Sam followed at a little distance to Dean, for he did not be seen for the child. He saw him turn a corner to come into a motel parking.
It was the tipical winchester's motel: old, dirty, far to the city center, placed in the worst city zone,.. But, cheap and near to the road for if was necessary to exit of the city quickly.
Sam could imagine perfectly the inside of the motel's room. It would moldy and filthy, the same that the hundreds of motel rooms where Sam had stayed along his life.
But the Winchester's childhood had been in this way, and it don't get better neither into the dreams, so seen.
But the really important thing was that Dean and Sammy are going to get together already. Just in time, the dream's root effect would finish in whatever moment but nothing could go bad already. Dean had arrived together Sammy, safe and sound.

When Sam turned the corner he saw Dean layed on the ground. The shopping bags were fall near to him. A Lucky Charms cereal's box poking out of one of them, it showing a absurdly jolly elf.
Sam kneeled beside Dean and he examined him carefully. The kid not seem have any blow on his head nor other wound,... He not found signs of blood.
Perhaps the boy only had fainted, thought Sam. He remembered the dizziness that Dean had suffered before. It would not be so strange: The hunger, the fear and the beating that he had received,...
"Dean, Dean! Open your eyes." Sam requested to him, he giving him patting to his face. But Dean not reacted.
So Sam decided that the most important was to take him with Sammy, surely he will react soon. It is not difficult for Sam locate the motel room which John Winchester would have chosen.
Luckily, his father was a man of fixed rules: The room must be in the ground floor, with exit to the car park, as close to the motel gateway as be possible, and better with few windows and these must were closed. Only a few rooms of the motel had all these requirements.

So Sam picked up the bags with the purchases and he raised to Dean on his arms.
"Come, dude. I am going to carry you with your Sammy."
He went towards the rooms, transporting to his brother. Sam heard through some doors, for if he could heard something. Finally he decided by one room that it had all the requiriments and it had the windows and the shutters closed, too he could heard cartoons on the television.
He knocked the door and inmediatly, some little steps come near the door quickly.
"Dean, I'm boring to wait you and I am hungry." A little voice complained. "Password?"
Sam was surprised to hear his own voice in his infantile version, and he was speechless.
It is true, he recalled. Dean and he had accorded passwords to verify that they were really themselves. They made this, since that had known the shifters exist.
Dad and Dean had hunted one when he had eight or nine years old. He tried to remember some password, but he did not get any word to come his mind.

"Sammy, open de door! Your brother is sick and I bring him home. I am...a friend."
"What friend? We haven't friends. Why do not say me it him? And I am Sam, not Sammy."
"Dean is unconscious. I'm a friend of Dean. I promise you that I will not do anything bad and I just want to help you. Open the door, please!"
Sammy seemed to doubt at the other side of the door.
"If really you were his friend, Dean would have told you the password... Dean told me that I must not open anybody if I don't hear the password."
"But Dean was fainted before he could tell me the password. I swear it. If you will not open the door I cannot help your brother. Would you want that your older brother will be fine? It is true, isn't it Sammy?"

Sammy seemed to decide then, and he got open the latch.
A little Sam opened carefully but he leave the safety chain. He saw to his brother immobile in the arms of a stranger and he began to cry.
"What happened to Dean? Tell me that he is okay..." He sobbed.
"If you remove the chain, I can lay him on the couch and he will get better soon."
Sammy was quickly to remove the safety chain and, as soon as Sam left to Dean on the couch, he was with him, his little hands caressed the Dean's face.
"Dean, I'm Sammy. Wake up, please!"
Sam dipped in water a rag, and he tried to calm to the child.
"Only he is fainted. I'm going to wet his face to get awake him so."
Sam made this, but the boy continued without a react.
"He don't wake up. Dean, Dee,..." Sammy was in a flood of tears.
"Know you where the aid kit is?" Asked Sam.
"Yes, yes. I'll bring it here."

Castiel has to know it that happen there, and he asked for forgiveness to Dean, he put his fingers on his forehead to watch his dream. Dean was dreamed that himself slept deeply. This was not good, if they wanted that he will wake up. Any angel knows it.
So, he apologized now with Sam, and he touch his forehead to watch Sam's dream.
In his dream, Sam tries desperately to wake up to Dean, while a small version of Sam cries inconsolably near to them.
Castiel do not need a clock. He had internal conscious of the exact time. He known that Dean must to wake up already, or Sam will come out of his dream without he could get that the brothers will be together.

The angel was torn between he will drink the dream's root potion already, or he wait that Sam will wake up and so discuss with him the situation. While, he was observed the cat.
Meg had come from under the bed, as if the presence that before troubled and frightened her, it was gone. She had returned to the warmth of the bed. But something in Dean's back seemed to annoy her, and she played with her paw repeatedly there.
Cas separated fondly to Meg, and he ran his hand down the back of Dean. A very small ball could be felt in his spine. This tiny ball gave off evil power, the angel could notice it.
Castiel grabbed it carefully with two fingers, and slowly he pulled of the small ball.
A very long pin left out of the child's spine.
Cas sighed with relief.
"Thanks, Meg!"

Sam was desperate. He not know what else to do, he had tried all to wake up to him, but all had been useless.
The little himself was crying, he clunged to his brother. And Sam neither know that more he could say to comfort him.
Suddenly, Sammy noticed a hand stroking his hair. He raised his tearful face and he could see the green eyes of his brother looking sweetly to him.
"Dean! You are awake..."
"Yeah, Sammy! Calm down. You don't cry. It was nothing. Are you okey?"
"Yes, Dean...And, are you well?"
"Always I'm fine. I'm your big older brother, remember you?"
"Dean,...I was so scared."

Dean got up slowly and Sam, the eldest of them, went to help him.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked angrily. " If you have done something to Sammy, I will kill you."
"He has not done anything to me. He brought you here. You had fainted."
"Faint? Me?..." Dean was indignant. "Do you think that I'm a princess of the fairy stories that you like to read? I do not faint me."
"Yes, you fainted. Dean is a princess, he is a princeeeess,..." Sam crooned happy.
"Bitch"
"Jerk"
The two brothers smiled one to other, and Dean put his arm around the shoulders of Sammy.

" We are going to dinner, Sammy. And I have a surprise for you. I have the money for your damn excursion to Geekyland."
Sammy shouted and jumped joyfulled.
"Thanks, Dean! It is great! ... But this excursion is not to Geekyland, It is to the Museum of Natural Sciences. And there are a lot of dinosaurs, meteorites,..."
"I know, Sammy. You told it to me a thousand times."
Sam looked the scene and he get emotional, but he felt that going to wake up soon.
"Boys, I am going now!"
The children looked to him.
"You can stay to dinner with us. Dean, Is it right?"
"Thanks Sammy! But I really have to go."
"Well,...So, we see you around, Batman,...or Bruce."

Dean said goodbye to him. Sam opened the door to leave.
"The password was: I think I've seen a cute kitty. I chosed this password." Sammy pointed.
"A good password" Sam smiled. "Nice to meet you, Sammy! See you, Dean! Take care."
The children nodded, and Sam went out and close the door. He heard that they bolt the door behind him and the boys' voices that continued speaking.
"Why have you called him Batman?"
"He was named like Batman: Bruce Wayne." Dean laughed.

"That's a lie. He cannot be called so. Hey, Dean! I need a sketchbook. We are going to draw the dinosaurs."
"But if you will be getting scared to them, Sammy. You have scare of clowns."
"Clowns are creepy."
"No, they aren't."
"I tell you that yes."
And with the sound of the children's voices and a smile in his face, Sam woke up in his bed of the bunker.

To be continue.