A/N: Hey everyone! I terribly apologize yet again for the delay. I'm just terribly busy in schoolwork and stuff.

Anyway, for those who don't know, I'm NOT ready to end this series yet. It's been an amazing journey so far…and I don't want to let go.

I'm still taking requests if you have any and I'll add it to the ever-growing list! :) Thank you for all the support guys!

Prompt by saraTVD : "Sam saw Dean dying in a nightmare, but the issue is Dean's not in motel."

Great prompt! :D I couldn't wait to get to this! :D Dean is 16 and Sam is 12.

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Yet another state, yet another motel, yet another school. It had been almost 4 years since Sam had found out about the real world, the supernatural world. But even then nightmares plagued his nights. Even after all these years, Sam sometimes still woke up terrified, craving his brother's comfort.

But right now, Sam just wanted the last lesson of the day to get over. He'd barely gotten any sleep the night before and desperately craved a bed and pillow. He almost cheered in relief as the bell rang. He quickly jotted down his homework, stuffed his books in his bag and rushed out his classroom, eager to meet his brother.

He walked out of the school and rolled his eyes seeing Dean talking yet again with Candice, who was apparently the hottest girl in school. It amused Sam how easily girls liked his brother.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Dean said to Candice as Sam neared them. Candice left and Sam gave his brother a puzzled look.

Dean shook his head and said, "It's nothing." Their father was on a case a few hours from the town they were staying at and wouldn't be back for a week. Dean was lost in thought, pondering over this very issue as they trudged back towards their motel.

"Hey, it's obviously something. I can literally hear your brain thinking, Dean," Sam teased as he elbowed his brother to get his attention. He'd recognized the distracted expression on his brother's face.

Dean grinned and ruffled Sam's hair as he shook his head again. "No, dude. It's nothing."

"You're a terrible liar, you know that right?" Sam countered. Something was obviously on his brother's mind.

Dean snorted. "You're getting too smart for your age, Sammy. There's this…party at the beach a few minutes from here. And Candice asked me to come with her since all her friends were bringing dates too," Dean explained.

Sam widened his eyes in mock surprise. "You're going on a date? The Dean Winchester is going on a date?" Sam teased, smirking.

"Oh, you little…" Dean pulled his brother towards himself, holding him in a headlock till Sam was gasping with laughter.

Dean looked fondly at his little brother as Sam tried to stop laughing. Finally, after a minutes, Dean was unlocking the door to their motel room when Sam asked, "So, you going?"

Dean shrugged as they entered the motel room. Sam deposited his bag on the chair and flopped onto his bed, eyes drifting close as Dan answered, "I don't know. Dad would skin me alive if he found out I'd left you alone at night."

Sam sighed. "Dude, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm twelve. I can take care of myself for one night," he said, ending with a large yawn.

Dean frowned as he saw Sam yawn tiredly. It was then that he noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Dean sighed. After their last hunt a few weeks back, Sam's nightmares had gotten worse. Dean guessed that Sam must have had one last night too, even though he hadn't woken Dean up. This made Dean doubt his decision even more.

"You sure? I mean…the nightmares…" Dean hesitated, knowing Sam didn't like talking about it.

Sam tensed for a minute, worried. He didn't want to sound like a 5-year-old kid. He managed last night without waking Dean up, he could very well do it today. And anyways, Dean deserved a little normalcy. As much as Sam was grateful for Dean sacrificing his own fun for Sam, Sam always felt guilty when he couldn't do something in return for him. This was his chance.

"Yeah, man. I'm sure. And besides, Dad won't be back for a week. He won't find out," Sam said, drifting off.

"Okay, I'll think about it," Dean said, unsure. The party started at seven p.m. He'd leave the party early, make it back by nine or ten p.m. as he was sure the party would go on past midnight. There's no way he'd leave his brother alone for that long.

x-x-x

Sam felt refreshed after a small nap, thankful that the nightmares had stayed away for once. He now sat at the small table in their motel room doing his homework while Dean was sprucing himself up for the party. He'd decided to go at last, but promised that'd he'd be back before Sam had slept. Even though Dean hadn't said it directly, Sam was grateful as he knew Dean understood how he was feeling.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Candice called," Dean said as he exited the bathroom. "How do I look?" he asked hesitantly.

