Wow, the response to this has been overwhelming! Thank you all so much. Here is the next chapter.

Cindy.

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Pressure on his face brought Sam awake with a jolt. He couldn't breathe, and it took him a moment before he realized he was being smothered with what felt like a pillow. Survival mode kicked in and he grabbed the two strong arms that were pressing the pillow onto his face, cutting off his air supply. He bucked up from the bed in an attempt to break the hold the intruder had on him. He tried kicking out, but his legs were confined by the blankets.

He had a brief thought of Dean. Was he okay? Had they already gotten to him? Sam beat and clawed the arms, trying to dislodge them, but his head was swimming and his movements were becoming more and more sluggish. He had no more strength left to fight. His last thought before he felt the darkness claim him was of Dean.

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Dean continued to press on the pillow as Sam tried in vain to free himself. Sam's body lurched up from the bed, but the effort was of no good, he was already too weak to do much to loosen Dean's hold. He continued to beat on Dean's arms, but each hit became weaker until his arms fell limply to his sides. A smile crept across Dean's face. He glanced down to Sam's limp arms and then he saw the dark bruising around his right wrist. Something clicked in Dean's mind, and he jerked the pillow away, staring at his brother's lax face in horror.

"Sammy?" Dean whispered, his whole body shaking. He walked to the side of the bed, his feet feeling as if they were weighted down. Sam was pale, his lips tinged a sickening blue. Dean leaned over Sam in shock and whispered again. "Sammy, please wake up."

Suddenly Sam gasped, his eyes flying open and darting around the room frantically. "DEAN!" he screamed, before realizing that Dean was standing beside the bed looking at him with a spaced out look on his face. And Dean was holding a pillow. When Sam saw the pillow, his eyes widened as realization hit. He jumped from the bed, his legs tangling in the blankets. He nearly fell, but finally stood up on the opposite side of the bed.

"Dean! What the hell!?" Sam shouted, holding his hand out in front of him as Dean started moving toward him.

"Sam, I don't know what...I had a nightmare. Oh my God, are you okay?" Dean cried, stopping when he saw the fear in his little brothers eyes.

"No! I'm not okay. You just tried to kill me! Would you be okay?" Sam swayed slightly and backed up until his back hit the wall. "God Dean! I thought whoever was attacking me had already gotten to you. What's going on?"

"I don't know Sam. I remember going out to get my phone last night, and then I woke up from a bad nightmare, then the next thing I remember is looking down and seeing myself holding a pillow over your face! I pulled it away and you looked like...Oh God Sammy! You looked like you were dead!" Dean cried, suddenly realizing that he was still holding onto the pillow. He threw it violently across the room as if it burned his hands.

Sam stood with his back against the wall, not sure what to do. He watched Dean warily as Dean moved to sit on the end of Sam's bed, resting his head in his hands.

"Sam, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I don't know what's wrong with me. The thoughts I'm having. I think I'm going crazy," Dean whispered, Sam barely able to hear his words.

"Dean, I...I don't know what to say to you. I guess maybe you were still in your dream. But, who's to say this won't happen again?" Sam said, warily moving toward his bed, then sitting down next to Dean.

Dean glanced up at Sam, still seeing fear in his hazel eyes. Fear he had put there. He had just about killed his brother, and here was Sam, as scared as he was, trying to comfort him. If he hadn't seen Sam's bruised wrist, he probably would have succeeded in killing him. A shudder quaked through his body, and he quickly rose from the bed, afraid that he might hurt Sam again.

"Sam, please, are you okay?" Dean asked, his voice shaking.

"I'm...I'm okay Dean. But I don't know what to do. This could happen again, if you have another nightmare. Do we take that chance?" Sam asked, his eyes pleading with Dean to fix this.

"I'll figure this out Sam, I promise. I just need to think. I'm gonna go for a drive for a while to clear my head. You stay here, get some rest, okay?" Dean said, removing his sleep clothes and dressing in his jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Yeah, okay Dean," Sam replied. "Dean, I really am fine."

"No you're not Sam. You're afraid of me. I can see it in your eyes, but I will fix this."

"I'm sorry Dean. It's just...." Sam began, but couldn't finish the sentence.

"Sammy, you have nothing to be sorry for. You have every right to be afraid. I...I almost killed you, and I don't know why!" Dean cried, pulling on his jacket and grabbing his keys and cell phone. "You get some rest. I'll be back later. I'll bring you breakfast, okay?"

"Okay Dean. Be careful," Sam replied, his eyes falling to his hands that were clasped on his lap.

Dean glanced at Sam, on the verge of tears. He swallowed, pushing the tears back. "I will fix this Sam. I will, I promise!" he said before slipping out the door.

"I hope so Dean," Sam whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek.

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That's all for now. I may post another chapter later tonight. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you thought.

Cindy.