Dreamscapes, Landscapes and Hellscapes.

Disclaimer: Honestly, I don't have them held prisoner in my spare bedroom, honestly truly I – I didn't do it!! Hehehe usual stuff not mine never has been and never will be.

Author's Note: As many of you know, I am not an American and in fact, I have never been outside Australia. I pulled the name of my focus town, Pearson out of the ether and popped it into Nevada, if there is such a town and you live in it, then please accept my most heartfelt apologies and I hope I do it justice.

Author's Note: Sorry for such a long break between updates, no excuses really except that I am back at Uni and trying to get my head around my four new subjects and the new timetable. Promise I will be back on track very quickly

CHAPTER FOUR

Huff and Puff and Blow Big Brother Down

Wednesday July 11th 2007

Pearson Children's Hospital

Pearson Nevada USA

Dean's body jerked violently and then slid from his chair breaking the contact with

Sam. His head collided with the corner of the bedside cabinet as he slumped unconsciously on the floor.

On the bed Sam opened his eyes briefly his hand reaching out for something or someone before he dropped it and his eyes closed again, his head lolling to one side the constant beeping from his monitors jumped and became loud insistent claxons calling for help. Doctor Shepherd and Maggie ran into the room and collided as the doctor skidded to a shocked halt, 'Maggie call code blue.' Shepherd snapped as he dropped to his knees next to Dean and felt for a pulse. 'Oh thank God.' He sighed when he felt a strong and steady pulse under his fingers.

Easily lifting Dean onto his own bed Tobias Shepherd hurried back to his other patient, 'Maggie what have we got?'

'Pulse thready and barely detectable, breathes shallow, temperature is 103.4˚F (39.6˚C) and rising, BP is 200/110 ... Doctor his temperature is now 103.8 (39.8) he's burning up.'

'Damn it, okay we need to get his fever down as quickly as possible, I want a CBC rushed through, also a urinalysis I want to rule out any possible infections we might have missed. Maggie once you have done that give Sam a tepid sponge bath, I'll order some Feverall and more fluids.' Tobias slipped into his professional doctor's mantle and showed no signs of the affable man who just a short time ago was swapping sarcastic comments with Dean. 'Get the heating turned down in here as well please.'

'Certainly Doctor his temp has hit 105˚ (40.5˚).' Maggie said moving automatically to follow out the instructions to the letter. A short time later Maggie sponged Sam down and watched his fluid bag carefully making sure that the drip rate was just right, 'Doctor ... Sam's temperature has dropped back to 104˚ (40˚)' Maggie reported as she took another reading, 'BP down to 180/100.'

'Very good Maggie, okay now Dean we need to find out what's happening with you.' Tobias worked on his other patient secure in the knowledge that Sam was past the crisis point and in Maggie's capable hands. He dressed the cut Dean's forehead using steri-strips instead of stitches, then he took his temperature and blood pressure readings, both too high but manageable. Frowning Tobias finished his exam and then glanced down at Dean's hands, those electrical burn marks were not there before. 'Damn it Dean time to wake up and tell me what's going on.'

'Sam?' Dean whispered making the doctor jump back startled.

'He's going to be fine Dean.' Tobias reassured him, 'now how about you?'

'Damn he shocked me.' Dean muttered keeping his eyes closed, 'doc lights ... too bright.'

Tobias took a moment to register just what Dean had complained about before turning off the bright overhead light and left the softer exam light on, 'better?'

'Thanks Doc.' But Dean kept his eyes closed, 'got a killer headache.'

'You did give yourself a good whack on your forehead when you went down.' Tobias said with a small wry grin, 'wanna tell me what happened?'

'Fell asleep and found myself in Sam's dream.' Dean mumbled, 'Morpheus pushed me back out rather forcefully.'

'So I can see.' Tobias shook his head; he still couldn't believe that it was a demon causing this. Demons don't exist his logical scientific side nagged him, but then he had another part to him that believed it without question. The part that was raised by his Nana to believe in the natural as well as the supernatural, the part that accepted the fact that he saw his Nana on a regular basis even though she passed away nearly ten years ago.

'Dean?' Sam whispered from the other bed, his eyes slitted open, 'Dean?'

'Sammy?' Dean pushed the doctor away and struggled to get out of bed, 'I'm right here Sammy.'

With the help of his doctor, Dean made his way to Sam's bed sinking gratefully onto the chair he leant forward and brushed a stray hair from Sam's face, 'hey kid welcome back.'

'Dean ... he – he's back.'

'I know, dude how ... what happened?'

'After he pushed you out ... he seemed to weaken enough for me to get out with the kids.' Sam spoke slowly, his words slurred at times but he managed to finish what he was saying.

'Doctor Shepherd the children are waking up.' A nurse came running into the room, 'they have all woken.'

