Chapter 3
Dean woke to the first light of the next day wondering how long he had actually slept. He turned to look at the clock it was 6am. He moaned and then rolled back over cuddling the pillow. Then he noticed that Sam wasn't in his bed. "Sammy?" Dean yelled. There was no reply. Grabbing the knife from under his pillow he slowly moved around the room. As he was walking past the window he saw Sam sitting in the Impala crying. He put his pants on tucking the knife in his back pocket. He made his way to the car "Sammy, are you alright?" Dean asked worriedly. "Huh…oh Dean yea I am ok." Sammy said through tears. Dean opened the car door and grabbed Sam into a hug. Sam although wishing his brother hadn't found him this way he was grateful for the hug. "Come on Sammy, let's go inside and talk." Dean said while helping Sam out of the car. Dean helped Sam to the bed never letting him go and sitting so close to him he was almost on his lap. Dean looked into his tear stained eyes and his insides turned to mush. He didn't have many weaknesses but he knew his brother was his biggest. Holding Sam Dean asked "What's going on Sammy?" "Dean you are under so much stress I don't want you to worry about me." He said. "If you don't tell me Sammy that will make me worry more." Dean said. "Ok…well I've been having these nightmares some of them are old like about Jess, and some are fresh with Lucifer and Cas in them. The most disturbing ones are about you. I can't sleep more than 3 to 4 hours a night. I am just so afraid I am going to lose you. Everything feels uneasy, surreal now." Sam managed to choke out. Dean had never seen his brother this distraught before, he was unsure what to do. So he held his brother let him cry until he couldn't cry anymore.
