Title: Nightmare

Summary: Dean is having nightmares about Sam. Is he sharing some of Sam's gift or his he being attacked by something out of his control..

A/N: Ok I know that this is a short chapter, but I'm currently just trying to get my bearings on this story. Something I forgot to mention, in Australia we are only just saw episode Route 666, so if I am writing about anything that might happen later in the season, then I didn't know about it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean or the Supernatural story but if I did..

Dean felt the water running down his face. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and let the water try and cleanse him.

He was still shaken from his dream. It wasn't like him to have nightmares. He had, had a few when he was little after his Mom had died. They were never like this though. He could only remember one. It had been a reoccurring dream and after it had stopped he had pushed it down deep inside him, trying to forget it.

His Mom had been on the roof over his bed, looking down at him screaming in agony. Dean had tried to run to get his Dad but his legs wouldn't move. He had no control over his body and his eyes had stayed focused on his mother. She had reached down and grabbed his arms. He had tried with all his strength to pull away but her grip was iron clad. Her hands had been burning through his skin to his bones. The pain, even though it had been in his head, had been excruciating. Mary had then pulled him up and wrapped him in a tight bare hug burning through him.

Dean shuddered as he remembered screaming for her to let him go but she had only held him out at arms length in front of her face and smiled at him. The smile was not his mothers though, it had been pure evil. Her eyes had turned black and she had let out a cruel laugh.

Dean remembered waking up similar as he had before. Shaking and drenched in sweat, but on the floor. Not to mention freaking out completely until his Dad had calmed him down.

He rinsed the soapy foam off his chest. Man that dream felt real! He wasn't going to let it get to him to much, not when they had a job to do. He needed to stay calm and focused. Unconsciously he began singing Black Sabbath.

Dean didn't know how long he had been in the shower but it wouldn't have been more than ten minuets. Turning off the water he hoped out of the shower, gently avoiding his sprained ankle and dried himself quickly. He threw on his jeans and old Metallica t-shirt.

He smiled at the few blood stains on it. There were four tiny drops near the bottom of it. Those little drops had been added to the collection of stains on his t-shirt when he had gotten into a fight with three guys, who were twice his size, over a game of pool he had been hustling. Those little drops were his blood. He had knocked two of the guys out quickly as they were all brawn, no brains. The other guy had proven more difficult to hurt.

Dean had just stood up from tripping with the momentum he had needed to use to get big thug number two down and when he had turned around to find big thug number three he had been met with a hard punch to the face. Dean's nose had been bleeding badly by the time he knocked big thug number three out with a round house kick to the head. From all the blood his nose had shed, only these four little drops had made it onto his t-shirt.

Dean's eyes looked to the left side of his T where there was a short cut, which had been stitched up with think black thread. He had received this by a pissed off Vampire with a knife. Always a bad combination. Dean had dusted that bitch good though. No one cuts up m favourite Metallica T and lives to talk about it. The blade had hit his skin too but luckily for him it looked worse than it actually was.

"Got that little bitch good I did." Dean muttered to himself. He averted his gaze from his T to the mirror he now stood in front of. His reflection gazed out at him looking tired and pale. His bright green eyes were bloodshot and there were dark patches under them. Great, me looking like shit, will only make Sammy worry about me and that's the last thing I need.

When Dean came out of the bathroom the beds were stripped and Sam was sitting at his laptop at the little table in the middle of their room.

Sam looked up at his brother. He looked tired. Dean limped over to his pile of clothes and began throwing them in his duffle bag not bothering to fold them as Sam had done.

Dean finished packing his bag and looked over at Sam staring at him.

"Something on your mind Sammy? Because I know this is going to be a routine hunt, but I still need you sharp. And before you ask me anything, I'm fine."

"I wasn't going to ask you that actually. I mean you look just peachy." Sam replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, okay, whatever. Anyway we should get going. You had breakfast or we gonna pick some up on the way?" Dean asked ignoring his brother's last comment, and threw his bag over his shoulder.

"Nah I'm not hungry." Sam closed his laptop, grabbed his bag which had been sitting next to the front door and lead the way out to the Impala.

Dean came out a minuet later and got in the drivers seat, put the keys in the ignition and pulled his baby out onto the highway.

Ok, so that was the second chapter. I know that nothing really happened in this chapter but I will hopefully be getting back into the flow for the next chapter. any comments and advice are always welcomed. Thanks for reading.

Mishka xxx