Chapter Six

[Sam's POV]

I stared out of the window; thinking about what had happened a week ago and how drastically my life had changed. A week ago I was on my way to becoming a lawyer and having a great future with Jess. I was going to have that normal life that I had always dreamed of, and maybe I could have persuaded Dean to join me. But now, now I was on my way to finding Dad so that we could hunt the thing that had killed Jess.

I still had nightmares about Jess, but this time it wasn't the fear about what would happen to her, it was about what had already happen to her. Jess had burned up on that ceiling. I'd been having that dream for days before it had happened, but I'd just shrugged it off. I'd thought that it was nothing more than what it was supposed to be-a dream. But boy had I been wrong, I had been so, so wrong!

"Hey Sammy, you alright," Dean asked, nudging me as I realised that I had fallen asleep again. I could see the concern clearly etched on his face.

"Yeah," I nodded my head and stretched out a little bit, "I'm fine." I knew that I was lying to him, but I didn't want him to worry about me, especially since he already had a lot to worry about.

"You wanna drive?" Dean asked, looking over at me expectantly.

I turned to look at him amused, "Dean, in all these years that we've been hunting together, you never once asked me that question."

Dean shrugged, immediately getting all defensive, "I was just asking." It wasn't too hard to figure out that he was really worried about me.

"Look, I know that you're worried about me but I'm fine…really!" I tried to convince him with a smile.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Dean murmured, rolling his eyes. I just shook my head at him as I got comfortable and my eyes drifted to the back seat where Sherry was sitting.

I was surprised to see that she was awake, since I hadn't even heard a word from her just now. She had a notepad and a pencil in her hand, and she was leaning over it to sketch something with a lot of concentration. She must have realised that I was looking at her because she suddenly looked up at me, and gave me a warm smile.

"Good morning sleepy head," she said, putting her notepad to the side.

"Morning," I replied, rubbing my eyes and stretching a little in my seat. Damn, I hadn't gotten much sleep lately. With us travelling at these strange hours and those nightmares haunting me, it was getting more and more difficult to sleep. Hell, the truth was that I just tried to put off sleeping these days, since it got harder and harder to see those nightmares about Jess every single day.

I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn, but both Sherry and Dean happened to notice it anyways. "When's the last time you had a good night's sleep?" Dean asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.

Sherry shook her head at me knowingly, "It's those nightmares again isn't it?" she asked and I didn't even need to look at Dean's expressions to see what they would be.

"What nightmares?" he asked, switching his gaze from me to Sherry.

I gave Sherry a look that clearly said 'no' and she bit her lip, hesitantly.

"Look whatever these things are, you gotta tell me about them Sammy. You can't go around hiding things from me," Dean said, clearly pissed off about the fact that I was keeping something from him.

"Well, I'm sorry Dean but I told you that I'm fine," I emphasised on the last word. I didn't have to tell Dean everything because he would just end up worrying about me even more than he already was.

I didn't want him to concentrate on me and treat me like a kid. I was an adult now, and was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

A few minutes later though, I felt the guilt taking over and before I even knew it I was telling Dean all about the nightmares that I used to have about Jessica.

"Well, so much for not telling him anything," I heard Sherry murmur under her breath. She shook her head with a slight smile on her face.

"Yeah, and so much for being fine," Dean said, glaring at us both.

I could see that what I'd told Dean had worried him and, hell, it had worried me too. But I thought that maybe Dean would know what to do and maybe we could find a way to figure out what these nightmares were and why I was getting them.

"What do you think Dean? Do you think that there's something wrong with me?" I asked him.

"No!" Dean said a little too quickly, "Maybe it's just a co-incidence," he shrugged it off.

I hoped so. I hoped desperately that there was nothing really wrong with me and that everything was normal-that I was normal. But I could feel Dean's eyes on me as he drove along, and I continued to look out the window, and somehow this time I didn't believe him.

Writer's note: A bit of an emotional chapter, I know! *eye roll*

Phew…this chapter was emotionally exhausting to write since I've never been an emotional kind of person. But I did promise a chapter in Sam's POV….and well since it was Sam in his post 'Jess-burning-in-the-fire' days I had to include a little bit of fluff.

Anyway…coming up next-a bit of action. The Wendigo hunt!