'Thank God ... guys I will be right back to check on Sam.'

'Not going anywhere doc.' Dean shot back before giving Sam his sole attention. 'Dude I really thought ...'

'Dean I got ... got those kids ... out but ...'

'He'll go after others and he won't stop until he has you back either.'

'We, we have to kill him.' Sam whispered, 'we have to go back into the dream realm.'

'Sammy you're in no shape to go back in there.'

'Neither are you Dean.' Sam took a deep shuddering breath and then stared at Dean, 'how did you stop him last time?'

'I stopped but didn't kill the bastard.' Dean said running his fingers through his hair he sat back and sighed heavily. 'It was a long time ago Sammy.'

'Tell me please.' Sam asked fighting the sleep smothering him again, 'I – I can't breath Dean.'

'Sammy what is it?'

'He's pulling me ... Dean help me please help me.' Sam cried out as his eyes closed and his body went limp.

Apartment 233

2122 High Street

Manning Ohio

Summer 1991

'Don't wanna go to sleep Deanie, want another story.' Sam pouted crossing his arms across his chest he sat up in bed and glared at his brother.

'Sammy you have to go to sleep Dad will be pissed if you're still awake when he gets home.'

'Why?'

'Coz he wants you to have a good sleep.'

'Why?'

'Coz we're leaving tomorrow and he knows how grumpy you get when you're overtired.'

'Why?'

'Coz I'm gonna kick your bony little ass if you don't.'

'Why?' Sam grinned as he scrunched down into his bed, 'tell me a story Deanie.'

'What did you want tonight?'

'Mmm umm George and the Dragon.' Sam said with a big yawn. Dean grinned and started to tell Sam his own version of George and the Dragon, within five minutes the young boy was fast asleep. Dean chuckled under his breath as he went to watch TV until their father came home.

Sam moaned and tossed his head about as he felt himself falling down a deep hole when he slammed into a wall and then he tumbled down some steps coming to a painful stop on a stone floor. scrambling up Sam pushed himself against the wall and stared around miserably. His little body shaking violently as he watched the creature come towards him.

'Ah lunch has arrived.'

'Leave me alone my Dad and brother are gonna get you.' Sam snapped out determined to be brave just like Dean would be.

'Ah so you have a big brother and daddy huh little boy?' The creature laughed at him. 'Don't think that they will want you after I have finished with you.'

'My Daddy is really brave and he will kick your ass.'

'Such a dirty mouth on such a little boy.'

'I'm not little I'm eight years old.'

'Are you now? Mmm just the right age.'

'Right age for what?'

'For me to eat!' the creature laughed as Sam scrambled to his feet and started to run.

'Run, run as fast as you can.' It called after the little boy, 'This is my realm and I can find you whenever I want to.'

'Leave me alone.' Sam cried out hiding behind a tree when a clawed hand grabbed his arm tightly, the sharp claws slicing through the fragile flesh.

'What's your name boy?'

'Sam you big creep.'

'Sam what?'

'Winchester and my Daddy is John Winchester the great Hunter.' Sam declared desperately trying to free himself from the grip.

Dean sat up, listened again this time he was sure of it, Sam's scream just as he was about to jump up John staggered wearily through the door, and stared down at his pale faced son. 'What is it Dean?'

'I was just going to check Sammy I heard him screaming.' Dean said 'probably just a nightmare.' He tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared into the room he shared with Sam.

'Dad!' Dean yelled in horror as he stood standing next to Sam's bed, John hurried in despite every bone in his body protesting with the movement, 'what is it?' He snapped when he looked down at his baby son.

'Sam?'

'What's happening to him Dad?' Dean asked shakily. Sam writhed in his bed his lithe body arching as an invisible assailant blood flowed from the claw marks on his arm.

'Sammy wake up.' John said as softly as he could shaking Sam's shoulders, when there was no response he tried again a little louder. Suddenly Sam jerked spasmodically and blood spurted from his mouth as he went limp in his father's arms.

'Dean go get my journal from my bag, now son.' John ordered Dean knowing that he would respond without question.

Dean ran out into the living room and gulping air frantically tried to stop a panic attack from exploding in him, Sam needed him to be strong. 'Got it Dad.' He puffed out running back into the small bedroom.

'Dean come and hold Sammy for me.'

'Sure Dad.' Dean obeyed without question knowing that Sam's life depended on their Dad working it out.

John scoured his own entries in his journal, he knew there was something in the book that would help them, and he just had to remember what it was. Dean cradled Sam in his arms, his arms wrapped protectively around Sam's shoulders.

As he moved Sam closer, he felt the young boy shift slightly, searching for comfort from his brother. 'Sammy?' Dean whispered tilting Sam's head back slightly he stared down at the thin and pale face, 'Sammy?' he tried again watching as sam moved closer following his voice. Looking up he saw his father staring curiously at them, 'Dad?'

