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Dean refused to practice for his GED after his father's phone call. He seemed to sink further into his shell, barley talking-even to Sam-mostly responding with nods or shakes of his head.

Sam knew it had to do with their father. Dean could probably hear him on the other end and his voice most likely brought back horrible memories. But it was more than that, Sam could tell. What had happened that night to make Dean like this? He was determined to find out and reverse it.

A week after the phone call Sam found Dean sitting on the couch, holding his legs to his chest. Jess was at work, so Sam assumed this was a good time to discuss things with Dean alone. Sam sat down next to Dean and smiled. Dean glanced at him for a brief moment and then turned his head down again, staring at his knees.

"Dean what's bothering you man? I thought maybe you just needed some time, but you're not getting better. What's wrong?" Sam asked

"Nothing" Dean replied in a quiet, clipped tone.

"It's not nothing Dean. I won't stop bothering you until you tell me. What's bothering you? I tell you everything and I want you to tell me everything, I want you to let me in like I let you."

"I'm a failure." Dean whispered

"Dean! I thought we already went through this! Were you listening to me at all? It's not your fault you couldn't go to school..."

"It's not about school!" Dean said, practically yelling. It was the first time Sam had heard Dean raise his voice since he brought him home. But Dean quickly lowered his voice again. "It's about you."

"What about me?" Sam was beyond confused

"I...I failed you. I promised myself to always keep you safe from the things Dad did to me. To shield you from that horrible stuff he did...and I told you what he did...I let you know what he did to me when I was supposed to protect you from that!" Dean had tears in his eyes now. Sam couldn't believe that all this was about Sam, after all Dean had been through he was still worrying about his baby brother.

"Dean, I needed to know what he did to you. I need to know what a bad man he is so I can protect you. I'm glad you told me Dean. Now we can all watch out for him. Now I know what he truly is. You saved me from believing he was a somewhat decent father, now I know the truth. I needed to know the truth. Plus, I already knew before you told me."

"What?" Dean asked, his voice barley a whisper

"I know it sounds unbelievable. But...it's how I found you. I had a nightmare about you in that building in the same spot you were actually in. Then dad came and...and he shot you Dean. I woke up and I couldn't help but find that building, just in case you were there. And you were there. It was the strangest thing but I'm so glad it happened because I got to save you." He explained

Dean started at Sam with wide eyes and actually kept eye contact. "Thank you. I figured he'd kill me. But...don't you see me as...pathetic now? Not the same older brother you knew but a wimpy man that can't even protect himself?"

"No, no no no Dean! I still see you as the older brother who protected me his whole life, who watched out for me, who raised me! You are not pathetic or a wimp, Dean you're the strongest person I know! To go through all that and to be able to live through it! You're amazing Dean. I just wished you would've told me what he did. I could've called the cops, you could've called them."

"I didn't want anyone taking you away from me." Dean said, this seemed to be the main focus of Deans life- staying with his baby brother to protect him at all times

"No ones going to take me away from you now. We won't ever be separated again."

Dean looked up at Sam with wide, hopeful eyes, begging for what Sam had just said to be true. "You promise me?"

"Yes, I promise you. I'm so sorry I left you with that sick thing to go to college. I asked you to come with me..."

"But I knew if I came, he would have gotten even madder and he would've come after us. He was already furious at me for accepting your decision to go to college and not taking his side. I left with you, he would not stop until I was dead, and that would put you in danger too."

"I know. It's not your fault Dean. I never should have left though." Sam sighed

"You didn't know what was going on. Don't blame yourself."

Sam laughed without humor. "That's good advice Dean, you should take it. Don't blame yourself. But you're my brother, I shouldn't have left you. You're more important to me than anything, I thought you were safe but I was wrong. I promise you I'll never leave again."

Dean nodded and for the first time Sam saw light in his eyes, hope for the future. He could fix Dean, he was positive of it now.

Sam smiled and put an arm around Dean. "Hey, how about I teach you to drive? I know how much you love that Impala."

Dean's face fell just a little. Sammy, it's not that I failed the road test over and over like dad said. It was that he never let me take it. Said I had no use for driving."

"I know Dean; I kinda figured it was something like that. Oh, and you will have use for driving. So what do you say? You want to learn?" Sam asked him, his tone light.

"Alright." Dean said and smiled and it made Sam's heart fill with joy knowing that he brought hat smile to Dean's face.

Dean was much better than Sam ever expected to be at driving. He seemed so at ease in the car, especially the Impala. He would practice hours on end with Sam and made practically no mistakes. Sam realized Dean could take his road test now and pass with flying colors, but Dean wasn't comfortable around people other than Sam and Jess. He would wait until Dean had more socializing skills so he could feel safe in the car with the driving instructor.

It was a week and a half after Sam had talked to Dean and he was really opening up around Jess now. He would walk in from class to find them sitting o the couch together, eating popcorn and making fun of cheesy old movies. Or they would be sitting at the small kitchen table playing a board game or Jess would be helping him study for the GED. Dean was getting much better at that too. Still not good enough to pass, but he was making steady progress and would be able to pass soon.

'Your brother's amazing." Jess told Sam "I never had a just a guy friend that I could tell everything to. I actually have more fun with him than with my girl friends!"

Sam was so happy Jess and Dean had become so close. He had expected them to get along and talk. But they got along so much better than that, they were best friends and Sam couldn't ask for anything better.

Then one day Sam was woken up by a horrible nightmare. He had dreamt that an apartment building where most of his friends lived had caught on fire and mostly everyone had died in the fire. He got out of the bed slowly to not wake Jess up (Dean was now sleeping in the guest room) and grabbed a cup of water. Seeing as how he didn't feel tired anymore he sat on the couch and turned on the news. The cup he held in his hand slipped from his grasp and shattered on the ground.

The apartment in his dreams, it was on fire, for real. It looked exactly how he pictured it in his nightmare.

Sam felt like throwing up. He had another dream that had actually happened, only this time he couldn't save anyone.

Why in the world was he having dreams of people dieing before it happened?

What in the world was going on with him?