A/N: Thanks to my Beta Jade! She's amazing!

I also wanted to inform all of you that I posted a oneshot for Jenny. I lost a bet with my friend Becs and she let me pay her back with writing. Then she felt bad so she wrote me one too. lol. And you should definitely check hers out too if you read her Elli Winchester Stories.

Bad Dream, Part 2

I lay in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin, blocking out any cold air from entering. I only stir when I hear someone moving quickly in the hallway, slamming a drawer shut in the process. As I turn to my door I see the shadow of someone walking down the hall. Looking to my clock I see that it is merely four o'clock in the morning, or in other words, way too early for me to be up, especially on a weekend. I sigh, rolling over on my stomach and burrowing my head into my pillows to fall back asleep.

"Dean, Come on. We have to get on the road soon!" Sam yells in an extreme hurry.

I snap up in bed with a confused expression across my face. What the hell? They don't have a hunt this weekend.

I slide out of the bed and let my tube socks hit the cold hardwood floor. As I walk I rub the tiredness out of my eyes before pushing my slightly opened door to a fully opened position.

"Sam?" I ask curiously, looking around the empty hallway. "Dean?"

I walk to the entryway of Sam's room and peak through the door to see him placing some of his newly folded laundry in his green duffel bag.

"Dean, Are you almost ready?!" Sam yells before finally looking up to see my petite form in the doorway. "Hey, when did you wake up?" He places down his clothes, and tries to take any attention off of himself.

"Sam? What's going on?" I ask, squinting my eyes in confusion and sleepiness. I hug my bare arms to protect from the air that is a little too chilly for my liking.

"Oh, well…" He starts and I immediately know that I am not going to like this news "Dean and I are going on a hunt."

"What? You promised that you would be home this weekend!" I argue. For the past few weeks Sam has been looking for any excuse to go on a hunt, and spending time with me was a rare occasion. However, last week before he and Dean left on their third hunt for the month without me I made him promise to be home this weekend.

"I know, Jen. But something came up." He tries to explain as he walks over towards me and places a hand on my shoulder giving me those puppy eyes of his, but I am not up for it.

"Like what?" I raise my voice, shoving his hand off my shoulder "What came up at four in the morning that was so important you couldn't wait to leave?"

"Listen Jenny…"

"No. Whatever. Just forget about it." I sigh turning around and walk towards the door.

"Jen!" Sam yells strongly, causing me to turn around. I open my mouth to yell, but once my eyes find his I pause, troubled. He looks so hurt, like there is something vital going on, something life altering. I know he has been troubled lately. I am not around him much anymore when he sleeps, but Dean has informed me that his dreams have yet to stop.

"Sam?" I ask scared, my heart aching at the sight of his obvious pain "What's going on?"

"Nothing." He mumbles not even close to convincingly as he turns back to his clothes.

"Bull shit" I mutter softly walking to his bed and standing next to him as he places a sweatshirt in his duffel "What's wrong?" I speak with more urgency than before.

"Jenny, nothing's wrong." He shakes his head, laughing, like he has no idea what I am talking about as he refolds his favorite red shirt and looks up at me "I'm fine. Everything's fine." The small smirk he adds at the end is what finally sends me over the edge.

"Stop it!" I yell, grabbing the shirt from his hands and throwing it onto the bed "Just stop pretending that everything is okay and tell me what's wrong!"

"Jenny…" Sam starts, still looking at me like I am the one with a problem. His startled expression at my outburst only adds to my fury. He knows what I am talking about, yet he still keeps up the act. Doesn't he trust me at all?

"Don't Sam!" I warn "Don't tell me that everything is okay! What is going on?!"

"What are you talking about?!" He is now forgetting the duffel and addressing me as he grows angry and frustrated.

"What am I talking about?!" I laugh in sheer disbelieve "I'm talking about the fact that you don't talk to me anymore!"

"What? Jenn…"

"I'm talking about the fact that you are never home anymore! You always are out on hunts! And…" My voice cracks as tears come to my eyes, causing my voice too turn more somber, "What happened to us Sam? We used to share everything." I shake my head sadly looking up into Sam eyes. He is fighting tears as he watches me break.

"We do." His voice is raspy, using all of his strength to hold in his tears.