'Try again Dean.' John prompted him moving closer to watch Sam's reaction. 'Now lay him down on the bed.' Dean did as he was asked without question and stared down at his distraught brother in shock.

'No Deanie where did you go?' Sam cried out pitifully and then he screamed curling in on himself as he screamed in pain. His little body convulsed on the bed as he expelled his stomach contents and more blood. 'Deanie where are you?' Sam whispered as he curled into a foetal position trying to protect himself as best as he could.

'Dad?' Dean looked at his father and picked up Sam without waiting for approval, instantly Sam calmed down and pressed himself against Dean's chest.

'Sammy can you hear me?' Dean asked not wanting to build up too much home.

'Where did you go Deanie?' Sam asked, 'I lost you.'

'It's alright little dude I'm here.'

'I'm scared Deanie.'

'Sammy I need you to tell me who is with you.'

'He, he's here Deanie, I don't like it here I wanna come home.'

'You can Sammy I just need you to tell me where you are and who has you?'

'Dunno he called it his realm ... umm his name is funny Morph...Morphee...Morpheeus?'

'Morpheus?'

'Yeah, no, no I don't wanna.'

'Sammy?'

'Deanie help me.' Sam's back arched and then slumped lifelessly against Dean.

'Dad?' Dean turned tear-filled eyes to their father, 'who is Morpheus?'

'Dream demon.' John spat out, 'he comes out every ten years and feeds off the nightmares of children, trapping them in his dream realm he terrorises them until their bodies give out and they die. Once he is sated he seems to disappear for another ten years.'

'What can we do Dad?' Dean asked.

Wednesday July 11th 2007

Pearson Children's Hospital

Pearson Nevada USA

'Dean?' Tobias Shepherd touched Dean's arm trying not to startle the young man, 'time to get you back into your own bed.'

'Sam?'

'He's resting comfortably.' Tobias smiled, 'I don't think that he is dreaming.'

'Morpheus is gathering strength which means he's probably hunting for more suitable children to lure into his realm.' Dean muttered as he sank gratefully back against his pillows, he didn't realise just how tired he was.

'Dean your blood pressure is still dangerously high,' Tobias said without preamble, 'I'm worried about the kids but for the moment you and Sam are my main concerns.'

'Doc I'm gonna be fine.'

'No Dean, you have to understand what I am telling you, your blood pressure is continuing to rise even though I have you on medication; you have to calm down and stay calm, what will you do if you have a stroke and Sam needs you?'

'I aint gonna have a stroke doc, it is just not going to happen.'

'Dean ... I can't make any simpler if you do not actively calm down, eat properly and take your meds you are heading towards a stroke. Sam is in trouble and he needs his big brother to be fit and healthy. Now I am going to order a higher dosage of the meds with a combined fluid component, the other thing is Dean ... even when I release you, you are going to have to look after your diet and limit your alcohol intake.'

'Dude you trying to kill me or what?' Dean grumbled.

'Do we understand each other?'

'Yes Doctor Shepherd, I can drink and eat what I want when I want.' Dean shot back, 'sorry Doc, I am taking this seriously I will behave myself.'

'Good, now do you have any ideas on how we can keep Sam safe from the dream realm until he can rest and heal?'

'Well now you ask, do you have any of that stuff that you knocked me out with?'

'Yeah I do actually, why?'

'Drug him ... look Doc I don't mean I want you to keep him permanently in a drugged stupor but ... give him enough for him to be safe from the bastard.'

'Drugging him is pretty drastic especially seeing how sick he has been.'

'It's either that or he gets sucked back in. Look Doc it kills me to tell you to drug Sammy, normally I would be fighting tooth and nail against it but Morpheus can't touch him if he is in an artificial sleep.'

'A medically induced coma?' Tobias mused, 'we could place Sam into a medically induced coma until his body heals.'

'I ah, I dunno Doc that's a drastic ...'

'I know but if it is true that this demon can't touch him while he is in a chemical-based sleep then ...'

A soft groan coming from the other bed, silenced the two men and they both turned their attention to the other side of the room. Sam moaned and screwed his face up and let out a small whimper pulling his knees up despite his injured ankle, 'no more.'

'Doc do it now or it's going to be too late.' Dean clutched at the doctor's hand urgently, 'please do it now.'

Tobias nodded his head in silence and then rushed away to get the necessary items, minutes later he returned quickly prepped the injection and then injected Sam directly into his upper arm deciding to bypass the drip and pushing it into his system instantly.

Both Dean and Tobias felt as though they were holding their breathes waiting to see if Sam calmed down or if it was too late.

Sam let out a soft muffle of breath and settled into a comfortable position, the pain still reflected across his face but he looked as though he was sleeping soundly and dreamless.

TBC