A/N: Next chapter! Hurray!

I don't own Supernatural…but I'd be very happy if I did!

Recap:"Dakota? Near Minnesota?""Yeah. You been there?" Sam queried stunned."Once…just once."

Haunted.

Chapter 2 Dreams mean many things.

(Deans POV)

Dean found himself in the darkness. The black and endless nothing spread out from his feet and he turned to gaze into the night. A glow began to form on the horizon and Dean watched as it began to brighten. A silver white light appeared and began to swell upwards, light flooding the once darkened abyss. As his eyes adjusted to the highlighted land, Dean saw where he actually was. He sucked in a breath and looked around worriedly.

The mountains. He was surrounded. He had to leave. Now! Without a seconds thought he set off, running in the direction of the light, knowing that the darkness would consume him if he did not. He glanced as his surroundings changed as the moon rose further into the sky. The mountain shone like jagged lumps of silver and the river was alive with fish of all colours. Suddenly the world around Dean began to distort. Confused he stumbled and stopped watching as the sky and world around him began to melt, slowly dripping onto the once more darkened floor like molten metal until it disappeared completely.

Shaken Dean looked frantically around. He was unable to see anything but he could feel a presence. It was like cold breath on your neck when no one was there, or something at the corner of your eye that you just couldn't see, or that cold waft of air that made it feel like something with wings had just flown past.

He could hear breathing now, it was oh so quiet, barely there, but Dean could hear it. Behind him. To the side of him. In front of him. It was circling him. That feeling began again; of the wings flying past him but this time it felt like there was thousands of creatures flying around in the dark. He could hear them that noise a rasp of leather on leather. Wings and…talons. And that smell…sulphur, god it was strong. Dean cried out at the rage of it and suddenly all noise stopped.

"I'm here Dean."

Dean was roughly awoken by a pair of hands gripping his arms tightly.

"Dean. Come on man wake up!" Dean groaned and sat up knocking the hands away. He was breathing heavily, he couldn't think, what, where was he?

"Dean. Are you all right? You've been thrashing about like a madman." Sam…It all came rushing back to him, the werewolf, his shoulder, passing out from blood loss…yes…that sounded familiar. He was shaking, unsure whether it was because of his dream or the lack of blood in his veins. He let his head drop into his hands momentarily before drawing in a shaky breathe. He could tell Sam was watching him worriedly and for good reasons too. He glanced up at Sam who was watching him anxiously and he gave him a weak smile.

"Don't worry Sammy it was just a dream." Even Dean could tell that, that was a bad lie.

"Come on Dean, a dream? You never dream!" He replied incredulously sitting down on his bed. Dean sighed exhaustedly, this was Sam he was talking to, and he would never drop this until he got a better answer from him.

"Look Sam, it was jut a stupid dream it doesn't mean anything. Ok?" He said firmly.

"Yeah but what if it's not just a dream it could be like me with one of my visions and-" Sam started.

"It's not a vision."

"Then what is it? Just a dream?"

"Just go to sleep Sam."

"No!" Sam retorted heatedly.

"For gods sake Sam!" Dean shouted angrily, standing up. He couldn't take the constant string of questions or the look of hurt that flashed across Sam's face…he had to get out. "I'm going out." He stated bluntly pulling on his shoes.

"Where?" Sam asked, when he received no answer he grew angry. "Where are you going Dean it's two o'clock. It's the middle of the night?"

"I'm going for a walk. I need to clear my head." He said finally pulling on his leather jacket before leaving the motel room, the door closing with a soft click.

Dean began to walk, unsure where he was going but continued. He half expected Sam to come charging out of the room after him but he didn't, and Dean was thankful. He really did need to clear his head. He needed to think about the dream…if it was a vision or something similar to one, he had to work out if the creature was what he prayed it wasn't. He walked through the empty roads, empty streets. No cars. No people. Dean would have noticed that it was strange if he hadn't been too wrapped up in thoughts about his dream.

It couldn't be that though, Dad destroyed it two years ago when Sammy was at school…didn't he? Oh god what if he didn't…no! Dad told me he destroyed it so that's what I'll believe…But the smell, and the noise, it matched everything to do with this thing…if it is another one then I'll just destroy the evil son of a bitch when we come across it…Sammy doesn't need to know all the details about our last run in with one.

Dean's eyes glazed over at the memory he could hear the screams ringing in his ears now. He shook his head and growled angrily sitting down on a nearby bench. "God Dad what if you didn't destroy it, it'll still remember me." He laughed "God I sound like I'm scared…" He sighed and looked around. He wasn't scared but he was at the same time…it was strange. But he knew how to dispose of the little blighter anyway. He laughed again…'Little' ha! If that's little then I'm a college grad student. He shook his head smiling slightly. It was only then that Dean realised that it was cold, and his shoulder was throbbing painfully. He winced and glared at his shoulder. "If I didn't need you I'd cut you off." He growled to it before standing up and setting off again. It was dark out, really dark. Hey, didn't we leave the cave at sunrise? How long have I been frickin' out? He glanced at his watch, after five, how long have I been out?

