So glad that you are still reading. This is still my first story after all. Longest chapter so far I think. I'm trying to upload 2 at a time.

Chapter 6

Sam was so tired, but he just couldn't bare going to sleep again and have another dream like that. He was listening to Dean waffle on about something, but he wasn't paying much attention.

Dean had asked a question and when he didn't get a rely, he turned to face Sam. He hadn't been paying any attention to what he had been talking about so he went closer to Sam and said loudly, "So, when we gonna go?"

"We're not going." Sam replied. That was the only thing off what Dean had been talking about, that he had heard.

Dean was a bit shocked by the reply he got from Sam, he had never heard him say no to saving a person. This just showed him even more, how bad his dream actually was.

"I know you're not telling me the whole story. I didn't ask any questions before but now you seem to be worse. I know I die, you didn't think you could keep that from me, did ya." Dean paused to look at Sammy's face. It wasn't the thought of Dean dying that was bothering him, "Wait…did you die as well?"

Sam just quickly got up and walked across the room, into the bathroom. He put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it. He had put his elbows on his knees and had rested his face in his hands. A few tears slowly slid down his face from his eyes and landed in his hands.

Dean had walked over to the bathroom and was standing up against the door. He gently knocked on the door.

"You OK Sammy?" Dean asked in a quiet caring voice, "Can I come in?"

He heard a sort of murmur of a yes, so he slowly opened the door and peered around to see Sam sitting on the toilet lid, crying. He went over and sat next to him on the edge of the bath. He put right arm around him, in a comforting way.

"It's OK man. I mean I would go insane if I had the visions," He gave a little laugh then went to silence, "I meant, your stronger when it comes to the mind, like you have seen many people you love die and how you remember all that weird stuff, so you can handle this. I guess though that I could help if you told me what really happened. You should be able to trust me."

Sam lifted up his head and looked at his older brother. He still had a few tears dripping down his face but he wiped them away. Dean then took Sam out of the bathroom and sat him down on his bed. He then pulled up a chair and sat opposite his little brother.

"Well," Sam started with sadness in his voice, "we were out looking for the monster, like I said, and you were getting impatient and wanted to leave the park. I had been facing the other way, still looking further into the trees. Then I heard you drop your torch so I turned to face you, only you were levitated in the air, hanging on the creature's knife that had pierced right through you. It then threw you into a tree and then started on me. Just as it started slicing into me I saw you trying to reach out to help but you just dropped down onto your front. Then it all went dark and that was when I woke up." Sam said before he looked at the floor.

It took a little while for Dean to take it all in, especially the way he died. Sam lifted his head to look at Dean and saw him quickly reloading all the weapons and getting the silver knives ready.

"Dean? What are you doing?" Sam asked, still a bit upset.

"We're gonna go after the monster. This time we'll be ready," He quickly looked at his little brother, "Don't worry Sammy, no-one's gonna die. If we stick together, we'll be OK."

"But we still don't know what this creature is." Sam said. He was worried that there could be no way to stop the creature.

Dean just said "Well it has to have a way to die. If it lives, it can die. Why don't you search the net, while I look in dad's journal again."

Sam got his laptop out of his bag and started to search the net. Dean was flicking through every page of their dad's journal, reading everything very thoroughly.

"You found anything?" Dean asked, after 5 minutes of searching.

"No. What the hell are we gonna do Dean? We don't know what it is or how to kill it. I'm not gonna go and get ourselves killed." Sam replied, getting louder and angrier towards the end.

"We're not gonna die Sammy!" Dean yelled angrily, "Just cool it. We're going tonight and that it."

Sam didn't argue back, he knew he should trust Dean more. He gave a sigh as a sign of defeat. Dean was getting all their weapons out and was then choosing which ones he would use.

He picked up his best silver knife and started to twirl it in his hands. He looked over his shoulder at Sam then walked over to him, twirling his knife on his finger.

He held the blade of the knife, with the handle pointing towards Sam. He took it as a sign of honour and trust. Sam smiled at his older brother and he quickly smiled back.

Once more they had grabbed all their equipment and went on their way to another hunt.

They locked the door on the way out and went over to the Impala. Sam dumped his stuff in the car while Dean gently placed his in.

They simultaneously shut the doors of Dean's baby. He then started his car and drove them to their destination.

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