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JJaneru: LoL, yeah, can you imagine that! Umm, lol, naw I guess it doesn't. Didn't even think of that really. I love then too, and I do love you:D LoL. So, you might be getting this on Tuesday, Sry:( Thanks! Here's more!

angel679: LoL probably. Yeah, he's suck a lil kid:D Nah, he doesn't wanna drug his brother. Besides, he need him sharp ...cause he sure as hell doesn't wanna do the research :) Thanks! Here's more!

marei: No prob! I missed you:D Yeah, brothers( real ones not Dean...:D ) suck. Though, Sammy might disagree on that lol. I'd die w/o computer access. I would. :D. Yeah, Dean's kinda mean to our Sammy, I dunno, but it's getting Dean mad enough to try. Hahaha, no it wouldn't. Yeah, he has to KNOW how to. I mean he had to when Sammy was in Stanford, but come on! Sams' just way better at it! LoL. Thanks! I'll now the intent was there :D I'll try, here's more!

Love to all of you and your sweet reviews!

A/N: And no, I didn't know before hand that I had streched this laptop thing so much. Let's all remember that I wrote this out MONTHS ago. Huh, maybe I should edit. :D Naw...I promise though, I've read ahead LOL and it will leave this topic. Soon...

Back in Black

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 7:Don't look at me now, I'm just makin' my bed (7/12)

Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the CW...Chapter titles are lyrics to the ACDC song of the story title. Great song!!!...

It took them two days to find out what the hell the dream was about. It took them the third to locate the two girls, Jenna and Lisa, and see that they were now hanging around another girl. Sam had said he recognized her, but he couldn't remember her name for the life of him. She had long blond hair like Jess. This had to be the third girl in his dream. It hadn't been Jessica. He didn't know whether he was glad or upset be this.

Dean had taken it upon himself to go and question the girls. Sam didn't mind this since he really didn't want to be around them or anyone that had known Jess. He was too afraid of what they thought. Afraid that maybe Barry had been right.

Dean came back to the car ten minutes later. He only looked remotely pleased with himself. Sam figured that none of the girls had offered to give Dean their number, totally killing his ego. Inside, Sam was laughing.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Dean responded. They were heading back to their motel room and Sam was growing anxious.

"What happened? Whatcha find out? What did they tell you?"

"Nothing much."

"Dean! You spent ten minutes in there. You're telling me you didn't accomplish anything!"

"Hey, I didn't say that…"

"So, they did give you their number?"

"Ha-ha, no. Well, yes, but that's not what I mean." But he didn't elaborate.

"Hello! Dean! You can't just leave me out in the cold here like this! I saw what was going to happen. I need to know."

They pulled into the motel's parking lot. Dean parked the car and got out. Sam reluctantly followed.

"Dean!" He yelled once again as his brother was disappearing into the room. Dean stuck his head out and actually responded.

"You said it yourself that they were returning from some weekend trip. Well, it ain't the weekend till tomorrow and they're not coming back until Monday night. They're first class is on Tuesday so they're not going to miss anything. Now, are you coming in or what?" And he disappeared. Sam entered after a few seconds and closed the door behind him.

Dean was right. There was yet no need to worry. Yet.

They did what Sam did best. Research. It wasn't dirty work, so Dean tried to stay out of it as much as possible. And of course, Sam pulled him in with the whole 'if you help we'll be out of here faster' crap that he always said. And they did, like they always do, but he still hated it.

Sam was frantic all weekend long. Dean even tried to get him to go to a bar. Sam almost flipped at the idea. What about if someone he knew saw him? They'd ask questions and he wasn't sure how to answer them yet. So, then Dean was about to leave. That got Sam even more edgy. What if Dean slipped and said something?

"What the hell am I going to say, Sammy?"

"You have a way of saying things when you're drunk! And it's Sam!"

"Then I won't drink!"

"Then why go to a bar?!"

"Pool, poker, non PMSing little brothers, woman, beer" he listed out whispering the last one. Sam caught it though and glared at him. Dean sighed angrily and pulled off his jacket, tossing his keys on the nightstand once more.

