Really glad you are enjoying it. This chapter is about the same length as the other one.

Chapter 5

The two brothers found a cheap motel, not far away from Adirondack Park, with a room with two single beds. As soon as they entered the room Dean got dibs on the most comfortable bed, as usual, that had a good view out of the window of his beloved Impala.

Sam didn't complain, he was more interested in finding a way to stop this creature. He started to question himself about whether the dream would happen because of what they did that night. He tried to put that out of his mind though.

Sam was so tired, after staying up all day and night, that he just conked out on his bed and fell into a deep sleep. Dean was trying to fight his tiredness so that he could stay awake and watch over Sammy.

He had been drinking lots of highly caffeinated drinks, like coffee. He had been awake a lot longer than Sam but was determined not to fall asleep.

"Look Sammy. It's not gonna happen tonight. We must have stopped it yesterday. Lets go back to the car." Dean said. He was getting bored of being out in the middle of the park.

Dean had turned around and taken a few steps back to the Impala, holding his torch that was aimed at the road. Sam was still facing the other when he suddenly heard his brothers torch fall to the ground.

He quickly turned to face his brother only to see him hanging on the fingers of the monster, that had pierced right through him, with blood dripping down his body from the slits.

Dean mouthed to Sam slowly, 'Kill It.' only to then be slung off of the monster's fingers and slam into a tree. The shadowy figure quickly dived onto the younger brother. The last thing Sam saw was his brother trying to reach him only to fall flat on his face. Suddenly there was darkness, as the monster made a final jab into his heart.

Sam sat up as quick as lightening, breathing heavily. Dean had just came in with his eighth cup of coffee in one hour, but as soon as he saw Sam, he quickly put it on the table and ran over to him.

"You OK Sammy? What happened this time?" Dean asked in a worried and rushed voice. By the look he was getting from Sam, he wished he had never asked that question.

"I'm guessing it was bad then."

Sam just looked at Dean, happy that they were still alive.

Dean was studying the different looks on Sam's face. He was able to tell that his dream was pretty bad.

"How do I die then?" Dean blurted out to break the silence.

Sam was a bit shocked that he had figured it out, but he tried to hide it. He just told him that they didn't die, but that they were out looking for the monster when it killed some people, and that they couldn't save them.

Dean didn't question what he was told, for once. He knew it must have been pretty bad and waited for Sam to want to tell him what really happened. He hated seeing his brother like this. He hated that his younger brother is having to see so much death. And he mostly hated that wherever they went, he couldn't control when it would happen. It was like Death was haunting his dreams.

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