Secrets and Lies, Stay,a Beginning

In a dirty, little motel room, Sam and Dean were winding down from a job. Sam was lying on one of the beds and Dean was sitting at the table looking through the paper.

"I am going out," Dean said in an offhanded way, more to himself than to Sam, got out of the chair and headed for the door. He glanced towards the beds and thought Sam was drifting off to sleep, but before he could reach the door Sam was standing in front of him.

"Dude, I thought you were asleep," he said, taken aback by the suddeness of his brother's movements. "Get out of my way," trying to push Sam out from in front of him.

"You're staying here," Sam ground out in a deep throated rumble, grabbing Dean's shoulders.

"Whatever," Dean shrugged off the hands and tried to sidestep his brother. He was surprized when Sam slammed him up against the wall.

"You are staying here!" he ordered. There was a flash in his eyes and a dark look on his face that Dean did not recognize.

"What the hell has gotten into you? Back off," Dean demaned and pushed Sam off of him. Sam attacked his older brother with a force that knocked him off balance. They fought for seveal minutes, Dean having to resort to real fighting because Sam appeared to be out for blood. He seemed stronger and more passionate about trying to beat the crap out of his older brother. Dean had finally gotten the upper hand and punched Sam out.

"What the fuck?" He stood there staring at his younger brother, wondering what happened. He could not leave Sam on the floor, 'that's just gross,' so he took ten minutes wrangling his lanky brother onto one of the beds. He also took the time to wipe off the blood trickling from Sam's nose, making sure the bleeding had stopped. "Sorry Sam."

As an afterthought, he got out his EMF meter to check Sam. Nothing was out of the ordianry in the readings, he did a sweep of the room and nothing showed abnormal. "You got some explaining to do," with that he sat down on the other bed and flipped on the TV. He could not go out now, not when he did not know what was going on with Sam. Concern had taken over where the anger had been as he looked at his younger brother. "What is happening to you?"

The next morning they were packing up to head out. From time to time Sam would touch his nose and frown, but did not say anything. When all had been put into the car, Dean finally questioned his younger brother.

"Dude, what the hell got into you last night?" he demanded turning to face Sam standing by the passenger door of the Impala. Dean stood at the back of the car where he had just closed the boot.

"Last night? What about it? " answered Sam, looking confused, "From what I remember, I slept, you are always badgering me to get more sleep." He looked down at his older brother who had walked up to him. He could see anger and frustation in his brother's eyes. "Dean, what did I do?" there was a hint of fear in his voice.

"I thought you were falling asleep but when I got up to leave you freaked," explained Dean. 'he doesn't have a clue' he thought as he looked into his brother's eyes for any trace of comprehension and found none.

"You left? I what? Dean, what's going on? The last thing I remember was you complaining there was nothing on TV," Sam looked scared and could not keep the panic from rising. The psychic dream stuff he had was weird enough, now add sleepwalking, or make that fighting. "Is that why my nose is sore?"

"I didn't leave, but yeah, sorry about that, I had to knock you out to stop you. You got brutal, man." Dean apologized. "Look Sam, do you remember anything else from last night?"

"No, other than the sheets stank and the ceiling cracks made the letter H," Sam answered uncertainly. 'why can't i remember anything? especially fighting with Dean and getting my nose busted.' He wracked his brain for any tidbit of a memory and found nothing. "Oh wait, I didn't dream."

With a surpized look, Dean walked around the car and opened the door. "Well, that's something, I think." They both got into the car and his older brother said, "We will just have to keep watch, Sam, to see what other stuff you do. Maybe we can pinpoint what caused this to happen."

"Yeah, Dean, same way we found out why I started having freak dreams that come true," frustration had taken the place of panic and fear. "How are we going to do that? And what if the next time you don't knock me out, what if I hurt you or worse? What then?" He felt like he was loosing control.

"Dude, I don't know. We don't even know if there is going to be a next time. All I can say now is that I'll watch and you'll try to remember, then we can get to the bottom of this thing," reassuring his younger brother, though he could not keep the thoughts of what had happened at that asylum out of his head. 'but he didn't try to kill me and he did not have a nose bleed unitl I hit him.' This has to be something different.

"I'll just treat it like sleepwalking and wake you up before you freak again. Nothing bad will happen," flashing his brother a grin he hoped was encouraging.

Sam looked at Dean with hopeful eyes and nodded. Dean smiled again, they got in the car, he put in ACDC, cranked it, and they headed out of town to the next job.