Authors Note:

As much as I'd like to *and probably to the relief of the brothers*, I do not own Sam or Dean or any part of Supernatural :P Eric Kripke is the true genius behind this epic show!

But I do own Jadell Lang and Brittany XD This story is completed on my deviantART (DITTOFAN04) page, so I will do my best to upload it all here

This story is based in my hometown as well ;D

Summary: Sam and Dean travel to a small town in Ohio after learning about a brutal murder of a local girl. It seems like the tiny suburb holds a secret that the boys never expected to find out about.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"

The smell of blood and burning flesh filled his nostrils as he ran down the stairs, carrying his four month old baby brother, who was too young to comprehend what was going on around him. Lucky him. Suddenly, a figure blocked Dean's exit. It was a woman wearing a long, white nightgown. Her long, dark blonde hair was stringy and straggly. Her skin was pale white. A large, deep red stain stood out on her nightgown, where her belly was.

"Where are you going, dear? Why are you leaving?" the woman asked, her eyes filled with sadness.

Dean backed away, almost stumbling. He looked down at his brother, but he was gone. He held an empty blanket.

"Sam?" he cried, looking around frantically. "Sammy?"

The woman walked towards him. Dean collapsed as his legs buckled. The woman was engulfed in a wave of fire. Soon, everything around Dean was in flames. They licked dangerously close to his flesh. He could feel the searing pain as his flesh started to burn. He screamed.

"SAMMY!"

"DEAN! Dean! Wake up!" a distant voice cried. "DEAN!"

Dean's eyes shot open. He sat up, gasping. His body was drenched in sweat, making his black t-shirt stick to his chest and back.

The covers that had once been draped over him were now twisted around his waist and left leg. His pillows were on the ground.

Dean looked over at the face of his younger brother, who was standing up beside his bed, looking down at him with a concerned expression on his face.

"Sam?" Dean said, almost in a breathless whisper.

"I'm right here, Dean." Sam quickly sat down beside him and put a hand on his quivering shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Dean put a shaky, sweaty hand to his drenched face. This was more than enough to tell Sam that his big brother wasn't as alright as he would say he was.

"Was it another nightmare?" Sam asked gently, now proceeding to rub his brother's back to comfort him more.

Dean looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Yes," he replied, "about Mom."

Sam nodded. Ever since that day when they had lost their mother to a house fire caused by a yellow-eyed demon named Azazel, the Winchester Brothers had been having countless nightmares about her and about the people they failed to protect and save. And it seemed like they would forever have them till they died. But that wasn't true. The boys had also died many times but were resurrected, whether by one another or by an angel. But that just seemed to add to the horrible nightmares. Both sometimes wished that they lived normal lives. But that was never going to happen. They were stuck in the family business of hunting down and killing things that went bump in the night. Anytime they stopped, more people could die.

"Well, it's alright now, Dean," Sam said reassuringly, continuing to rub his big brother's back. "You're back in reality. There's nothing to fear anymore."

Dean looked at Sam again, but this time with an appalled look on his face.

"Dude...what part of 'no chick-flick moments' do you not understand?"

Sam smiled. His brother was teasing him again. He was okay now.

"Sorry, dude." Sam stood up and headed back to his bed, picking up and tossing Dean's pillows back to him.

Dean reached over the bed and hoisted up the rest of his blankets after he untangled the parts from around his waist and leg. He glanced at the clock radio on the night-stand between the two beds. 3 A.M. Great...

Dean sighed and laid back down, his eyelids drooping as he did. Within seconds, he was out like a light.

Sam watched his brother sleep for a few minutes before finally doing so himself.

Dean awoke to the sound of a TV being on. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked at the clock radio again. 8 A.M. It'd been five hours since his nightmare attack. He felt extremely tired. But nothing like a good cup of Joe to perk up his spirits. He looked over at Sam, who was sitting at the foot of his bed, intently watching the TV screen. A newscast was on, right in the middle of a news report.

"The sleepy town of Canal Fulton, Ohio was shaken by a brutal murder that happened late last night. The body of former cheerleader and volleyball captain, Brittany Robinson, was found mutilated in the basement of the town's legendary Warehouse on the Canal. Witnesses saw another girl run outside of the building, screaming and crying. Police are trying to talk to the girl, but her father is keeping them away, saying that she is traumatized and should not be talking to any detectives until she is ready..."

Sam turned off the TV and looked over at Dean, who returned the look.

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

"Dunno, what do you think?" Dean responded.

"Ghoul attack?"

"Possibly."

"Should we check it out?"

"Don't see why not. Only about a half-hour away."

"Think we'll find anything?"

"When do we not?"

"Good point. I'll pack up."

"And I'll get the car."

The brothers then set off to do their tasks after they got dressed.

Minutes later, they were roaring out of Canton, Ohio inside Dean's precious black, 1967 Impala and heading towards their next hunt.

:D YAY! Angst! Dean and Caring!Sam X333 I luv that combo! As well as Hurt!Dean and Protective/Caring!Sam X3