(So, hehe, hmmm yeah, Sorry this has taken so long to get put up. I've had it done for a while and thing things got crazy and I thought I put it up and turns out I didn't. So super sorry, please don't hurt me.

I don't own Supernatural nor do I own Hey Jude.

Thank you to ArtistKurai, PriWinchester, Guest, LilyBolt, whatnosheep, Sad-Blue-Eyed-Angel 2010 and KITTMILL for your reviews on the first chapter.)

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Dean was out in the woods. It was quiet and peaceful. He was alone but that didn't bother him. He needed to be alone for a little bit. He sat down in the shade of a tree and closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind blowing. It sounded almost like it was saying something. He listened. It was saying something.

"Dean." It called. Then the wind picked up and began blowing his hair and clothing around.

"Dean wake up." The wind said more urgently as it almost knocked him sideways. Dean frowned. Why did the wind sound like Sam?

"Dean, wake up."

Dean moaned and rolled away from Sam, but Sam kept shaking him until Dean opened one eye.

"The apartment better be burning down Sam, or you'll be sorry." Dean grumbled.

"I had another nightmare." Sam whispered. "Can I sleep with you?" Dean sighed and looked at the alarm clock, three O' clock in the morning, Dean let out a groan.

"Hmm, yeah, come on." Sam hopped into Dean's bed and snuggled up next to him.

"You know we'll soon be too old to do this right Sam?" Dean asked as he ran his hand through Sam's hair and made small circles on his back.

"Why?" Sam asked "Nothing's happening between us."

"I know that and you know that but other people might not." Dean said.

"Yeah, well screw them." Sam said "I don't do it every night, just when I have a bad dream or I'm sick."

"Watch your language Sam and go to bed, we both have school tomorrow and we need to be up in a few hours." Dean said and before Sam could open his mouth to ask Dean started singing.

"Hey Jude

Don't make it bad

Take a sad song

And make it better

Remember to let her

Into your heart

Then you can start

To make it better"

"Thanks Dean." Sam whispered as he closed his eyes. Dean didn't answer, he just kept on singing.

The next morning, when Dean woke up Sam was curled up down by the foot of the bed holding onto his feet. Laughing slightly Dean got his feet untangled from Sam's grip and got his clothing and headed to take a shower. By the time he got out and had a cup of coffee and had a pot of oatmeal going for breakfast Sam was up and dressed.

"Ready for another week of school Sam?" Dean asked

"Yeah, I guess." Sam said picking at his oatmeal.

"What's wrong not in the mood for oatmeal?" Dean asked "I put cinnamon, raisins and a chopped up apple in it so it wasn't gross as it normally is."

"No, its good Dean, it's just." Sam stopped talking and picked at his oatmeal again.

"It is about your nightmare that you had last night?" Dean questioned gently as he set his own bowl of oatmeal down and looked at Sam. Sam nodded. Dean sighed, he wished there was something he could do to help Sam sleep besides Sam always coming into his room.

"I keep thinking Johns going to find us." Sam said.

"Sam John will never find us and if he does I'll makes sure he can never take you away."

"How? John still has legal custody of me and until you get custody of me he can legally take me away." Sam said.

"I know that Sam, but that's why I'm going to make sure he doesn't." Dean said "Now eat your oatmeal and then we need to high tail it out if you're going to make it to school on time." Sam swallowed the last of the porridge, drank the last of his mike and went to brush his teeth while Dean rinsed out both bowls his coffee mug and Sam's milk glass.

"Got everything?" He asked as Sam came back into the kitchen with his backpack.

"Yep." Sam nodded.

"You sure?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow "I don't want to get half way to the subway before you remember you need your math book or you forgot your history project." Dean said reminding Sam of two incidences that happened before.

"I'm positive I got everything." Sam said as he opened the door and slammed it shut and Dean locked it.

"Ok let's go." And taking Sam's hand they left the warmth of the building out in to the cold north wind and a light snow.

Forty five minutes later Dean walked into his 'History of poetry and other writing' late and Mr. Hood just like last semester had him explain why he was late this time in a poem.

