After Dean's sudden outburst at the movies Janine took him home. She had wanted to know what was up with him, but he refused to talk about it. Dean was silent the whole way home. When she dropped him off, Dean didn't even try to kiss her good night.
He hurried into the house, hoping that his Dad would already be asleep even though it was only 11 o'clock. No such luck for Dean. John was still up watching a movie. He was surprised that Dean was home a full hour before curfew.
"Hey son, you're home early. How was the movie?" asked John.
"Boring," replied Dean truthfully. Even though he had only seen half the movie, the part he had seen was boring.
"Is that why you're home so early?" asked a curious John.
"Something like that. I'm really tired Dad, so I think I'm gonna head to bed now. Good night," said Dean before heading up the stairs.
"Good night," replied John.
John was getting this strange vibe that something was up with Dean. He decided not to worry about. Dean would let him know if something was wrong.
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Dean found Sam still awake in their room. He was in bed reading The Phantom Tollbooth, which had quickly become one of his favorites.
"You're home early. What did Janine not let you get to second base?" said Sam with a laugh.
"Shouldn't you be a sleep right now," said Dean.
"Dad said I could stay up an extra half a hour to read some more. So what happened on your date? You're never home before curfew, especially when you're with a girl," said Sam.
"It was a boring movie. I fell asleep. Janine was mad that I fell asleep, so she brought me home. End of story," said Dean hoping that would satisfy Sam's curiosity.
Dean walked out of the room and headed towards the bathroom. He decided to take a long shower before bed, in the hopes that Sam would be asleep when he finished. He was trying to avoid thinking about that nightmare, but he couldn't help it. What did it mean? He couldn't figure it out. Was his mom really hurting him and why? When he thought of his mom all he could remember was love.
Sam was asleep by the time Dean entered the bedroom again. He didn't want to go to sleep himself; afraid he would have that nightmare again. Dean had thought about going downstairs and watching TV, but John was still up and Dean didn't want to face to him.
With nothing else to do Dean grabbed Sam's book and started to read. After a few chapters, he could begin to see why Sam liked it so much.
After a couple of hours of reading, Dean drifted to sleep. He was back in that room with Mary again. As before there was so much pain. Dean started tossing and turning in bed. He was screaming from all of the pain. He begged Mary to stop, but she wouldn't.
"Mommy," mumbled Dean in his sleep.
All of the noise Dean was making woke up Sam. He could see that something was wrong with his brother. He got out of his bed and went over to Dean.
"Dean wake up," said Sam gently shaking him.
Dean started coming around.
"Sammy what's going on," said Dean sleepily.
"Dean I think you were dreaming. You were talking in your sleep," said Sam.
"I hope I didn't say anything embarrassing," said Dean with a laugh.
"You were talking about Mom. I heard you say Mommy. What were you dreaming about?" asked Sam.
"Go back sleep Sam," said Dean.
"Dean…" started Sam.
"Go to sleep Sam. Now!" said Dean in a firm tone.
Sam lay back down wondering what was up with Dean. I'll ask him about it in the morning he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Dean lay in bed trying to fight falling back asleep. He was really confused by his nightmare now. He didn't understand what was happening or what his mom was doing. All he knew was it hurt.
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Sunday morning Sam woke up and looked over at Dean's bed to see it was empty. Two days in a row Dean was up earlier than Sam. That never happened, especially on the weekend. Sam went downstairs to find Dean sitting in the kitchen nursing his third cup of coffee. Sam thought Dean looked awful. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked like he didn't get any sleep last night. Sam was worried about Dean. He had never seen him look this bad except for when he had the flu and Sam was pretty sure Dean didn't have the flu.
"Good morning," said Sam too cheerfully for Dean's taste.
"Morning," mumbled Dean.
Sam busied himself getting a bowl of cereal. He sliced up a banana to put on top.
"Dean how come you're up so early?" asked Sam.
"Couldn't sleep," replied Dean.
"How come?" asked Sam.
"What do you mean how come? I just couldn't sleep," said Dean angrily.
Dean got up and hurried out of the room before Sam could ask him anymore questions. He wasn't in the mood for an interrogation. Sometimes Sam could be like a dog with a bone.
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John had the boys outside doing yard work and Dean's lack of sleep was catching up to him. By the time he and Sam had finished raking up all the leaves in the backyard, Dean felt like he was going to collapse.
Can't fall asleep. Can't fall asleep. That was the continuing thought running through Dean's mind. He knew once he fell asleep that the nightmare would happen again. Dean didn't notice that the memory demon had entered the backyard.
The memory demon smiled to itself. It could tell that Dean was starting to break. Pretty soon your life force will be mine. The demon didn't want to wait to long, so it decided to step things up. It said incantation that would insure Dean would sleep tonight.
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Dean was quiet through out dinner. Afterwards he went into the family room to watch tv with Sam. John headed into his study to do some research.
Try as he might, Dean couldn't stay awake. After fifteen minutes he was starting to nod off. Pretty soon he was back in that room with his mother. The pain was excruciating.
Deans started tossing and turning on the sofa.
"Mommy, please stop," pleaded Dean in his sleep.
Sam was quickly at Dean's side shaking him awake. Dean woke with a start and pushed Sam away hard causing him to hit his leg on the coffee table. Sam let out a small cry of pain.
"Oh my god, Sammy. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" said Dean.
"Dean, what is up with you? You said Mommy again in your sleep," Sam as he rubbed his sore leg.
"Nothing," said Dean.
"Nothing. That was not nothing Dean. Please tell me what's going on," pleaded Sam.
Realizing Sam was not going to give up, Dean told him to go upstairs and he'd tell him. He didn't want to take a chance that John could overhear.
Once they were in their room, Dean finally told Sam what was going on. He told him all about the nightmares and how he didn't understand what they meant.
Sam could believe what Dean told him. Could his mother have really hurt Dean? Sam didn't remember Mary, but he had a vision in his mind of what he thought his mother had been like. What Dean just told him didn't jibe with that vision.
"Have you told dad?" asked Sam.
"No and I don't plan to," said Dean.
"Why?" asked Sam
"Because Dad would probably be mad at me for even thinking something like that about Mom," said Dean.
That night as Dean slept trapped in the same horrible nightmare, Sam lay in bed puzzling over what Dean told him. He didn't want to believe that his mom had really hurt Dean. Several times he had to get up and wake Dean up when he started making too much noise in his sleep.
Sam was really beginning to worry about Dean. If Dean won't talk to Dad, I will decided Sam.
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John was making scrambled eggs and bacon when Sam walked into the kitchen.
"Morning Dad," said Sam.
"Morning Sammy. I thought since you and Dean didn't have school today because of that teacher conference, I'd cook you breakfast," said John.
"Thanks. Hey Dad can I ask you something?" said Sam.
"Sure," replied John.
Sam was quiet for a few seconds. He wasn't quite sure how to ask his dad if his mom ever abused Dean, but he felt he had to know.
"It's about Mom. It just that I want to know did Mom ever…" said Sam.
"Did Mary ever what?" asked John.
"Did she ever hurt Dean? Was she ever mean to him and hurt him?" asked Sam.
"Samuel Winchester, your mother was a wonderful person. She loved you boys more than anything. How dare you ask me that!" bellowed John at his youngest.
Sam had never heard his dad so angry in his life. Sam was in shock. He just stood there in silence.
"Sam, where would you ever get an idea like that?" asked a still angry John.
Sam didn't say anything.
"Answer me now Sam!" growled John.
"Dean," squeaked out Sam.
"Dean Andrew Winchester, get down here now!" yelled John at the top of his lungs.
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