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Supernatural belongs to the WB. Takes place directly after "Scarecrow". Evansville, Kentucky is a real place, although I've made up the orphanage. Anything else you don't recognize is mine.

Two laters, Dean stretched his arms into the air. He moaned tiredly and then yawned. He had spent more time on the internet than he had ever had before. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the screen. He hadn't been able to find one thing on Streetland's. A moan caused Dean to turn around. On the bed, Sam groaned.

"Sammy?" the older Winchester asked.

"No," Sam moaned. He tensed, as if waiting for something. Aw, man. He's dreamin' about what happened to him, Dean realized. He hurried to the bed.

"Sammy," he said, kneeling beside the bed.

"No. No, please," the younger man begged. He began to thrash about.

"Sam---Sammy," his brother said, touching his arm. Sam lashed out with a fist, but Dean quickly intercepted the attack.

"Whoa. Easy, Tiger," he said as Sam jerked awake.

"Dean?" his brother asked.

"Bad dream?" Dean quered.

"Way to state the obvious," Sam declared.

"Wanna talk about it?" Dean offered. Sam shook his head.

"Unh-uh," he grunted.

"You sure?" Dean asked again. This resulted in the same answer.

"All right. Don't say I never offered," he told him. Sam just grunted. Then, "Did you find anything?"

"No," Dean replied. "They're like---totally clean," he continued. Sam let out a frustrated groan.

"Don't worry, Sammy. We'll get 'em," Dean promised. The younger man let out a shaky breath.

"Yeah? Yeah? We'll get 'em?" Sam asked, sounding very much like a little boy.

"Yeah, Sammy. We'll get 'em," Dean promised. He moved to the bed to sit by his brother. Then, he put an arm around his brother.