
"Geez Dean, isn't it a little early for that?" Sam said raising an eyebrow at the bottle.
"Look if you had the nightmares I've.. You know what? Never mind. Just cut me some slack Sam." Dean growled out after draining his glass again. He went to pour another refill when Sam grabbed the bottle.
"Hey! What the hell?" Dean spat out.
"What is going on Dean? Is it something with the Mark?" Sam asked concerned.
Dean shook his head no and then ran his hands over his face.
"Dean?" Sam asked again, "Talk to me. What nightmares?"
"I can't sleep, Sammy.." Dean started softly, "I've tried working til I'm exhausted, drinking til I pass out, nothing works. I eventually start dreaming, and it's always this woman. It's like a TV in my mind. I can see her being tortured over and over again by this sadistic bastard and I can't do anything to help her."
"Maybe it's a spell, or a curse? We'll call Cas, and I'm gonna start researching. We can find out why this is happening and stop it." Sam patted Dean on the shoulder. Whoever was doing this to his brother was going to pay.