I'm already at the end of this one... man did I ever enjoy writing this! I'm sorry it's really short but I'm currently working on a new story (plus the others that I got going on right now!) I hope you still enjoy!!

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Dean did not know where he was

Dean did not know where he was. All he knew was that he was lying on a bed. He didn't know whose it was or where he was but the bed had a familiar feeling, like he had been on this bed before.

He knew somehow that Phoebe and his dreams or whatever he should be calling them were done. He smirked at the thought of having a girl inside his head, remembering when Sammy was possessed by the same demon that had also possessed a girl named Meg Masters a while ago. He had laughed at his brother, vaguely having some sort of naughty thoughts along the process. But somehow, Phoebe hadn't been the same experience. She had told him that she only appeared as a girl. If that was the case what exactly was she? Dean believed in things he could see, but all that Phoebe was to him was a dream, so how could he believe in her?

A cell phone ring made him open his eyes and that's when he realized that he was back in his hotel room with the red walls. Who in the world thought about having red wallpapers inside a hotel room? He starred up at the ceiling mirror and saw all the surroundings of the room, and felt so grateful that there were actually two queen beds.

"Dean?" Yelled out a voice from where Dean remembered was the bathroom. "Are you going to answer that phone or not?"

A tall figure came out of the door and walked to the table where sat Dean's phone. Sam, who had his bag pack in his hands, trying to zip it up, tried to find the phone under all the empty chip bags and pizza box.

"Dude, I swear, if you don't start picking up your things…" Sam sighed as he found the phone and threw it at Dean who couldn't stop starring at his brother.

The phone landed on the bed right next to Dean who sat up slowly. "Sam? Is that you?"

Sam gave his brother a long worried look. "Are you on drugs or something? I think you should get that call, Dean. I don't think they're going to hang up."

Dean picked up the phone with his right hand and starred at it for a moment. He knew this is where everything happened and he didn't know how to feel. He wanted to have the chance to see Layla again, thought it might not be her on the other end. I needed to see Lisa and Ben alive, to know that they were alright and doing well. He needed to know that besides what he kept thinking it wasn't his fault his father had died. His father was obsessed and Dean knew more than anyone in the world what it felt like to be ready to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love. But he knew right now what he needed the most…

As Dean turned off his cell phone, he got up and walked to his little brother, and gave him a pat on his shoulders.

"Dean, why didn't you answer?"

"I'm sorry, Sam."

So unexpected from Dean, thought Sam who was getting more and more worried about his brother. "Dean, what is going on?"

Dean looked up at his brother and took a seat on his bed. "I just had the weirdest dream. But I'm not so sure if it's supposed to mean anything to anyone… well to me at least."

Sam sat down on his bed to Dean's right and listened.

"The thing is, I'm scared, Sam. I truly am. I wanted to hide it, to make demons and other freaking creatures believe that no matter what, I wouldn't be afraid of this. But I am. I'm scared of hell."

Sam was speechless. He didn't know what to answer. The fact that Dean was suddenly getting everything out of his system made him feel so much guilt inside of him. After all, Dean was in this situation because he had gotten killed, so everything was his fault. Sam had wanted to hear this for so long, and how, he wasn't sure he could handle it.

But Sam knew he had to reassure his brother. "It's alright, Dean. I'm here, and I'll do anything that I can to save you."

But what if you can't? Dean asked himself. He wanted to scream that question out loud but knew better and kept it inside instead. He saw in Sammy's eyes that his little brother was ready to do anything. He knew it too. After all, he was a Winchester…

Dean couldn't speak a word. Sam was trying with all his best to cheer his brother up somehow. It was heartbreaking seeing Dean so weak. Both knew that they were another's weaknesses, but they were also each other's strength as well.

"So, what now?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed at the question. The chick flick moment was gone and for once, feeling as reassured as he was, he was sad that it was over.

"We keep on going. Do some more research I guess. We have the Colt in hand, so we should be alright."

Sam nodded. "Alright, so should we be hitting the road then?"

Dean thought about it for a second and got up from his bed. He took all his things he had packed before he past out on the bed. Sam left for the car and Dean took a few seconds to look at the room for an instant.

Maybe she was just a dream, maybe she wasn't. Dean remembered Phoebe's soft face and smiled.

You'll always be in my head... thank you for that.

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And there you go! Sorry about the lenght, I know :( but I'm trying to work on making my stories longer so I'll see what I can do with that. Thank you so much for reading it means a lot to me!! All my love to you and remember to watch Supernatural Thursday nights!! (They should so hire me to make ads for them!! :D)

Lots-O-love!! :D