Author's Note: Again, thanks for reading and reviewing, I don't own Supernatural/Sammy/Dean, and here's my next chapter.

Dean stumbled to his feet and looked around.

He was in some kind of graveyard, but the gravestones were worn down and scarce. The ground had more dirt than grass, and the grass there was a pale green, a dieing green. But before Dean could look around more he smelt the deep, bitter, smell of smoke that he hated so much. Whirling around, he saw a circle of fire surrounding a tall figure.

Sammy.

Dean ran forward to the flames, trying to see through to Sam. For some reason, his brother didn't seem to notice the flames. There was something else in there. "Sam!" Dean screamed. There was no answer. Very tentatively, Dean touched a flame. Nothing. So Dean threw himself into the flames.

There were faces in the flames.

Jessica, Dean, Dad, Mom. They were only the four people--besides a few college friends--that he would die to save. And he could see their faces in the flames dieing. He saw the agony, their bodies fall, their breath stop, all of it. Sam didn't understand and didn't want to. He wanted to fall down and go to sleep, not see all of this.

Dean?

How was Dean in the flames, dead, but right next to him? "Dean!" Sam yelled. Dean scrambled to his feet and grabbed Sam's arm.

"The fire won't hurt you," he assured Sam. "Just jump!" Sam allowed Dean to lead him out of the flames, causing strange shiver to cover his entire body. Once the brothers were out, the fire died down until all that remained were four gravestones.

Dean approached them, eying them, particularly the one that read his own name.

"Dude," Dean said in disgust. "Your nightmares suck." He surveyed the area. "I'm guessing you didn't make any progress?"

"I guess not," Sam agreed. Than he froze. How did he know that this was even the 'real' Dean? Why would Dean even be here? There's no possible way this wasn't some fake Dean. Sam stepped away.

"What?" Dean asked, turning around to see Sam's expression. When Sam spoke next, his voice sounded paranoid and only half sane.

"You're not really Dean," Sam accused. "You're just . . . another nightmare." Dean looked taken back. Quickly, he explained what happened. Impossible . . . Sam found himself thinking.

Dean walked over to Sam and put his arms on Sam's shoulders. "Sam, I swear I'm really Dean. I'm really here." Sam didn't respond, but for whatever reason, he didn't pull away.

"How do I really know?" Sam whispered, finally pulling away. Dean seemed to be searching his mind for something, anything to help. And secretly, Sam wanted Dean to prove he was real because Sam wanted Dean here.

"You know because you know me. Dude. Why else would I save your ass back there? You want proof, here's your proof. I'm your older brother, and I'm never, ever, going to let anything happen to you." Sam paused and smiled. This was Dean.

"Dean," he breathed in a relieved voice.

"About time," Dean scoffed. He leaned back on a rotting tree and thought. "You know what you got to do. You gotta face whatever's in here. That's the first thing to do. Now tell me, what the hell is in here?"

"Everything. There's-there's Jessica; and Dad; and Mom; and you-"

"Me?" Dean asked in disbelief. Sam chose to ignore him.

"--and just ghosts and stuff in general."

"Ok then. Let's start with whatever's easiest," Dean decided. Now Sam really had to think. What could he face? Not Jessica. Not now, not ever. Mom? That couldn't be hard.

"Maybe, maybe uh Mom," Sam answered. Dean nodded.

"Ok, let's go find Mom."

"It doesn't work that way," Sam warned him. "It's more like, they find you. It's a nightmare. You can't control a nightmare."

"Speaking of controlling nightmares, what I want to know is does this thing control the nightmare, or just trap you here?" Dean asked to no one in particular.

"The second one," Sam replied instantly. "You just can't control them.

Dean checked his cell phone over. Looked okay. Sam and Dean had decided to split up--something Dean was against--and search the place. Both had cell phones, right now working, on them. "I don't like it," Dean had announced after Sam suggested it. But Sam said they didn't have much time, right? And the cells work, right? Even Deans "no frigen way" look wouldn't stop stubborn Sam once he decided to split up.

So, here Dean was.

"Sam." Dean whirled around to see a ghostly Jessica watching him. She walked over with the same supernatural speedhe had seen so often. "You destroyed me Sam. Slow. And painfully. And-" Dean wouldn't let her finish.

"Hey sweetheart, your boyfriends not here right now. Its Dean," he corrected her. Jessica froze for a minute. Suddenly she held a gun.

"Same difference," she hissed, and she pulled the trigger shooting Dean right in the heart.

Sam wasn't sure how he found it so fast, but he saw his old house in front of him.

"Hey Toto, I think we're in Kansas," he muttered to himself. Lawrence, Kansas. Home to world's worst memories and worst tragedies.

Slowly he opened the door and stepped inside. Somehow it looked familiar, he realized, as he climbed the stairs. And somehow, he knew that room right there was the room to his nursery.

Sam walked into thenursery and glanced around. There was his old cradle. He walked over, running his hand over the old cradle, and suddenly, he saw himself as a baby inside the cradle. What was wrong with his hand? It felt different. He looked outside. It was night. He looked in a mirror.

He was his father.

Sam-(John? No, he was still Sam, right?)-stared in confusion. This had never happened before. He looked back down at himself as a baby, and then a drop of blood fell on his hand.

Two drops of blood on his forehead made him open his eyes and face the horrible truth on the ceiling.

He looked up to see his mom on the ceiling. Her eyes seemed hollow as she drew in one breath.

"Marry!" John screamed. But the scream had come from Sam's mouth. She burst into flames. Suddenly, baby Sam was gone. Sam was Sam. It was day.

And Marry stood in the room.

Author's Note: Sorry if it was a little slow, I needed to get some information in. Please review, thanks. And in case you don't understand, Dean's in Sam's nightmare now.