Sam smiled as he looked up from his homework. Even with the small amount of clothes they had, Dean had managed to pair them up pretty great. He was wearing faded navy jeans, a plain white v neck and the black leather jacket his father had bought for him on his sixteenth birthday. "Dashing," he replied, knowing it would make Dean even more uncomfortable.

Dean felt flustered and yet happy inside hearing the compliment. "Yeah well, I look dashing either way, princess. I'll see you later, alright?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Dean."

Dean looked seriously at Sam. "I promise, okay? I'll be back before you've slept. Call me if you need anything."

"Dude, I'll be fine. Have fun," Sam said as he turned his attention back to his homework.

Dean nodded and was about to close the door behind him when he heard Sam sing, "Dean and Candice sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Sam couldn't help but laugh when Dean ran back in through the door and tried to wrestle him to the ground. A few minutes later, Dean had stalked out the door, blushing red and Sam lay on the floor wheezing as he clutched at the stitch in his side that had formed from laughing too much.

Sam sighed as the laughter subsided and he got to his feet to resume his homework. He was happy. Dean was going to have some fun and that was all that mattered to him.

x-x-x

"Dean!?" Sam called out as he neared the beach. He had to find his brother. Dean was in danger, he had to find him.

"DEAN!" he yelled out. His heart stuttered as he heard his brother cry out. He broke into a run in the direction of the cry and felt his heart leap into his throat as he rounded a corner that lead to the beach. He saw his brother lying motionless on the pavement, while a group of boys stood horrified a few feet from Dean.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Sam bellowed as he ran towards Dean.

The boys looked at each other and then fled, leaving the brothers.

Sam hurried over to his big brother, tears in his eyes. Fear rose up into him as he saw the large wound on his brother's torso. He'd been stabbed. Sam immediately put his hands over his brother's wound, trying to stem the flow of blood that was gushing in copious amounts.

"Dean, please…please wake up," Sam pleaded, tears freely running down his face. "Please…don't leave me!"

"HELP! Somebody help!" he yelled, hoping someone at the beach would hear.

Sam's breath hitched. Pulse. He had to check for a pulse. He left one hand over the wound while his other went to the side of Dean's neck.

Shock coursed through him as he found none. Had his brother already lost too much blood? Had the boys pierced a vital organ when they'd stabbed him?

"No, no, no, no..." Sam muttered. This was not happening.

Dean had no pulse. Sam checked his wrist and then his neck again. He couldn't feel anything. And there was an alarming pool of blood beneath his brother.

Sam stared at his bloody hands. Blood...Dean's blood. No. No.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled as he sat up straight in bed. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and was shaking terribly. He looked around him and realized that he was in the motel. He immediately checked the bed next to him, panic rising in him for a second to find it empty when he remembered. Party. Dean was at a party.

But then again, the uneasiness crept up on him. Hadn't Dean told him that he'd be back before Sam went to sleep. Sam had dosed off as he'd laid in bed, waiting for his brother to get back. Sam glanced at the clock on their bedside table and terror rose into him again. It was 11 p.m.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Screw it," Sam muttered as he got out of bed. He couldn't let anything happen to Dean. He donned his shoes and rushed out the door, not even bothering to take his jacket.

x-x-x

If Dean had thought that the party was going to be fun, he'd been mistaken. The only highlight had been the make-up session with him and Candice behind some rocks. He sat on a broken log, bored out of his mind while Candice was dancing to the music that was blaring rather loudly as a band played nearby.

Dean sighed. People were drunk, even though they all knew that it was illegal to be drinking at their age. Dean had politely refused. He didn't need to end up getting drunk and forgetting that Sam –

Wait. Sam.

Dean glanced at his watch and cursed realizing that it had stopped at half past eight. He got up and walked around to the small food stand set up.

"Hey, what's the time?" Dean asked the guy behind the counter.

The guy looked at his watch and replied, "Its ten minutes past eleven, man."

