A sharp slap filled the room and Sam felt his head thrown to the side from the force of it. There was a loud, harsh noise that filled the room next, the sound of heavy things falling to the ground. He blinked and tried to clear his vision.

His pale brother was staring at him, breathing heavily and completely disheveled. "You back with me?" he asked, his voice rough and haggard.

Sam opened his mouth to say yes or to ask what had happened but nothing came out. Frowning he cleared his throat, feeling how heavy it was, as if it had been used for hours. "Happened?" he managed to rasp out.

Dean breathed out heavily in relief, his entire body slumping over slightly for a moment. "You were screaming. In your sleep." he told him gruffly. "I tried to wake you up but it wasn't working so…I slapped you."

That explained why his cheek felt like it was stinging. "Nightmares?" he asked, needing to clear his throat again and again to try to clear it.

"You tell me." Dean said, looking around the room. "Also your…other power kicked in too and well…"

Sam sat up and looked around as well, eyes widening when he saw the mess that was his room. It almost looked like everything he had had been thrown around the room.

"Me?" Sam asked, slowly getting out of his bed and looked around, avoiding the wall that still had Michaels burned wings on them. He had tried a lot of things but nothing seemed to clean them off so for the time being, he ignored it. "I…didn't want to."

"Well something got you in your sleep and made everything go crazy." Dean told him, standing to join him. "What the hell did you see?"

"I don't know." Sam said honestly, trying to think about it for a moment. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep, reading an article on his phone before he set it down and falling asleep. Even if he dreamed something he couldn't remember what it had been that he had dreamed.

"Well it must've been something big." Dean told him, looking around the room and starting to pick things up and setting them either upright or in a different place. Sam did the same, thankful that his room was bare enough that there wasn't that many things to put away. "Think that it was a vision?"

"I usually remembered those, even in the beginning." Sam said, as he scooped up the books on the ground and set them on the desk, pushing the desk to its place back against the wall.

Dean just stared at his brother, his jaw moving from side to side that Sam knew was him trying to hide how worried he was. He gave his brother a small smile.

"I'm fine Dean." Sam tried to assure him, tried to keep his voice steady as well but even he heard the small quiver in it.

"I somehow doubt that." Dean told him. "Sammy, talk to me. You sure you don't remember anything else that happened? Anything at all?"

Sam sighed and turned to look at his brother when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head. He let out a cry and fell to his knees, his hands coming to grip at his head.

There was a rush of white noise clouding over his vision and hearing, he couldn't hear a single damn thing. He couldn't feel the blood that was suddenly running down from his nose or Deans hands that were gripping at him, or Dean's voice calling out to him.

Until finally, mercifully, blackness surrounded him and he fell unconscious.

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