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I'm FINALLY back :D My laptop is… well… healthy again :D… I've missed him so much.

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You can fight the sleep… not the dream

Sam had a pillow hugged to his chest, tears running down his cheeks, trying hard not to look at his father, who was sitting on the couch, Dean in front of him. The youth was working on his father's arm, supplying neat stitches, murmuring apologized whenever John moaned.

"Okay… done…" Dean announced with a thick voice.

"Dean… my head needs stitches." John looked up at the bright eyes of his son, who was shaking his head.

"Dad… it…it… I'm sorry I don't…" Dean took a deep breath, he was trembling heavily.

"Hey… hey… buddy… look at me… look at me." John caught his son's hands with one hand, holding Dean's chin with the other. "It has to be done. You can do it… I need you to do it." Dean nodded, tears in his eyes.

"You need me to help you out?" Nika suddenly stood beside the youth, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Dean looked up at him critically, thinking about whether he trusted him or not, but eventually he moved, rubbing his eyes, walking over to his little brother, so Nika could patch his father up.

John nodded at Nika, waiting for him to help him.

"Hey Sammy… you okay?" Dean sat down on the bed, Sam was sitting on, leaning against the headboard. Immediately Sam scooted beside him, his head buried in the pillow. Dean took this as a no and began to caress the younger boy's back.

"Okay old man…" Nika smirked. "Let's take a look at this gash, but don't puke at me." John glared up at the foreigner, while Nika was busy preparing the needle.

John hissed, when the item pierced through his raw flesh and even though he felt that Nika tried to be gentle, it hurt unbearable. The oldest man wondered whether one shouldn't get used to that kind of pain after being stitched hundreds of times, but there would always be pain.

He gave a somewhat gloating smile, when John grimaced in pain. "Done…" Nika grinned, wetting the towel with some alcohol.

"Ah… you sonofabitch." John cursed, when Nika wiped the sore spot with the alcohol.

"Don't sue me… I can let you bleed to death next time." Nika tossed the towel into the bathroom, when he walked over to the couch. John grumbled something, but gave up fighting with the man.

"What happened dad?" Dean asked, while he laid Sam down on the mattress. The younger boy had fallen asleep beside him, still curled around the pillow. "You've said you would just do some research."

John stood up, not without some problems to walk over to his sons, sitting down beside Dean. "I did… but this thing planned something else. They're following us." John grumbled, still sweating. "I think the Satyolatos knows that he is the character of a book."

"Why would you think that?" Nika asked, frowning.

"He was telling me that I'm wasting time with searching for something similar like him." The father looked up. "He is the only one."

"Dad… do you really trust him… he is lying." Dean said desperate… they needed to find a way to kill that thing. Somehow.

"I'm sorry… but we can't kill something what can't die… he is able orb… so we can't lock it somewhere… so…" John said defeated.

"You're giving up…" Dean stated disappointed. Even Nika looked down, no smirk playing around his lips, but only disgust evident in his face.

"I'm not giving up… I'm just realistic." John ran his hand through his hair, looking so much older than usual. "We have to get them off from our trails. Then we can try to find a way to waste that thing."

"Did you find out how to kill the Sandman?" Nika asked. "Or didn't you do anything meaningful?"

"Shut the hell up…" John yelled, grunting in pain when he moved his arm. "…I'm trying to protect my family here… perhaps you have no idea how that feels, but I'm gonna loose them if I can't stop this thing."

"I have no idea?" Nika shouted and for the first time Dean could see a really strong emotions beneath the tough surface. Hate… rage. But that vanished as fast as it had appeared, when the man walked over to the bed, too, standing in front of it with his whole height. "Next time… I swear… I won't stitch you up, but pour a little salt in your wound." He threatened.

"Yeah? Next…" John wanted to counter, but was interrupted by his son.

"Dad…" Dean yelled hysterical, when Sam suddenly start to cough, spitting blood.

"Sammy…" John stood up, regardless the pain in his head an arm. "No… no… no… Sammy… come on… what's up?"

"He's sleeping…" Dean sat his brother up, leaning him against his side, a hand moving through his brother's hair. "Dad… do something…"

"I… I…" John cupped his younger son's cheek into his hand, his other hand on Sam's knee.

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He could still feel the cold blade in his stomach, when the Sandman had already pulled it out. "You know why my master picked me to help him…?" The man looked at him, piercing him with his green eyes.

The boy was trembling tears running down his cheeks… 'Dad… Dean…help!' He thought.

"Everybody would think that I'm just the weak guy, the big… strong Satyolatos is dragging around. But I can something nobody else can…" He grinned.

'Sammy'… Sam heard the soft voice of his brother… Dean was scared.

"Dreaming is powerful, little guy…" The Sandman explained. "And your brother happens to see your sleeping body being ripped apart… what a pity…"

'Sammy… please.' Dean was begging by now. "Dad… what's happening? Dad... Sammy… come on… please wake up, wake up…"

"Dean…" Sam grunted. He wanted to wake up… but he was trapped.

"I think… you've learned your lesson… tell your dad that he should give up, or you all gonna die… and YOU, kiddo… are gonna be the first one. I'm gonna take care of you. Just remember… you can fight the sleep… but not the dream." He smirked, before he snipped his fingers.

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