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Author's note: So, here's chapter 4! Again, can't say much about it. It'll probably leave you with a few questions hence, the name, questions. But the next chapter is called secrets revealed so, it may answer some of them for you. Let's hope, eh?

Questions

Dean walked up to the front door and knocked loudly.

"Yes, yes, what is it...Dean!" Missouri cried, wrapping her arms around him. She quickly pulled away, remembering Dean's not big on that sort of thing. "I'm happy to see you! Where's Sam?"

"That's why I'm here." Dean said, walking in at Missouri's gesture.

"What happend exactly?" asked Missouri, handing Dean a can of drink.

"I already told you. We were in the house and we were running down the hall, trying to ditch a spirit. We didn't have the right ammo for it so we were going to go back to the motel, gear up and head back. It finally gave us a break but Sam started to get a vision and he passed out." Dean explained for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I don't need you to help me with that. I need you to explain what my dream meant."

"I'm not sure if I can. I'd have to see the dream for myself. Even if you showed me the house you were in, I could at least try to contact the spirit and see why it was attacking you." Missouri replied.

"I'm not bringing you to that house." Dean replied instantly. He wanted to save Sam but not if it meant getting someone else hurt in the process.. He didn't want their blood on his hands.

"O.k. That makes it a little difficult. I need something." Missouri replied, studying Dean's face. He didn't look like his normal self. She didn't have to tell him to behave since he'd gotten there which was kind of odd. "Are you o.k Dean? You look...tired." She had to choose her words carefully. Dean was already testy without her telling him he looked like crap.

Dean rolled his eyes. Everyone has been asking him that. The nurse, the doctor, his father and now Missouri.

"I'm fine." Dean replied coldly. He knew she meant well he just couldn't handle that right now.

Missouri didn't believe him but she went along with it anyways.

They must have been in that room for 45 minutes, tops. Dean was starting to get a little impatient, just lying on the bed with Missouri standing over him. He wondered if she had fallen asleep standing up. They were waiting for her to pick up something. She kept telling Dean to concentrate. He was starting to think that he was going to have to find another way to figure out his dream when, finally, she got something. She told Dean to stay very still or else she'd loose it. She started saying something in Latin and she put her hand closer to Dean's head. Dean started to feel kind of lightheaded. He slowly started to drift off when his father burst through the room.

"Don't!" He cried, running over to Dean who was only half conscious. He grabbed Dean by the shoulders and hauled him into a sitting position.

Missouri jumped at the unexpected visitor.

"What is the matter with you John? I almost had something."

"I'm not going to let you do this to Dean! Don't you remember the last time, what happend!" John cried, shaking Dean to try to get him to wake up. It was a lost cause. He was already gone off to dream land...

Dean found himself, yet again, in a hallway. This one was different though. This one had people. It was the hospital hallway. He would never forget the hospital hallway. It was burned into his brain where there were dead people and old people and people in comas...

Someone banged into him and almost knocked him over. It was Sam's doctor. Him and a bunch of nurses were headed towards Sam's room! A pang of fear suddenly appeared in the pit of Dean's stomach. He ran as fast as he could to get to Sam's room. He wasn't going to let Sam die! He burst into the room to find all the doctors and nurses crowded around Sam's bed.

"CLEAR." Someone cried as he heard the jolt. He shuddered. This couldn't be happening! He couldn't let this happen!

Someone put a hand on Dean's shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin. He turned around.

"Sam!" Dean cried. "But..."

Dean looked over to where the doctors and nurses were rushing. They had all stopped.

"Time of death, 3:02." said the doctor.

Dean turned to look at Sam.

"You're...dead! No! Sammy, get back in your body right now." Dean said as he pointed to where Sam's soulless body lay.

Sam just had to laugh at this.

"I'm sorry Dean. I can't. That's it. I'm dead." Sam replied with a sad smile.

"No! That's not it! It's not too late! Go, hurry! It could be a medical mystery!" Dean pleaded. Tears started to spring to his eyes. He tried to hide it but there was no use. He didn't care anymore. "Please Sammy."

"I'm sorry Dean. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." Sam said as tears started filling his eyes as well.

"What? Are you apologising for dying??" Dean asked, angry that Sam was feeling this way. He couldn't believe it.

"I failed you. I'm so sorry." Sam said, tears falling down his cheeks.

"No. Don't apologise." Dean said, getting angrier by the minute. Dean reached out to him.

"Get away from me!" Sam cried, jumping back.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked, now confused.

"I hate you! You killed me Dean!" Sam replied with disgust in his voice. "I'll kill you for this!"

"What?!" Dean was really confused now. Sam was having some major mood swings.

Sam pulled out a switchblade from his back pocket and turned the blade towards Dean. Dean stared, unable to move, unable to speak. Was this another dream? Was he going to wake up before Sam killed him? Why did Sam want to kill him? He was so confused it hurt. Then...he heard someone calling his name. It wasn't Sam. Sam was staring at him. Probably trying to find the slowest way to kill someone with a blunt knife.

"Dean! Dean! Wake up!" He heard the voice calling to him.

"Dad?" He was really confused now. Maybe he was dreaming after all.

"DEAN!"

"Dean!" John cried. "He's waking. Dean?"

Dean opened his eyes and stared at Missouri and John.

"What the...?" Dean asked, he was now officially beyond confused.

"You alright? You've been out for ten minutes! You were having some wicked nightmare!" John said, trying to hide the panick in his voice.

Dean heaved a sigh of relief. It was a dream after all. Sam didn't want to kill him. Or did he? Was he trying to tell him that he wanted to kill him? Panick was starting to rise again.

"Are you feeling o.k?" Missouri asked.

Dean nodded and noticed the gigantic monster of a headache. He winced.

" I didn't get to see anything because your father interrupted me. Just when I was getting something too." Missouri shook her head. "It would've been fine, John. It wouldn't have been like last time."

"So you're alright?" John asked, ignoring Missouri.

Dean nodded again.

"Good because now I'm going to kill you!" John cried.

Author's note: So there was the fourth chapter. I hope you liked it! Something fishing going on with John though, hey? Please review and tell me what you think!

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