"Oh God." Dean groaned "Mr. Hood, I don't think I can explain why I was late in a poem." Mr. Hood smiled.

"Try Mr. Winchester." Mr. Hood smiled.

"Ok, but don't dock points from me please." Dean said.

"I never dock points from a student for their poetry skills." Mr. Hood said grinning.

"Ok." Dean thought for a few seconds then recited

"On this cold winter day

All I have to say

Is I was late to class

Thanks to a pain an my-"

"Ok Mr. Winchester, take your seat." Mr. Hood interrupted nodding towards the class who had let out a smattering of giggles. Dean looked around and found a spot next to Rachelle and made a b-line to her.

"Hey stranger." She whispered "How are you doing?" Dean smiled and was about to answer her but Mr. Hood glared at them and the response died in his throat but he gave her a thumbs up when the teacher wasn't looking.

"Now, who can tell me what type of poem an abab poem is?" Mr. Hood asked

"Isn't that some old folk band from like the 60s?" Jason called out.

"No, you dummy, the band's called ABBA." Dean said.

"Ok you two, settle down." Mr. Hood said making a downward motion with his hands. "Anyone know what an abab poem is, anyone? Miss. Bryan, do you know?"

"An abab poem is where the first line matches the third line and the second line matches the fourth line." Rachelle answered.

"Right in one Miss. Bryan, care to tell us an example?" Mr. Hood asked.

"Oh, sure ahh

The love I feel for a certain person

I doubt he'll ever know

The love symptoms seem to worsen

Oh how I love him so."

She finished and looked right as Dean but Dean was too busy staring at the clock to notice. Finally class was done and Dean grabbed his stuff and ran out.

"Hey Dean, where's the fire?" Kenny joked as he and Rach ran to keep up with him.

"Sorry you two, I'm just a little frazzled today." Dean explained slowing down "I just want this day to end."

"Ahh, is everything ok at home? Is Sam ok?" Rach asked. Dean ran a hand through his hair and then down his face.

"Yeah, he's fine, well he would be if he could sleep for eight hours." Dean said stopping by the cafeteria and grabbing a large coffee.

"What do you mean if he could get eight hours of sleep?" Kenny asked.

"It's nothing, just bad dreams, that's all." Dean quickly said wishing he hadn't said anything.

"Have you tried putting lavender on his pillow to help him sleep?" Rach asked.

"Lavender?" Dean asked looking at the girl "I didn't peg you as a witch Rach." Rah laughed.

"I'm not, my mom dose it for me some times when I can't sleep. She puts some lavender oils on my pillow and it helps me sleep and burning sage helps remove bad energy right, maybe your apartment is haunted and the ghost is giving Sam bad dreams?" Rachelle asked.

"Really Rach, ghosts, please don't tell me you believe in that stuff." Kenny laughed.

"So what if I do Ken." Rach snapped.

"Last semester you didn't and now all of a sudden you believe in it?" Kenny asked glaring at Dean.

"Hey don't be glaring at me I didn't do anything." Dean said raising one hand, the other on a tall up of coffee.

"Sorry, but what do you think Dean, do you really believe in ghosts?" Kenny asked.

"I think there is something out there other than humans." Dean said taking a sip of his coffee. "So I knew about the sage cleansing a house, but I didn't know about the lavender helping people sleep." He said turning the topic back to useful sleep aids "Where would I get some?"

"Oh, well, a lot of stores in Greenwich village have it." Rachelle said "We could go there after school and get some?" She offered.

"I have to pick up Sam from school." Dean said.

"Oh, well, maybe this Saturday, if my mom doesn't want another 'family day' which reminds me, I'm supposed to invite you and Sam over for lunch sometime. You made a really good impression on my dad." Rach said "And let me tell you, making a good impression on my dad is hard." She smiled and Dean laughed.

"Ok well just give us a time and day and it's a date." Dean grinned.

"Ok, I'll let you know after I talk it over with my parents." Rachelle said

"Hello, lovebirds, quit flirting and let' go." Kenny shouted. Shouting at their friend that they were not flirting, Dean and Rach hurried to catch up.

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