"Crap," Dean muttered. He'd stayed out way too late. He felt so bad for doing this. He just hoped Sam wouldn't wake up from yet another nightmare while he was out. He hurried over to Candice. "Hey, I'm heading back," he said.

Candice frowned as she stopped dancing and pulled him aside. "Come on, Dean. Don't leave yet. The party's just starting," she said, trying to convince him to stay.

"I'm sorry. I got to go, sweetheart. My brother is home alone. I need to be there," Dean explained.

Candice scoffed. "Your brother can take care of himself, Dean. He's not a baby. Besides, why should you spoil your own fun for him? He's just a nerdy little kid anyway."

Dean's blood boiled hearing the girl talk about his brother like that. He decided he didn't like her very much now. "You know, he's better than you. I'm leaving. I didn't come to ask your permission," Dean stated, lips forming a thin line.

Candice looked taken aback. "Fine," she said sternly. "We are through," she said, stalking back to the make-shift dance floor already targeting another guy.

Dean shook his head. Some girls were seriously weird. Worry crept up in him and he hurried towards the direction of the motel. He felt guilty for being out so long. He'd promised. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. He'd make it up to Sam.

He looked up as he heard someone call out his name. He frowned, concerned, and then broke into a sprint as he realized it was his brother. What the hell had happened? He ran as fast as he could and rounded the corner that led to their motel.

He saw Sam surrounded by a group of boys. The same boys that harassed him in school. Dean felt anger course through him as one of the boys pushed his brother to the ground.

"HEY!" he bellowed as he stomped towards them. "Get away from my brother," he warned.

One of the boys sneered as Dean approached. "What are you going to do if we don't?" he challenged.

Dean didn't wait a second as he stalked up to the guy and punched him straight in the jaw, sending him sprawling towards the ground. He hurriedly got to his feet, rubbing his jaw in shock.

"Anyone else wants to mess with me?" he asked, eyes livid. The two other boys there shook their head in fear and ran the opposite way with the injured stumbling behind them.

He watched them go and then turned his attention towards Sam who was clutching his elbow.

"Let me see," Dean said, gently. Sam felt ashamed as a whimper left him when Dean touched the bruised area. "You'll be okay," Dean said, smiling up at Sam.

Sam couldn't stop the flood of tears as he pulled his brother into a hug. He clutched to Dean as he sobbed. Dean was alive. He was okay. It was just a nightmare.

Dean felt alarmed as Sam held onto him as though he was his only lifeline. "Sam? What's wrong?" he asked.

"You...dead..." Sam hiccupped.

"What?!" Dean exclaimed. He slowly pried Sam's hands from around him and looked him in the face. He kept a hand on the back of Sam's neck, knowing it would calm his brother down. "Tell me everything," he said.

Sam stuttered and hiccupped his way through his nightmare. Dean couldn't help but be stunned. He felt worse than ever knowing how Sam would have felt after having a nightmare like that and find the bed next to him empty.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I never should've gone. I promise, this won't happen again," Dean said as he pulled Sam into a hug. It was then that he realized that Sam wasn't even wearing his jacket and was now shivering against him.

"Come on; let's get you back to the motel."

x-x-x

Dean chuckled as Sam pushed past him and hurried towards the bathroom as soon as Dean unlocked their motel room door the next afternoon as they came back from school. Sam had never once left his hold on Dean's jacket as Dean had sat through the whole night next to him while Sam slept with his head on his brother's chest.

Dean would make it up to his brother somehow.

He turned on the small television in the room, the news channel popping up. Dean went to change the channel when the thing the reporter was saying made him stop.

"Yesterday at around eleven fifteen p.m. a high school kid was stabbed to death in what appears to be a mugging. The culprits were caught and said in their confession that they'd never meant to kill the boy, only rob him. Further reports as such have not yet been released to the press – "

Dean's eyes widened in shock as he turned off the T.V. before Sam came out of the bathroom. He sat down on his bed, legs suddenly going weak. Maybe this was just a coincidence. It had to be. He laughed at himself for even thinking that Sam could see the future. That was ridiculous.

They were two ordinary people with a cursed family. That's all.

This was just a coincidence...a coincidence that Dean would never tell Sam about.

END.