"You suck!" Dean said crashing down on a bed and turning on the TV. Sam just rolled his eyes and went back to whatever the hell he was doing on the laptop.

Okay, so the weekend was over, Dean didn't kill Sam, and the girls would be returning from San Francisco. And Sam was going over everything one last time that it was driving Dean insane. He packed up everything and got it into the car before he literally dragged Sam from the laptop and into the car.

Sam had yet really slept all weekend. Dean did as he had said and had taken away the laptop. Sam was on full brooding mood and that almost drove Dean to the brink.

"Sam!" He yelled to the unstill figure pacing at two thirty in the morning. Dean was groggy and it was Friday and he should be in a bar. Instead he had been watching the all-night horror movie marathon that had started at nine. He fell asleep somewhere between Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween H2O. But the steady pace that Sam was on was nerve racking.

"What?!" Sam whisper-yelled back.

"Ass in bed, now!"

"No!" and more pacing.

"Sam!" Dean yelled-whispered again. Dean was sitting up now and was getting ready to pound Sam into unconsciousness, That's kind of like sleep, right?

"What?" and he stopped right in front of Dean's bed. It was dark out, duh, and there were no lights on.

"Sleep now." Dean said calmly. Calmness was Dean's next level of anger. And then next one up was violent and unpredictable.

"I can't just sleep, Dean. I'm not tired…"

"How can you not be tired? You haven't sleep since that night you had that damn dream!"

"It's called worrying, Dean!"

"Yeah, but you know that they're fine now! You saw them returning from their trip. They said that they would return on Monday, not Friday night."

"What if they come back early?" And pacing resumes.

"Did they look like they were rushing back to something?" Silence. "Sam I can't see if you're moving your head."

"Oh yeah. No, they seemed happy."

"Right. They're happy right now. And here you are, worrying sick. You're like an old man Sam."

"Shut up, man! They don't know what's coming! I Do!"

"So what! Just because you know what's going to happen that means that you have to go and get all anal and pace a damn trench in the floor!" And before Sam could say anything, Dean's voice rose away from the night time whisper into all out talking volume. "NO! I just mean that when the time comes, you'll be ready to help them! That's it! Not now, not even tomorrow! Got it "

Sam had stopped pacing and was now facing Dean. He was silent and maybe a little startled. He stood there, looking back at his brother and not knowing what to say. Dean was right. But, it wasn't Sam's place to point that out.

"Right," Dean replied his own question, lowering his voice once again. He settled back down in the bed as if the whole issue had been resolved. He closed his eyes but Sam's form remained still in front of his bed.

"Saaammm," Dean rang out annoyed, not opening his eyes. If he saw the kid just standing there he was very likely to get up and toss him to his own bed.

Apparently, this sunk into the younger boy as he snapped out of his ravine and turned back to his own bed. He sat down on the edge and began to fumble with his shirt.

"Get in the bed and pretend to be asleep like every other good little boy, Sammy. You're driving me mad with all you're fussing."

"Babies fuss, Dean." Sam replied softly. At that, Dean had to open his eyes and see if his brother was serious with that statement.

Sadly enough, he was. But, being the great brother and hunter he was, Dean also observed how the boy fought against himself to not fall asleep. And he'd be damned if he didn't know that it was for more than just those girls and their trip.

"Sammy, just…try and not to think so hard about it ok. I know its hard being here and all, but you can't let it get to you. Come on, kid, this isn't like you. Get a grip, please, so we can both get some shut eye."

"Fine." Sam said real soft like. And he actually did get what his brother was trying to say. Dean could see Sam's worry over Jess and how if everything before reminded him of here being back by Stanford was like a smack on the face.

Sam stretch back on the bed and after a few minutes pulled the covers over him. He heard Dean moving about on his bed. He could feel his brother's eyes watching him and somehow that made his transition into sleep that much easier.

tbc...Tuesday...Kindly review:D And isn't Dean adorable!!!!