Hey, I'm back with chapter 2! Hope you like! And I don't own Supernatural

Title: Don't put that on

Summary: Sam has a bad dream, Dean and Sam go eat breakfast, then they head over to an arcade where this man bumps

into Dean and tells him to play this game call "kill", Dean plays the game with, but with consequences.


"Dean brace yourself." "Just hurry up Sam, I can take it." "Sure thats what you said last time. I saw you shed a tear."I did

not, I was allergic to something that day." "Whatever. On the count of three, okay?" "I'm ready." Sam had to disinfect Deans'

cuts with alcohol so they wouldn't get infected. "One, two..." "Hold on, when I say ready, do it." said Dean but it was too late.

Sam poured the alcohol onto Deans' knees. The sight of Dean squriming from the alcohol made Sam laugh. "I said when I

said ready." Sam looked into Deans deep eyes and he could see anger, but it was worth it. "Hey, you did say ready." Sam

said accusingly to Dean. "Just wait little bro. When you need an injury fixed, I'm gonna remember this." Dean laid back onto

the hotels' hard bed. "Dude that chick was pretty hot." "Dean, you think every chick you see is hot." "Yeah, you do got a

point." Said Dean to Sam with a smile. "What was that guys problem?" asked Sam. "I don't know. Maybe he was drunk."

"Drunk?" Sam asked as he look at Dean with confusion. "Don't you think otherwise?" "No, not really. Maybe he lost his wife,

his house, and he kept going on a downward spiral." "But what about the guy who wanted him to kill?" "It could've been

barney, Dean said, let's end this I'm tired now." "Okay, but in the morning we're gonna investigate." Said Sam to a fast asleep

Dean. Sam reached over to the lamp between him and Dean and turned it off. Sam turned on his side and stared at the wall

beside him. Sleep came quickly to Sam as it did Dean. But Sams' peaceful sleep was interrupted by a gut wenching dream

of Dean. "Dean what are you doing?" Sam asked Dean. The two brothers were in Starbucks again but this time Dean was the

gunman. "He wants me to kill." "Dean, I'm your brother." pleaded Sam. "I know." Dean pulled the trigger and

sent a bullet into Sams heart. Sam suddenly awoke. His shirt and bedsheets were sweat soaked. Sam clutched his chest

and looked over to Dean. To Sams' surprise Dean was staring at Sam and it kind of scared him. "Another nightmare?" "Yeah,

you shot me." "Are you serious?" asked Dean in disbelief. "You shot me in my heart." "My bad, was I aiming at anything?"

"Yeah, me." "It was just a dream, said Dean, you know I wouldn't shoot you for no good reason." "Oh thanks Dean, that's

comfronting." Dean got up and punched Sam in his arm. "what the hell was that for?" "That was a comfronting hug. Said

Dean with a smirk. I want pancakes, and eggs, and toast, oh and a hashbrown." Dean said as he rubbed his stomach.

"There's an IHOP." "Sweet!" said Dean as he went into the hotels bathroom. "Umm, umm breakfast was good. Dean said to

Sam as they headed back to the car. How was your french toast and coffee?" "It was.." "I don't care." interrupted Dean. Sam

gave Dean the middle finger and Dean did the same back to Sam. "Hey Sammy look." Dean said as he pointed to an arcade

across the street. "It's an arcade." said Sam. "Do you have any quaters on you?" "yeah, why?" "Lets go play a couple of

games, then we can look up that crazy dude." "Ok." The two crossed the street and went into the arcade. It was filled with

teenagers. "Hey Sammy, why don't you play Pong? You're boing just like it." "Why don't you go play some Donkey Kong?"

You're a big gorilla just like him." wisecracked Sam. "Watch where you're going man." Dean said to a man that bumped into

him."I'm sorry young fellow. You look like you want to play something exciting, hardcore, and dangerous." "Maybe." Dean

said to the man. "There's this game that just came in called "Kill", you have to play it." "Ok, where is this game?" "It's located

in the back and it says DANGER on the door. But be warned, you'll come out a different person." The man said as he walked

away. Dean began walking to the back with Sam following. "why can't you play a racing game?" "Cause i don't want to." The

two reached the door with DANGER written on it. When the two entered a cold rush of air hit them as they proceeded in the

room. The room was completly white with a black helmet lying on the floor. "This may take awhile." Dean said to Sam as he

placed the helmet on his head. Inside the helemt there was no game to be played only vomit inducing images to greet Deans

eyes. He couldn't mutter a sound or move his hands to take off the helmet. There were maggoty infested corpes, eyeballs,

rotting tounges, a woman hanging with no arms with black substances oozing from where her arms used to be. At the end of

this "so-called game" the guy that bumped into Dean appeared. "Kill them! Bathe in their blood." "Arrgh!" was the sound Dean

made as he was finally able to speak and move. He threw the helmet to the floor. "How was it?" asked Sam who stayed with

Dean. Dean wanted to tell Sam but was unable to, it was like a brick wall was keeping Dean from telling Sam. "It was

nothing." replied Dean. "Yeah man it should've been nothing. I was gonna tell you not to put that on but you were zoned out."

"Why?" "Well smart one, there's an out of order sign. i guess it still works but not the way it was intended." Dean shuddered

at Sams last words. "Lets go, we need to look into what happend last night." "Yeah, lets go. I'm tired of this place." Dean

gave the helmet one last glance and for a moment he felt as though he could tell Sam what went on, but it soon went away.

"While you were playing that game this song was playing?" "What was it?" asked Dean. "You didn't hear it? That's weird. It

was called "Virtual Insanity" I think. "Oh." was all Dean could say as they left the room and arcade. Dean turned around to

get a last look but all he saw was the man that bumped into him grinning evily at him. The man lifted his hand as if to give

Dean a wave, but instead he raised a bloody stump. Dean turn to look away and when he looked up the man was gone but

the imaged stayed. Dean quickened his pace but stop dead in his tracks as he looked into the window of a parked car. It

wasn't his normal handsome face he saw but a face with a dozen stab wounds and a gunshot wound to the head. As Dean

touched his face the skin started to fall in bloody clumps.Finally fed up with the image he saw Dean punched the window of

the car causing the glass to shatter. Sam turned around at the sound of the shattering glass and saw Dean with a bloody

hand. "Dean!"