Thanks for the reviews...I made a little mistake in the last part, should've said set after home not before. Anyway here's the next part...I just want to apoligise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes AND for the short chapters.

Part 1:

After his dream, Sam hadn't been able to get back to sleep - his mind was too awake now as he tried to work out what the dream was all about. The pain had hit soon afterwards, a sharp pain deep in his skull. He groaned, running a hand through his dark unruly hair, and glanced again at the sleeping form in the other bed.

Why had the memory been all messed up? Who the hell was Mark? Or the baby for that matter? And where the hell had Dean been?

He rubbed his temples and slowly got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise and wake Dean. Once in the bathroom he splashed cold water on his face and proceeded to take some much needed Aspirin. Suddenly the screaming face of his mother flashed before his eyes and he jolted, almost falling over before promptly throwing up.

He didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor the soft footsteps as his brother entered the room - having been wakened by Sam throwing up.

"Sam...you ok?"

Sam straightened up and turned catching a glance of Dean's worried green eyes - he frowned, imagining those eyes wide and fearful and looking up at him. The pain suddenly lanced through his skull again and he let out a gasp, screwing his eyes up in pain.

"Sam! Sammy talk to me!" Dean cried, his voice tinged with worry as he moved to steady his brother. Sam just held his head in his hands not even attempting to answer.

You're scaring me Sam." That got Sam's attention and he slowly opened his pain-filled eyes to look at his brother.

"I'm alright," he whispered, "its just a headache."

"Its more than just a headache Sam," Dean replied, gently guiding the taller Winchester to one of the beds and out of the bathroom.

"Vision?" Sam sighed at the question and went to shake the head but thinking better of it he opened his mouth and replied.

"No...not a vision, he said tiredly, "something else...weird...dream..." he began to slur, his head listing to one side.

"Sam!" Dean cried out, shaking him slightly to try and get his attention. Suddenly, without warning, Sam's eyes snapped open. Glazed hazel eyes stared into worried green ones.

"Dean...who's Mark?"

And then he passed out...