Millie was crying and she hadn't stopped for a long time.

Mary rubbed her shoulder against her face so that she didn't pull her hands away and rubbed at Millies back.

"C'mon baby, you need to talk to me, what's going on?" Mary asked, pulling Millie away enough to nudge at her face with the tip of her nose.

Millie whimpered and looked up at her, tears in her eyes. Mary reached up and tenderly wiped the tears away with her thumb.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked softly, moving the both of them so that she could lay back against her bed a bit more comfortably and let Millie rest on her chest.

Millie just whimpered once more and burrowed into her arms and chest, slowly starting to relax bit by bit and all but collapsing into her embrace.

"Was it a bad dream?" Mary asked, her hand still moving over Millies back.

Millie shook her head, curling in closer to her. "Bad." she mumbled. "Bad pow pow."

"Bad pow pow?" Mary repeated, trying to figure out what she meant. She looked up towards the door and felt her heart skip a beat. "Is something wrong with the boys?"

When Millie nodded she felt like she was about to throw up. She had barely finished saying "Sa." before Mary was out of the bed, hurrying down the hallway towards Sam's room.

Holding Millie close to her Mary hurried down, trying to keep herself from falling as her legs wobbled and shook. She pushed through that, running as best and as fast as she could.

The door was open and Mary skid into the room, eyes widening when she saw her boys.

Sam was on the ground, barely held up by Dean who was halfway to the ground as well. He looked up at her and for a moment Mary was taken aback at the vulnerable and young look that appeared on his face before he forced it to disappear.

"What happened?" Mary asked, coming into the room and placing Millie on Sams bed. She went to Sams side and reached out to stroke over his face.

"Don't know." Dean said, his voice low as he shifted his brother in his arms enough to pick him up, hoisting him. "God he's enormous."

Mary smiled despite herself and stepped back to give Dean the room to pick him up and carry him back into his bed. She moved Millie enough to give him space but once Sam was laying down on the bed Millie immediately half crawled and half tucked herself onto Sam's side, curling in closer to him.

Mary felt her chest lessen slightly as she stared at them for a moment before she turned towards Dean. "Tell me what happened."

"Sam had a nightmare, things were flying around in his room." Dean said, rubbing at his face. "I came over and woke him up. We spoke for like a minute and then all of a sudden he passed out."

Mary let out a small breath and looked at Sam on the bed, noting that Millie had fallen asleep again, all curled up against him.

"Millie was having a nightmare too." she said softly. "She told me that something was wrong with Sam."

"So its connected? Or maybe she's kinda an empath?" Dean suggested. "What the hell is going on mom?"

"I don't know." Mary said simply, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But I think its connected in some way, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

I do not own Supernatural.

228/365

I do take requests so if you have requests you can send them to me.