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: Okay so here is the new chapter. Hope it's not to bad. I have been writing it during free classes at school. This week has been really hectic for me, I had a whole bunch of English SAC's (big assessment things)..But anyway hope you enjoy.

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


Sam Winchester's eyes shot open faster than a bullet left a gun. His head was spinning and felt like it was about to explode. His vision flashed before his short term memory in less than a second, "Oh god, Dean!" Sam shot up and ran out to the Impala to find his brother sitting quietly in the driver's seat picking dirt out from under his nails.

One look at Sam told Dean something was wrong. Sam was white as a ghost and his eyes were open with a frantic look in them. Dean opened the door and hoped out as fast as his sore ankle would let him and grabbed his brother's shoulders. All hints of anger left him and were replaced by worry, "Sam. Sammy what's wrong?" he demanded.

Sam's heart rate was still beating a mile a minute, "Dean," he paused, did he really want his brother to know what he had seen? Letting him know might be able to stop him from doing it in those exact circumstances, but if he didn't let Dean know then he would be able to stop it by getting them out of that room when they stopped there.

Sam knew what he had seen was a vision, but he didn't want to believe it. Dean would never do that. He was too strong, too stubborn and he wouldn't do that to Sam. Unless Sam was dead. Sam pondered this for a second. If Sam died, as strong as Dean is, would he be able to carry on? Sam knew his brother would never admit it but Sam was the only thing he had left. Realizing Dean was still waiting for an answer he decided to keep this vision to himself for now. At least until he knew more about it. He wasn't too sure if Dean would believe him even if he did tell him, "Nothing. Um, do you want to get going now?" Sam smiled half heartedly, trying to calm his heart and went and sat in the Impala.

"Sammy, did you have a vision? Because I've seen you have visions and you usually end up looking like this after. You would tell me if you had had one right?" Dean asked sitting back in his baby. He was almost certain Sam had had some sort of vision, and if Sam didn't want to tell him it couldn't be a good one.

Sam shook his head silently. It hurt him to lie to his brother, but hadn't his brother just done the same to him? Maybe he would tell Dean when Dean told him what he had been dreaming about. Sam heard his brother sigh then start the Impala.

Sam had many fond memories attached to that car. The smell of the leather interior, the roar of the engine, and the feel of the engine making the whole car vibrate underneath him could all bring on an onslaught of these memories. But with all things that can provoke good memories, chances have it that the same object can provoke bad memories as well.

The Impala had its good share of good memories with Sam, but also bad memories too. Most of which included his small family being hurt and being rushed to hospital. He cringed at the memory that floated into his head. He had been around sixteen and Dean had been twenty. They had been on a hunt with their father when it had happened.

Dean was a fantastic hunter, he had always been. It was something he just did well naturally. They had been trying to vanquish a nasty spirit that had attached itself to an old house. They had all been in different rooms looking for an inscribing that was to play a key part to sending the spirits ass back to hell, when Sam had heard his older brother scream. It had ripped right through him. He had found his brother in the kitchen pale as death, a large kitchen knife protruding from his left thigh. There had been blood everywhere. John had run into the room to see his eldest slump against the wall. They had been lucky, the knife had just nicked the perennial artery. Any deeper and Dean would have bled out in less than three minuets.

John had carried Dean out to the Impala and put him in the back with Sam. The last thing Dean had managed to say before he passed out was, "Don't let the blood hit the upholstery." Before he had passed out. Sam remembered laughing in spite of himself. Typical, his brother was bleeding to death and his only worry was the upholstery.

Sam remembered clutching his brother in one arm, and trying to keep pressure on his brother's wound while avoiding the knife that John had been to wary to remove. They had almost lost Dean before he was rushed into the emergency of the hospital.

When Dean came to he said that the last thing he could remember was 'that little bitch spirit' throwing half a dozen knifes at him. He had managed to dodge the others but was not fast enough to miss that particular one. When he had gotten out of the hospital Dean had searched his car for any trace of blood he could find. After that, to Sam's protest he had spent a few hours cleaning it.

Sam came back into himself. They were back on the highway. He hadn't even noticed but Dean had put his music back on and was singing at the top of his lungs, if that was what you would call it. Sam looked out the window and watched the trees go past in a blur. They were heading to woodland.

It was going to be easier to track this thing down in the woods where they could clearly make out tracks, broken twigs and footprints. If it was stalking the city it would have been harder.

The song ended and the tape went silent. Sam's ears were ringing slightly. He looked over at Dean who was rubbing his eyes. He had been doing that a lot lately. Ever since they had torched that haunted house and Dean had gotten smoke in his eyes.

"You want your eye drops?"

"Nah it's cool. We have about three more hours, you should try and catch some sleep."

Sam hadn't realized until Dean had opened his mouth but he was really tired. Having visions really did take it out of Sam. He nodded his head slightly and leant back more into the seat. Closing his eyes he drifted off into a much needed, peaceful sleep.


Dean turned down the music a little, he didn't want to ruin any pleasant sleep Sam might be able to receive before the hunt. He was really curious about what Sam had seen. Dean knew Sam had had a vision. Little Sammy had never been a very good liar and Dean could read his brother better than anyone. Sam would tell him when he was ready but that still wasn't going to stop Dean worrying.

Dean's eyes returned to the road ahead to see a car pulled to the side up ahead. It had it's bonnet up and hazard lights flashing. Dean being the good Samaritan, like normal, pulled the Impala up behind the broken down car. He shot a look over at his brothers sleeping form the got out of the car.

