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3:00 AM Madness
Chapter four
"What do you remember? What did you dream?"
"I can't explain it…" Sam ran his hand through his hair. "It's like I was there but…I don't know…I remember walking through the alley and all of a sudden everything started spinning and I got dizzy….Then I remembered a woman, her throat was cut and her stomach was ripped open. God Dean there was blood everywhere." Sam looked at Dean as his eyes filled with tears. "She was butchered Dean and I think I was there."
Dean picked up the paper and read the first few paragraphs. It said the woman's throat had been cut and that her abdomen had been badly slashed with a knife. How could Sam have known that unless he was there?
"What's it say?" Sam asked.
"Sam, I know you didn't do this."
"What's it say Dean?" He repeated. When Dean didn't answer him he took the paper out of his hand and read the article. He then tossed the paper on the bed and looked at Dean. "How could I have known that if I wasn't there? What's going on Dean? What's happening to me?"
"I don't know Sammy but there has to be some explanation."
"There is…I killed her."
"Damn it Sammy you didn't kill her. You don't have it in you to do something like that."
"How do you know Dean, how do you know what I have in me?….Explain to me then why I wake up with all this hate in me in the middle of the night…Who knows what I might have done."
"Sam, I know you… you're not a killer."
"Maybe not before …but remember back at that asylum…I almost killed you….If that gun had been loaded I would have…I would have killed you Dean, my own brother. I'm scared … I'm scared I'm somehow involved in this."
"Sam when you walked into that alley you would have had blood all over you if you were involved in this, but you didn't. You didn't kill her I'm sure of it. If you had done it you would have been covered in her blood."
"But then what's going on? Why do I wake up with so much hate in me? And why do I remember that woman being butchered?...Why Dean?...I wish you'd explain it to me because I'm really starting to flip out here."
"I don't know Sam; I don't know what's going on. I still say we should get far away from this town. Leave this mess behind us."
"Dean I can't leave till I figure out what's happening to me. I have to know if I'm somehow involved in this. I can't just walk away from it."
"Sammy…."
"Dean I'm not leaving. Maybe you should go; maybe you should just take off somewhere and stay hidden for awhile. You're right…if they find out we were in that alley last night, and they open our trunk…they'll haul us in."
"Sam I'm not leaving you, no way."
"I think you should Dean. At least until I figure out what's going on."
"We're going to figure this out together."
"Dean…"
"Sammy we'll do this together. There's no way I'm leaving you to face this alone, end of story."
Sam blinked back tears.
"Dean I'm scared. These dreams…this hate I feel when I wake up…I don't understand it…" He swallowed hard. "I don't know how to stop it."
"We'll figure it out Sam. It's what we do." Dean said trying to reassure his brother, but in truth he had no idea where to even begin.
Later that day
They spend the day at the motel, Dean insisting that they lay low for the day. Sam paced the room while Dean lay on the bed pretending to be interested in a basketball game. When Sam couldn't stand it any longer he walked over and looked down at his brother.
"Dean we can't hide out here forever. We came to this town to check out that haunted bar, I say we get out there and do it."
"The bar can wait Sam, no one's been hurt. Whatever is causing the disturbances doesn't seem to be evil."
"Well I can't stand this…I got to get out of here…"
Usually it was Dean flipping out if they weren't constantly doing something, but now Sam took on that role. Dean was perfectly content to stay in the motel, at least there he knew his brother was safe and he could keep an eye on him. But he could tell Sam was losing it so he decided to give in a little.
"Okay Sam, how 'bout we check out the bar tomorrow night? There's no hurry, one day isn't going to make a difference."
"Dean I know what you're doing….you want to hide out here thinking those guys last night are going to tell the cops about us being in that alley. Hey, those guys are more then likely hiding out themselves. I'm sure they heard about the murder and if they are, or even if they aren't involved in it, they're going to stay away from the cops."
"Yeah Sam, but what if they were picked up already? The first thing they're going to do is say they weren't alone in that alley last night. They're going to implicate us, and we don't need the cops checking us out. I still say we leave this town, there's plenty more to hunt out there then a bar ghost."
"Okay, you win, we'll stay in tonight, I won't fight you on that….But tomorrow I want to check out that bar before we leave, that's why we came to this town."
"It's a deal…we just sit back and relax tonight and tomorrow we'll hit the bar."
Sam seemed satisfied as he sat down on the bed and tried to watch the game.
Three hours later
Sam fell asleep first and Dean watched him toss and turn throughout the night. He decided he was going to stay awake till three and see if Sam had another nightmare but at two thirty he had to fight to keep his eyes open and by two forty five he was asleep. He woke up at seven to the sound of a ringing phone. He quickly looked over at Sam's bed…he was gone, his pillow smeared with blood.
"Sammy…" Dean said as he jumped out of bed his hand touching the bloody pillow as he grabbed the ringing phone.
TBC