He glanced around for the first time realising how quiet everywhere was. A wave of nausea swept across him as a thought entered his mind. What if the dream was a vision, and it was trying to lure me away… He looked around sharply searching for anything out of the ordinary apart from the lack of people and what not. No strange noises, no strange smell…but it was dark. Well we're certainly getting' somewhere. He thought grimly. He decided to leave, to go back to the motel, but he couldn't shift the feeling of uneasiness that lurked behind him. It was as if he was being watched. His hand went to his belt where he kept his gun. He grabbed the handle it was still there, thank god. He continued to walk, quickening his pace slightly as the lights on corner shops and street lamps all to his left and right where cutting off Dean noticed. Darkness was closing in on him, one snuffed light at a time until that black endless nothing shadowed around him completely.

He stopped, breathing quietly, gun out waiting, waiting.

"I'm here Dean." It whispered behind him.

"Shit." He said softly. Damn he was right it was a trick. What to do, what to do? He could feel its presence, but it wasn't doing anything he had a gun and that was it. Wait his cell phone! Call Sam! He hastily grabbed his mobile and dialled Sam's number, hoping that the thing in the dark wouldn't attack. It rang, and rang, and rang…"Shit." He's not answering. Something brushed past his arm and he dropped his phone, it was still ringing. Leaving the phone he poised his gun aimed to shoot anything that might attack him, even though he could barely see in front of his face. Time to be the brave little warrior.

"Come on then, where the hell are you?" He shouted goading the darkness. He fired his gun above his head. Dean couldn't be sure but he thought he felt-rather than saw the darkness flinch at the gunshot. "Come on you creepy son of a bitch, what do you want?"

"I'm here." It said. Dean was spun around and came face to face with darkness itself. He could see the outline of it, which was strange as it was darker than the abyss that surrounded him. Like a gaping black hole it wanted to consume him. It reached forwards and touched his chest, the hand dripping with tar, or…was it blood. It burned. Dean pulled away and it snarled, drawing back a fist before letting it swing forwards to connect with his jaw and Dean yelped with surprise, even he couldn't have blocked that swing. The punch sent Dean flying backwards into the darkness, not only into the shadows that surrounded him but also into the darkness of unconsciousness.

(Sam's POV)

Sam had stayed up and waited for Dean to return, angry that Dean disregarded his want to help completely. But that was Dean, Mr Invincible, as he liked to view himself, he feels no pain; he'll never die, yadda, yadda! Sam growled and looked at his watch again, it was almost five in the morning, Dean was gonna pay for making him worry. He had half a mind to call him right know ordering him to come back to the motel when his phone rang. A little surprised he went in search of it, switching on a light after deciding that searching for a pocket sized phone in the dark is not easy.

Within seconds he found the phone and looked for the caller ID. Dean? Why was Dean calling him? Regardless of why his brother was calling him when he thought he was ignoring him at the moment he answered the phone.

"Dean? Hello?" No answer. What? "Dean, Dean is that you?" He faintly heard his brother swearing in the background and a soft thud, had he dropped the phone? "Dean!" He said forcefully worried for his brother now. He listened for the hope of finding out what trouble his brother was in now.

"Come on then, where the hell are you?" He heard Dean shout. When he heard the gunshot he shouted out. "Come on you creepy son of a bitch, what do you want?"

"I'm here." He heard a static whisper, Shit; Deans in trouble, but where the hell is he? Sam began searching his bag for a gun and some knives, prepared to go and help Dean when he heard his pain filled yelp. Sam froze as he heard icy laughter then nothing. Shit, shit, shit! Sam ran out of the motel, car keys in hand and began the search for his brother. He still had his mobile held firmly to his ear in the hopes that Dean would make a noise or talk to him of give him some sort of idea as to where he was. Sam could of cried until he drove past the park, or where the park should have been.

Stopping the car he peered out into the darkness. Something wasn't right. He stared into the shadows hoping for the signs of movement but there was nothing. Sam glanced around this wasn't natural, and then again nothing in his life was natural any more and took a deep breath. If he crashed this car Dean would kill him. Taking another deep breath he pushed his foot down on the gas, speeding into the darkness, in the hopes of seeing something. Sam could literally see nothing, he was swerving to miss trashcans, and benches and people…wait people?

He stopped suddenly, the car screeching to a halt and turned to see the person hoping it was Dean but he couldn't make out any features. Stepping out of the car he pulled out a flashlight shining it upon the figure. As the light touched it is hissed and disappeared, taking the darkness with it. Shocked and rather scared Sam stepped backwards gun out and ready for an attack. He spun around eyes connecting with a sight he was so happy to see.

"Dean…" He breathed.

To Be Continued

A/N Yay! Another chapter done! I made it a little longer…hope you like it! Oh and thanks for everyone who reviewed! It made me very happy!