Authors note: I told myself not to post this chapter, but I was so happy with it that I wrote it anyway and now I'm posting it. I don't own Sam, Dean, or Supernatural. Please R&R.

There was a ringing in Dean's ears.

He opened his eyes and instantly saw the phone ringing its freaking' head off. With a groan Dean snatched the hotel phone off its cradle and pressed it to his ear.

"What?" he asked. There was a pause on the other line.

"Uh, this is your morning wake up call. You set one up, its 8:30. "Good morning!" the voice said in an annoyingly peppy voice

"Yeah, whatever," Dean replied, slamming the phone down. He crawled out of bed and stared at Sam's sleeping form in disbelief. Sam had stayed sleeping long enough for the wake up call to be used?

With a half shrug, Dean lumbered over to the bathroom and turned the shower on with the water burning hot.

When he came off, his hair damp, Sam was still sleeping. But he slept more restlessly now, turning over every once in a while and breathing deeply. As Dean walked by Sam's bed, he yelled, "Rise and shine Sammy!"

There was no answer.

Dean peered at Sam for a moment, than repeated it a little louder. Sam continued to toss and turn, blankets flying about. Dean walked over and put a green t-shirt over his bare chest. Than Dean picked up a pillow and tossed it. It landed on Sam's head.

"Wake up!" Dean shouted. "Fine. Whatever, Sammy." Dean grabbed one of the hotel keys and went to get breakfast.

After flirting with the cute server, he came up with two plates piled with pancakes and bacon. He plopped the plates down on a wooden desk, and took two Coke's out. It had been an hour, and still Sam slept.

But Sam was different. He was wildly thrashing about the bed, the covers in a tumbled heap on the floor. Smiling to himself, Dean filled a glass with icy water and poured it on Sam's head. Sam coughed and sputtered, his hair sticking to his forehead, but Sam still slept.

Dean felt a chill go down his spine as wind poured into the room. He closed the window and walked over to Sam. He hit Sam several times, yelled, and threw pillows-anything he could think of to wake Sam. Finally, he felt Sam's pulse. Rapid, but nothing horrible. He consulted Dad's journal, flipping through the pages. Was this supernatural? Or some weird, coma like illness?

Than Dean came upon the following words

Dream spirits & demons:

Call Kevin Hucksin

789-283-869

Kevin Hucksin, as in Josie's dad? Dean picked up the phone and quickly dialed . . .

7…8…9

What was wrong with Sam?

2...8...3...

Did this have to do with all the nightmares Sam was having?

8…6...9…

Would this even help?

On the third ring, the phone was picked up by a woman with a hoarse voice. "I need to speak with Dr. Hucksin. Just tell him its-its Dean Winchester," Dean told the woman.

"Please hold," she answered with a cough. A moment later, Kevin energetically greeted him. Dean waited patiently as Kevin exclaimed how he heard from his wife that Dean was in town, and what could they do for Dean?

"Actually, I need your help," Dean interrupted. He quickly explained the situation, and when he was done, there was an eerie silence on the other end.

"I see," Kevin slowly replied. "Where'd you say you were staying? I'll be over in a few minutes." And sure enough, a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Dean opened it and Kevin stepped in.

Kevin looked very different. When they had last met, the man had had dark brown hair covering his thin face. He had worn glasses over very warm eyes. With a lean body, Kevin had been handsome in a fatherly kind of way. Now, several years later, Kevin's hair had parted in the middle for a small bald spot to appear. The thin face and lean body had faded away to a slightly heavier body. All in all, Kevin was Kevin and Dean was glad to see the fatherly figure.

He was also carrying a brown duffle bag, which turned out to be full of books. Some books were thin, some worn, some thick with large words. The books were something Sam would have taken interest in. Sam could find the information in those books in seconds.

Suddenly Dean was overcome with sadness and fear. Sam was only a few steps away, yet he was as far as could be. What was that line? So close, yet so far. What had Sam done to deserve all this? What had Sam done to make this misery follow him?

Kevin sat down on Dean's bed and began to look through the bag of books. "A few years back, I came across a particularly difficult patient. I was looking through all sorts of books, and eventually came upon this dream myth book. Now, it turned out that the myth book didn't help at all, but I flipped-aha!" Kevin took out a book. It was worn but underused, its brown cover had faded words and the spine was falling apart.

Kevin was now thumbing through the pages. "I came across this spirit that sticks in my mind because it was so interesting. If I can just find it. I think it could have to do with Sam," he explained. There was another silence, and then Kevin cried "Aha!" once more. With a clear of his throat, the doctor read aloud, "One of the most interesting dream demons would have to be the one I shall describe to you; until now it has remained nameless, but for the sake of the reader I shall call it a Catcher. The Catcher has no shape, and if you saw one, there's no real way to tell what it is. That's because a Catcher is fluid in shape and color, changing as it pleases. Most often it takes the shape of wind, and you can't exactly capture the wind. The Catcher is attracted to people who have particularly bad and frequent nightmares. It traps the person's mind in one of there nightmares, and while their body lay useless, the Catcher will feed off its life. When the person dies, the person's mind is permanently trapped in the nightmare for eternity."

Dean stared speechless at Kevin, who looked a bit flustered himself.

"It goes on to describe how to communicate with a person alive but trapped--place two fingers on your heart, than on your forehead, than on the person's forehead. Than you talk in a strong, steady voice and hope you'll hear their voice in answer-" Kevin began.

"Just tell me what I have to do to save Sam," Dean insisted. Kevin read ahead quickly, his eyes scanning the wrinkled pages.

"It's actually quite interesting," Kevin finally responded. "The victim has to face not only the 'Catcher' but the fea-" At this point, there a low hiss of wind. Than something black rose out of Sam. It constantly changed shape, fluid as water yet as deadly as poison. It hovered in the air for a second, than flung itself at Kevin.

Kevin's eyes glazed over and his body tensed. He fell to the ground as the myth book disappeared into black flames.

He fell and did not move.

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