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Hey guys… I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday… but I fell asleep in front of my laptop. :D Pretty uncomfortable.

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Mr. Sandman

„A bed… Dad… I'm really tired of sleeping in the car." Dean grinned at his father, letting himself fall on one of the two beds in the room. John smiled down at the now sixteen year old boy. He was dragging the eleven year old boy, who had fallen asleep in the car. Sam had his arms crossed behind his father's neck, his head on John's shoulder.

"You weren't even sleeping." John laughed, dropping the sleeping form of his younger son on the other bed. Sam didn't move. Dean smiled over to the other bed, snuggling down in his own.

"How could I possible have? Sam was laying on my lap the whole time." Dean chuckled.

"Yeah… right." John nodded. "Dean… have you any idea, why Sam is so tired right now? He is sleeping everywhere he can get just a little bit comfortable."

Dean shrugged. "No idea. You don't think that he's sick… do you?" He asked concerned.

"Nah… just tired." John assured, sitting down on the edge of Dean's bed. "Okay… I have to meet Thomas now. You're good with Sammy?"

"Yeah… sure" Dean nodded, turning around, half asleep already. "Good luck"

"I hope you've had a nice birthday." John ran a gentle hand through his kid's hair. "Good night…"

Dean didn't hear everything his dad said, now fully asleep, he knew everything his father wanted to say anyway.

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"'ammy? What ya doing?" Dean pushed himself up with one arm, yawning, when he heard his little brother stand up from the other bed, he couldn't look straight through his eyes, too tired and sleepy.

His little brother didn't answer though, walking to the entrance of the room. "Sammy." Dean repeated fully awake, when his brother left. He jumped up from his bed, chasing after his brother. "Where are you going?" When he saw the empty gave of is little brother, Dean's guts wrenched. "Damn it Sam… are you sleep-walking…"

Seemed so…

Sam had his eyes cracked open, walking in the direction of the parking lot. Dean bit his lip… he once heard that you shouldn't wake up a sleep-walker. But his little brother was running around in the snow, without shoes or a jacket. "Sam" He gripped his brother's arm, emphasizing his brother's name.

Sam immediately focused his gaze. "Where… what?" He looked around. When he saw Dean he jerked back. "You…"

"Sam… what's up?" Dean took a step forward, causing Sam to fall in the snow, when the boy stumbled back.

"Sam…" Dean tried again, when he saw his little brother's scared look. But Sam scooted backwards. "What's up?"

"Have to go away… have to get sweet dreams… you don't dream well…" Sam rambled, not saying too many sensible things. "Have to go…"

"Oh god…" Dean whispered. His brother was still not really here. "Sam… come on... please…"

"Go 'way…" Sam urged, glaring at the older boy from his spot on the ground.

Not risking the younger boy to catch a cold, Dean apologized silently to his pain in the ass little brother, before lifting him up from the ground, throwing him over his right shoulder, pinning the legs against his body.

"Stop… stop" Sam squirmed, insisting to struggle free, but Dean was too tall and too well trained.

"Stop hitting me." Dean hissed harsh, when Sam let his fists rain down on his big brother's back. "Ouch" The youth bit his lip, when the kid hit his spin hard.

"Sammy stop it." He shouted, and finally, probably because of the use of the nickname or the increased tone, Sam recovered from his trance, suddenly limp hanging over Dean's shoulder. The older boy let out a breath, shifting his brother, sitting Sam down in his hip. His little brother trembled, because of the coldness and the knowing what he had done a few seconds ago.

"Stay here" Dean let Sam fall onto the couch, back in the room, his own teeth chatting. Note to myself: Snow and bare feet: bad idea. He thought, taking other pyjamas-pants, changing into it, when he realized that the legs were wet from the snow. Than he took fresh pyjamas for Sam, since his brother had decided to lay down in the snow.

"Move your ass and change into fresh clothes." Dean ordered with a false smile. Sam could tell that his brother was mad… rather furious. Sam swallowed when Dean's smile vanished before he turned around, heading to his bed. The boy himself huffed, before he removed his cold, wet clothes, flipping into the fresh ones, listening carefully what his brother was going to do.

"Hey dad" Sam heard his brother's quiet voice, but couldn't listen to much more, when his brother went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The younger boy ran a hand through his hair, he was scared. There was no way to deny that. And he was tired… he wanted nothing more but sleep.

"Hey Sammy…" The brown-haired kid felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. "…move over"

Sam scooted at one side of the couch, sitting down crossed-leg, so that he could lean against the armrest and face his brother.

"Have you any problems or something like that?" Dean mirrored his brother's position, their knees touching.

"What?" Sam asked taken aback. "No… I…"

"You would tell me when something's bothering you?" Dean interrupted him.

"Of course…" Sam wasn't that sure. "What did dad tell you?"

"He told me that I can search for another monster who messes with peoples sleep, but he doesn't actually think that this is a Sandman who is after you…" Dean responded.

"Anyway" Dean continued after a short pause. "I don't really think that it is a Sandman dad's after… since this guy doesn't follow a scheme… dad found a body tonight, and all his bones are broken… laying in his kitchen." Dean rambled. "The last man in Montana? Yeah… we were in Montana… Yeah… the last man back there was strangled… on his living-room floor. But dad and Thomas were following the signs… and it is the same monster."

"What are we gonna do?" Sam asked his big brother, yawning.

"Try to get some sleep before dad comes and pick us up…" Dean suggested, turning around, leaning heavily against the back of the couch. "Go and fetch our blankets." Sam obeyed, to tired to fight and honestly to scared to sleep.

After he arrived back at the couch, he curled around his blanket, like a cat around a cotton ball, his legs over Dean's lap, who covered himself and his little brother with his blanket, a reassuring hand on his brother's calf.

After some time, the youth moved his hand over his brother's spin, needing to make sure, that Sammy was there. The little boy shuddered under the gentle touch… already fast asleep. Dean wouldn't sleep tonight… he was sure.

Tough, the lack of sleep overwhelmed him and he fell into a restless sleep, having a bad feeling. He couldn't explain it, but his chest tightened with every breath he took.

Nightmares and memories haunted, memories about his brother running around outside.

Cold

Alone

…Asleep.

Something bad was coming.

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