Note: Remember… I (unfortunately) do not own any character in this story except the monster. Maybe I could trade the monster for Dean… he's so cute! I guess not. Oh well… I only own the monster. Also… anything in italics is a dream or something they are reading.

Chapter 5: Sam's Dream

Sam woke up to find that he was back in his college dorm. "It was all just a dream!" He said to himself. He lay back down and pulled the covers back up.

"Sam!" Sam sat up in bed, looking around him. He thought he just heard his name. "SAM!" Sam got out of bed. There was no mistaking it this time.

He grabbed his jeans from a chair and pulled them on. He didn't bother to grab a shirt; he just opened his door and walked out into the hall.

He looked around himself to see that he was now outside, but he didn't recognize anything. He continued to look around himself and saw behind him the Sleep- Easy Motel.

"How did I get here?" Sam said to himself. Then he heard it again, fainter this time. "Sam!" Sam now recognized the voice as Dean's.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam yelled as he ran in the direction of his voice. "I'm coming Dean!" Sam continued to run in the direction of his voice. It continued to grow fainter. He feared he might never find Dean.

Suddenly he rounded a corner and saw a horrible sight in front of him. Dean was on the ground with a giant banshee, the biggest Sam had ever seen, was standing over him. The banshee must have been at least 10 feet tall and growing, as if it was feeding off of Dean's strength.

"I'm coming Dean!" Sam shouted as he ran faster towards Dean, but the faster he ran the slower he seemed to go. "No! Dean, hold on!" Sam continued to run to him.

When he got to Dean the banshee fled, but Dean was lying on the ground with his eyes closed. "Dean? Dean, can you hear me? It's me, Sam. Come on, Dean!" Sam shook Dean and he opened his eyes.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean said, his voice coming in ragged breaths.

"Don't worry Dean, I'll find some help. You'll be okay."

"No I won't, Sam. The banshee was too strong for me; I guess you beat yours though." Sam smiled. "I guess you'll have to find Dad on your own Sam." And with that Dean closed his eyes and died.

"NO!" Sam said, as he shook Dean harder, but Dean wouldn't wake up.

"Sceeeeeeaaaaaaaaa!" Sam spun around to see the banshee behind him.

"Sam! Sam wake up!" Sam looked around him.

"Come on Sam! Wake up!" Sam sat straight up in bed to see Dean standing next to his bed. Sam looked around him. He was back in the motel room drenched in sweat.

"You alright Sam?" Dean asked, concern etched across his face. Sam continued to look around him. "Sam? I said are you alright?"

Sam swallowed a couple times to wet his dry mouth. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said as he got out of bed. "I just need to go to the bathroom."

Dean looked at him skeptically. "I know you just had another nightmare Sam." He said as he followed him over to the bathroom. "Why don't you tell me what the hell is going on?" He grabbed Sam's shoulder and spun him around to face him.

Sam just looked him in the eye. "It's just the same old nightmare about Jess." He said. He wasn't about to tell Dean that he had just seen his death.

Dean just looked him in the eye, as if he knew that Sam was not telling him the truth. He let go of Sam's shoulder, though, and Sam went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Dean went over to his bed to try and get some more sleep. "There's something he's not telling me." Dean thought to himself, "But what? What could be so bad that he can't tell me?" Dean thought about it for a little while longer, then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Vowing that when he woke up he would make Sam tell him the entire truth.

Sam came out of the bathroom a little while later and saw that Dean had already fallen back asleep. Sam knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep so he went on his computer instead to find out all he could about banshees in order to stop his dream from coming true.

When Dean woke up the next morning he immediately realized that Sam wasn't in his bed.

"Sam?" Dean called, as he got out of bed.

"What?" Sam said as he turned away from the computer to stare at his older brother. Dean pulled on his jeans and went over to the computer.

"How long have you been up, Sammy?" Dean said as he stared at the computer screen. There were about 50 pages open relating to banshees. He looked at the computer clock and saw that it was only 6am.

"Since you woke me up last night, I couldn't get back to sleep." Sam said as he continued to read the page that was up on the screen.

"Why? We already know all we need to know." Dean said as he put on his jacket. He ran his fingers through his unkempt hair and looked at his brother.

"We don't know how it kills for one thing. And I found that out last night." Sam said as he tore his eyes from the computer screen. He had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep and looked ready to collapse at any minute.

He turned back to the computer and opened up one of the pages on the screen. Dean skimmed it over really quick.

"So what exactly is this saying?" Dean asked as he looked at his brother.

"Basically, these banshees feed off of people's strength by staring them straight in the eye. Now the only way to kill them is to reflect their gaze back at them." Sam said as he scrolled down the page looking for anything he had missed.

"So now we have to buy a mirror, huh?" Dean said as he sat down in a chair. He was wondering where they were going to find a shop that sold mirrors in the middle of no where.

"No we don't." Sam said as he shut down his laptop and closed it. "We just have to not break the one in the bathroom." As he was saying this he went over to the bathroom and showed Dean the mirror. "All we have to do is twist these and it comes right off." Sam said as he twisted one to show Dean.

"Nice going Sam." Dean said as he helped his brother unhook the mirror from the wall. They got the mirror off the wall and put it on Dean's bed.

"Sam… I know you're not telling me something about those nightmares of yours. Now what is it?" Dean looked at his brother who was sitting on his bed. Dean sat in a chair as his bed had the mirror on it. Sam looked at him.

"Dude… there's nothing wrong. It's just the same old nightmare about Jess." Sam said as continued to look at Dean. Dean sighed. He was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this.

"Look dude. If you can't tell me what's wrong I'm going to have to lock you in this room and tie you to a chair. I can't have you keeping secrets from me that could get us killed." Dean looked at Sam as if to say 'and don't even think I won't do it'.

Sam sighed. He knew Dean would do it, and then he really would die. Sam took a deep breath and told Dean all about his dream.