"Really?" I ask angry, but my voice is too tired to be raised "Then tell me Sam, what do you dream about?" This causes his tears to finally fall down his face as he is too surprised to hold them in. "When you cry in your sleep, yelling out my sister's name…" I struggle to get out the words through my cries "What do you see? What is it that you are so scared to tell me?"

Sam tightens his eyes, hoping to close off the flow of his streaming tears as he wipes at them with his palm. He looks down and I search for his eyes but they are unreachable. "Jenn…" He starts, with a hitched voice "I…." He breaks off, unable to finish.

"Please Sam." I place my arms on his shoulders, begging with my eyes "Just tell me. Please!"

He looks so scared, broken, like he is dreadfully lost and confused. I follow his lead as he sits back on the bed slowly, keeping my body directly towards him as I sit, watching his every distinct move.

"It started a week before she died." He begins "I thought they were just dreams, but…but then it happened." His voice is high pitched as he continues to cry.

"What happened? What did you see?"

For the first time since sitting he looks me in the eyes "Her death."

Did he just…Please tell me I just imagined that? No, he couldn't have. It doesn't make any sense.

"What?" I breathe heavily, feeling as if some just keeps piling more weight on to my chest "You…You…"

"I didn't even consider that they could be real, Jenny. If I had known I would have done something, you have to believe me!" He sounds urgent and scared, scared of losing me.

"No…it doesn't make any sense…" I cry, choosing denial as my weapon "She…you…It can't." I shake my head crying. This isn't right. It isn't possible. Too many thoughts whirl around my brain, causing me too shake my head vigorously in an attempt to clear the fog rolling in.

"I'm sorry Jenn. I wish I didn't have these nightmares but I do. I keep having them."

"Them?" I ask confused, trying to ignore my constant flow of tears "You have other ones besides Jess's."

He looks down ashamed "Last night…I had another. That is why I have to go. I have to protect this person Jenn. I can't let them get hurt." As his tone becomes graver he begins to stop crying and becomes all business. He is not fooling around while someone's life is on the line.

I nod my head understandingly, but with the scared look still in my eyes as I find the floor "Then you should go. You should help these people."

"If you want I could…"

"No just go." I try to give a smile, but I doubt it is convincing "They need your help."

He nods his head understandingly before placing a shaky but comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me ease immediately "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I…I don't know." I shake my head tiredly, tired of feeling alone "Just please…please don't leave me here. I don't want to be alone Sam."

Sam shakes his head immediately "This is dangerous, Jen. You can't come with us."

"Please." I whimper, about to finally lose it "Please take me with you. I want to be with you." I look deep into his eyes, pleading for him not to leave me. His hazel eyes are set as he tries to convey his disapproval. I look back defiantly; ready to hold his gaze until he breaks. If not, resort to pleading.

"I…" He breaks off thinking it over in his head. I know he thinks that is a bad idea but once he looks back up at my broken and tearstained face he gives in. "If you go you have to stay in the motel. This hunt isn't a joke, its serious business and you're not ready for it."

I let out a large sigh of relief, wrapping my arms around Sam's torso as I cling to him dearly. It's like after weeks and weeks of feeling incomplete I am finally whole. I don't think it would be possible for me to hug him any tighter. I want to say thank you but the sobs are too busy making their way out of my throat for anything else to come out.

"It's okay." Sam soothes, stroking my hair "You're okay."

He rubs his hand soothingly on my back, stronger once the sobs begin to make my small and fragile form tremble. He places a kiss on the top of my head, resting there as he comforts me.

"Sam, you ready?" I hear from down the hallway.

Sam only moves an inch, and I cling to him fiercely, not wanting him to leave me. I haven't felt this close to him since I found out about his dreams, and I don't want to lose him like that ever again. "It's okay, Jen. I'm not going anywhere." He whispers in assurance.

"Hey Sam, When are we…" Dean's breaks off, but I don't even look up to see him at the door. I just keep my head buried in Sam's chest, crying into his sweatshirt.

"Sam?" Dean whispers over my cries, coming to the side of the bed and trying to get a look at my face, which is hidden, as he places a comforting hand on my back "What happened?"

"We'll talk about it later." Sam assures quietly "Can you go pack Jenny a bag?"

"A bag? Where is she…?" Dean stops, slowly figuring it out in his head "Please tell me you don't mean…"

"Yeah I do." Sam nods "She's coming with us."

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