"You having car trouble?" he asked eyeing the couple who had gotten out of the car when he had pulled up. The guy looked like your classic geek and Dean couldn't help but suppress a little laugh to himself. He was wearing a white short sleeved shirt with pens protruding from the front breast pocket, black think rimmed glasses, and Dean felt a surge of pride when he realized he was taller. The girl on the other hand was stunning. She was the same height of Dean, had a great body with long slender legs that could have belonged to a model in that mini skirt. Long brown hair fell in ringlets down to her lower back and she had Angelina Jolie lips and dark brown eyes.

"Yeah, thanks that would be so great! The car just stopped working, I think it overheated of something. I was going to put water in it to try and cool it down but we don't have any." She said in a flirty voice.

"I can take a look at it if you want. I know a thing or two about cars myself. I keep that sexy thing," he gestured over his shoulder to the Impala, "running by myself." Dean finished smiling like a proud father.

"That would be so great thanks! We've been sitting here for like three hours. You don't get many passerby's on these roads do you." She noted and took the hand of the geek in hers.

Dean nodded and limped around to take a look under the hood. Why is it that all the ugly guys get the hot chicks! Not that Dean could complain, he'd had his fair share of hotties and could get almost any girl he wanted. He looked under to hood and fiddled around with a few things, checking oil and stuff. The girl was right, they did just need some water and probably an oil change. He limped back over to the Impala and grabbed the bottle of water from the back. He emptied half the bottle into the water tank thingy, and told the geek boy to start her up. The car started nicely. It was just a small Toyota corolla around an '89 model, nothing spectacular.

The girl squealed happily and clapped her hands, "Oh my god thank you so much- ah I didn't get your name."

"Dean."

"Thanks Dean. We really appreciate it." She giggled and hoped around to the passenger seat when the geek boy cleared his throat signaling it was time for them to leave.

"Yeah don't mention it. When you get into town you should maybe take it to a mechanic and get your oil changed."

They nodded and took off. Dean took a swig from the water, gargled and spat. His head was throbbing all of a sudden. He got back in the car. Sam was thankfully still asleep. Dean sighed. Damn his head hurt. He reached in the back for some aspirin and swallowed as small handful. He rubbed his eyes. Why hadn't Sam's eyes gotten stung like his? Just his luck and probably because he had been burning things for longer than Sam. He sat for a minuet trying to clear his head then skidded back onto the highway.


"Wake up sleeping beauty. We're there." Dean prodded Sam in the ribs lightly. Sam squeezed his eyes tighter obviously not wanting to wake up and mumbled something along the lines of 'Get lost'. Dean prodded Sam again and was met with a punch in the arm.

"Oh! Oh fine, you know what I'm going to just ditch your ass if you keep being such a little shit Sammy." Dean scolded pretending to be angry and hurt. Sam smirked lightly and opened his eyes. They were in a motel car park.

"You love me to much to ditch me Dean. You couldn't do it."

"I ditched your ass once before remember."

"Yeah and if I hadn't have come back you would have been scarecrow food."

"Hey, I had a plan. Just I was waiting for the right moment to use it."

"Yeah sure." Sam said jokingly. Dean smiled and got out of the car saying something about time to spare and cleaning weapons. Sam just sat for a little longer and watched his brother carry their bags into the hotel room. Sam hadn't had such a good sleep in awhile and was actually surprised he hadn't had a nightmare. Especially after his vision about Dean. Sam felt rejuvenated as he got out of the Impala and stretched.

When Sam entered the hotel room Dean was sitting at the table surrounded by weapons. To most people it would look like he was going to war. To Sam it just looked normal. Dean wasn't looking too good in Sam's opinion. Sam wondered when the last time his brother had had a good nights sleep. It hadn't been for awhile. Dean had dark bags under his eyes, which were bloodshot, and his skin had taken on a pale color. Sam sat across the table from Dean, picked up a knife and started sharpening it.

Dean cleaned his favourite shotgun. It had been given to him as a birthday present from his father when he was sixteen. Man he wanted to sleep. Cleaning weapons was one of the most relaxing things Dean did. He didn't have to think while doing it and it had become something he did when he was stressed. Some people did yoga, Dean Winchester cleaned his weapons.

The boys sat in a comfortable silence cleaning weapons, checking maps and going over information.

"Hey whoever kills this thing buys the first round." Dean smiled. He had decided while driving that after they disposed of this evil son of a bitch's ass that they should go and get drunk. They hadn't done that in awhile.

Sam looked up from his laptop and smirked, "Dean I don't think you can afford to buy me the first round." He joked.

Dean raised his eyebrows, "That's ok Sammy, because you'll be paying for the drinks. Besides we need some extra cash so I was thinking of going to the bar and hustling some pool. Boys night out." He grinned.

Sam smiled and nodded his head. Yeah he was up for that. He would probably end up losing the bet but he didn't mind. Dean had always been the shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy. That and he always liked to get in the first shot. But still a night out with Dean did sound fun. And maybe, just maybe if he got Dean drunk enough to let the walls down he could get him talking about what was going on.

Dean finished loading the guns with silver bullets and threw his jacket on. The sun was about to set and Dean wanted to have a quick look at the woods before it got dark. He threw the weapons into a duffle bag and walked to the front door, "OK Sammy boy lets get this thing over with and then get to a bar and have a drink." he limped out to his baby and threw his bag in the boot.

Sam walked out after him and locked their motel door before hoping in the seat next to his brother. Dean started the Impala and the boys took off.


Okay so there it is. It will be all action or whatever next chapter. So let me know what you think. Reviews, comments, criticism, let me know..Until next time sport fans! (hehe just always wanted to say that)..

Mishka xXx