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..
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean or the Supernatural story but if I did..
A/N: Ok here's the next chapter. The plot is getting crazy, just deal with me. Enjoy because I'm going to bed yawns stupid photo day at school tomorrow damnit..
Dean Winchester moved with stealth. Sam followed quickly and quietly behind the older man. Even with Dean's ankle, Sam had trouble keeping up with him. When Dean moved, he moved fast.
Dean ran, half crouching. The ground was uneven and muddy but he was closing in on the beast. Dean's heartbeat thudded in his ears and could hear two pair of shoed hitting the ground hard. Branches scratched his face as he ran through a thick grove. Dean caught a glimpse of dark fur up ahead and picked up his pace. His favourite shotgun hung loosely in his right hand.
The woods grew extremely thick and the brothers had to slow their pace to avoid running into trees. Dean ran a few more meters then stumbled out into a dark clear patch. Ghostly looking trees swayed in a circle around the clear patch and he stopped abruptly. Sam almost slammed into his brother. Dean held up a hand to tell Sam to keep quiet.
Sam breathed heavily but his eyes darted around him. They had almost just caught up to the werewolf but now it had managed to lose them. And it had led them to a clear patch, not good. This thing was maybe smarter than they gave it credit for.
Dean's ankle felt fine with the adrenaline but he was certain that after this hunt was over chances were it was going to hurt like hell. He moved warily into the clearing. It was eerily quiet and the night sky was clear. Stars were shinning down on them like thousands of tiny eyes watching them. A cold gust of wind attacked the brothers and Dean silently shivered as it went through is jacket without mercy.
A sudden howl broken the unsettling silence and out of the corner of his eye Dean saw the werewolf approaching fast, "Sam!" he said grabbing a tighter hold on his shotgun and took aim. Dean stepped instinctively in front of Sam. He waited until the thing was two meters in front of him and took the shot. The werewolf leapt just as Dean shot and the bullet skimmed its shoulder. It howled with pain and landed on top of Dean, pushing him violently to the ground. Sam being just behind Dean caught most of the force of the fall and felt himself being winded, his gun went flying.
The werewolf dug its claws into Deans chest and thin lined of blood appeared. Using a rush of adrenaline Dean kneed it in the stomach and managed to push it off him. The beast rolled as it hit the floor. It wasn't down for long before it jumped back onto his feet.
Sam had recovered his breathing and was getting to his feet when he saw the beast lunge for him. He put his hands up to try and deflect the blow but the next thing he knew Dean tackled the werewolf from its side and threw it against a tree.
"Sam!" Dean screamed before the thing bought its arm up and hit Dean hard across the face knocking him backwards to the ground. Dean hit the back of his head hard against the ground and his vision blacked out for a split second.
"Dean!" Sam screamed and his stomach jolted. He had never been able to stop the sudden feeling of sickness that came when he saw anyone he cared about hurt. Sam dove at the ground where he had dropped his gun when the thing had first jumped on them. Sam grabbed the gun and pointed it at where the werewolf had just been. But there was nothing. The beast had disappeared.
Dean slowly lifted his head. The world seamed to spin as he tried to sit up, "Sam?" he asked. Sam was by his side before the word had fully left his lips. Sam helped Dean into a sitting position.
"You okay?"
"Where did that son of a bitch go?" Dean replied ignoring Sam's concern. His eyes darting to try and see the monster.
"I don't know. I was about to shoo-" Sam said but was cut off when he was thrown backwards away from his brother. Sam hit the ground with a thud only to see the werewolf looming over his older brother. He tried to get up but felt a sharp pain in his side. He gasped and grabbed at his ribs.
The thing stood over Dean who was trying to get to his feet and fight it. Truth be told, Dean's adrenaline was just about to run out, he was exhausted from not sleeping and all the energy the hunt had taken out of him so far. He badly wanted to sleep but he knew he had to keep fighting.
"Sammy! You hurt my brother and I'm going to kill your fugly ass!" he said gritting his teeth as he pulled himself to his knees. The beast seemed to smirk at him and backhanded him across the face. Dean fell back to the ground. His head span and then all he saw was black.
"Dean!" Sam yelled at his brother's motionless form. The werewolf turned to face Sam. Its cold dark eyes seemed to sneer at him. It advanced on him its hands and sharp claws raised in a menacing fashion. Sam reached blindly for the closest thing to him and his hands closed around a large stick. Just as the werewolf's arm came down Sam bought the stick up to defend to blow.
"Stop!" a woman's voice screamed out of nowhere. The werewolf instantly halted in its attack and stood to attention. Sam however took the chance to try and pierce the beast through the heart but it quickly dodged his attack.
"That wasn't very nice Sammy. You're not supposed to play after the bells rung." The voice said mockingly. A young girl appeared from behind a tree. She was tall with dark brown hair in ringlets down to her lower back and dark brown piercing eyes. She swayed playfully to where Sam was half sitting on the ground, "Now we wouldn't want to break the rules now Sammy would we? That would end badly for Dean." She smiled sweetly.
