Title: Nightmare

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

A/N: Hey guys! Chapter three is finally up! Sorry it took me so long to get it done, but I usually write things for this story in long hand when I'm at school. So yeah anyway, here it is and I hope you enjoy it. A HUGE thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, I keep writing this for you..

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


The Winchester brothers had been in the Impala for over two hours but most of the trip so far had been done in silence.

Dean stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes. His vision was beginning to get blurry but he wasn't going to ask Sam to drive. He looked over at his brother. Sam was half asleep, and from what Dean could tell, dreaming. He smiled at the small smile that played on his brother's lips and rubbed his eyes again. The blurry vision wasn't going away so Dean gently pulled the Impala to the side of the road trying not to wake Sam, and leaned over into the back seat where his bags were. He opened his bag and quietly searched through it looking for his eye drops. He hated using eye drops. He didn't like the feeling they made when the liquid fell into his unprotected eye. Dean blinked rapidly after the liquid hit his right eye, then he did the same to his left.

Sam murmured something in his sleep and shifted slightly, facing towards his passenger side window. Dean put the eye drops back in his back and sat down waiting for the blurriness to clear more before he went back to driving. After blinking again his eyesight returned to its norm and he got out of the car. He hadn't realized he needed to take a leek until then and so he stood on the side of the road and did his thing.

Dean hopped back into the car to find Sam awake.

"Hey there sleeping beauty. How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." Sam replied while stretching as much as possible in the confines of the car. He looked over at Dean, "You look like shit. Do you want me to drive for awhile?"

Dean shook his head, "The way you drive by the time we get there Hell will have frozen over." He joked turning the car on. Dean smiled listening to his baby roar. There were three things that he cared about most in the world, they were; Sam, his father and his precious Impala. He had had this car for ages and been alone with it so many nights and days that he regarded it like another half. Sam had gone to collage, his father had gone missing, but his Impala had always been there for him. He smiled and skidded the car back out onto the highway.


"Dean can you please turn that music down? Or put it on the radio? Or turn it off? Or something! It's giving me a headache!" Sam yelled over the of guitar solo of Angus Young. Dean merely shrugged his shoulders and mouthed 'I can't hear you'.

Sam shook his head and leaned back further into his seat. He looked at his watch. It was 4.57am and he still hadn't driven. Sam was surprised his brother was still awake. They had been driving for roughly 22 hours and had only stopped twice, once for lunch, the other for gas.

Even though he had been driving for hours and looked like shit, Dean was wired as he tapped the steering wheel with his thumb to the beat of ACDC. Sam had no idea how his older brother did it but he put it down to the caffeine and the music. Sam shook his head and smirked as his brother started singing out of tune.

Dean let out a yawn and hoped his brother didn't see it. He was tired as hell, even though driving didn't really require much movement, it was still hard work keeping your attention levels at their peek. Dean didn't want to admit it but he just didn't want to go back to sleep in case he had another nightmare. It sent chills down his spine every time he let his thoughts wander back to it. Sam dead. Him trying in vain to being him back. Then the gun, the cold metal of the gun against his temple. He shuddered and pressed down a little more on the gas pedal. The car responded quickly fastening its pace. He was well over the limit but at this time in the morning there wouldn't be too many cops around, and he just wanted to get there.

He yawned again and this time Sam did see it.

"Dean I really think I should take over driving. You look like shit. Or at least just pull over and try and get some sleep." Sam pleaded using his puppy dog eyes against his brother.

Dean looked away from his brother back to the road. His eyes were getting blurry again and he let out another yawn. As much as he hated to admit it Sam was right. He turned the music down a little and pulled to the side of the road. He had cut their trip down even further so what did it matter if he let Sam do his Nana driving for a little while.

Sam sighed in relief, got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side. Dean slid over into the passenger's seat and folded his arms across his chest. As Sam pulled back onto the highway it was like someone hit a switch in Dean's brain and he fell asleep instantly.


The waves crashed over Dean and he got hit in the face with a wall of hard salty sea water. He took in a deep breath to replace the one that had just been squeezed out of him. His eyes darted frantically above the water. Where was Sam? He was just here a second ago. Then Dean saw it, a small brown dot. He swam frantically towards it, arms thrashing and legs kicking as hard as they could. But no matter how hard he swan, each wave was pushing him further away from his brother. Sam's head disappeared from view then reappeared another few meters from Dean.

Dean could see his little brother's eyes under his bangs of dark hair. They were pleading with him. They seemed to scream: Save me Dean! You promised nothing bad would happen to me while you were there to protect me! Then Sam went under water. Dean took in a deep breath and dived down after his brother. He managed to get a hold on Sam's hand, but Sam just pulled him down with him into the cold, dark depths of the ocean.

His lungs screamed at him, begging for air and his eyes burned from the salt water but he clung onto Sam's hand for dear life. His heart raced and his body was thrown into a small seizure from the lack of air. His grasped waned. Only for a second but it was long enough for Sam to be pulled from his grasp. Long enough for him to see his baby brother's eyes scream at him for help and then go dead.

Dean tried to swim down after Sam but the pressure was making his head feel like it was going to explode. His ears popped painfully and he his body took control over his mind and swam back up to the surface. He burst back into the light and greedily took the deep breaths his lungs needed so badly.

"Sam! Sammy! Oh god, I'm so sorry! I tried, I really tried! Sammy!" was the last thing that came from Dean Winchester's lips before he swam back down into the dark abyss, breathing as he went, letting his lungs fill with the harsh water that drowned him.