*****THIS CHAPTER IS RATED VERY M for mature content. BLOOD/GORE VIOLENCE…******

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I sincerely apologize for the wait. I've been working on updates on a lot of other stories…like it was all confusing. BUT I am trying to do this. This chapter is being a pain in my butt so the quality is slightly lower than usual…and Idk exactly who would fear what but I hope it's okay.

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This chapter and the next will be rated 'M' just to be safe because some dark stuff is about to happen. Nothing sexual…just violence-ish. I also didn't have time to edit…plz ignore spelling and grammar mistakes.

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Chapter 40: Nightmare:

Sam sighed as he closed his laptop. He glanced around the motel room in irritation. This one – if possible – looked worse than the usual. It was small and dark; the walls were a dark red and the carpet a dark tan. Ugly paintings of weird colors slapped together to create faces filled the empty spaces. The beds were hard and springy with blankets with the theme of friggen multicolored paint splatters…what the hell…paint splatters? He turned to see Dean sitting on the other bed, legs crossed as he cleaned a shot gun.

"I can't find crap on this," Sam said with a sigh. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair before placing the laptop on the floor. He glanced at the alarm clock; it was already 1:03 AM.

Dean turned emerald eyes to him "Did you call Bobby?" he asked.

Sam nodded "Yeah…he is researching."

They had come to this town after several uncommon deaths occurred. People were being killed in such random ways…one victim was killed by ants. Now, of course it doesn't seem all that uncommon but it was the type of ants. These ants, known as Bullet ants, usually only live in rainforests in Nicaragua and Paraguay…not in northern Minnesota. Sam researched and found out their sting is so painful, it feels worse than being shot with a bullet. That alone must have been agonizing but this victim was attacked by a swarm…a swarm that was never found by investigators. That fact had Sam's skin crawling slightly. He glanced around the room in concern for a moment. When they spoke to friends about the victim, all they said was the victim had been deathly afraid of ants and that they kept complaining about seeing them for a few days before they died.

The second victim was killed by a lamprey. The body as a whole had appeared shriveled and shrunken slightly as there was not much left inside of it. There was a bite mark on the person's lower back that was circular with small indentured and then a larger one in the middle of the circle where the organs and blood was sucked through. He shivered slightly at that. Apparently, the body was found washed up on the lakeside. And again, the victim's friends and family had said that the person was deathly afraid of lampreys.

The third victim – which happened just earlier that day – was found dead from a snake bite. While that might sound common, the strange part was that the snake bite was from an Inland Taipan, one of the most poisonous snakes in the world. These snakes are usually only native in Australia. The weirdest part about was that the snake bite was from the inside of the person's body. They found the bite on the victim's stomach as well as the snake itself, which was laying though their intestines. That was probably one of the strangest things Sam had seen and he saw a lot. And, when speaking to family, they were told the victim had always had a fear of swallowing an egg from a snake and having it grow inside of them. Of course, that was absurd but hey – some people fear flying and some people fear snakes growing in them.

"Do you think it's Gabriel?" Dean suddenly asked as he placed the shotgun down on the bed.

Sam arched an eyebrow "Seriously Dean?" he asked "Why do you always blame Gabriel for everything?" he felt slightly irritated.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," Dean said, huffing out "I'm just saying…he does weird stuff when he thinks people deserve it."

"Do you think…a family man…a surgeon…and a mother deserves stuff like that?" Sam asked, arching an eyebrow "And he usually doesn't use their worst fears…he just does ironic stuff."

"You never know if they had dirty little secrets," Dean said "Sorry if I offended your boyfriend."

Sam just stared at Dean "You really are a jerk…you won't even give Gabriel a chance."

"Can you friggen blame me? The guy killed me who knows how many times," Dean hissed, holding out his hands as if he was making a major point.

"You still haven't gotten over that?" Sam asked "I had to go through that too…it was worse for me. I should be the one still pissed about it."

"And you're not?" Dean asked, lifting his eyebrows "What exactly did Gabriel do to make you fall all over him because frankly, I don't get it."

Sam ground his teeth and took a deep breath. He was not in the mood for that conversation "He's really good in bed, what can I say?" he said with a smirk, knowing it was a good way to end the conversation.

"Aw come on Sammy. Gross!" Dean hissed, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Sam smirked, knowing the conversation was over.

"Gabriel…if this is your doing down here then you better have a damn good excuse," Dean said, staring up.

"Seriously?" Sam asked, more annoyance seeping in.

"What?" Dean asked, lifting his eyebrows.

Sam rolled his eyes "Gabriel," he called "I have to ask you something."

There was a breeze to indicate Gabriel entering.

Dean turned to stare at his long, arched golden wings. They were poised, the feathers twitching in irritation "Yes Sam?" Gabriel asked.

"Do you know anything about what's going on here?" Sam asked, staring up into those amber gold eyes.

Gabriel knit his eyebrows "Here? Like in this town?" he asked.

Sam nodded "Yeah, we are on a case…strange deaths."

Gabriel shook his head and stared around for a moment, "I have no idea what is happening here."

"Don't play stupid, Gabriel. It sounds just like the cases when you were around," Dean snapped irately.

Gabriel spun, his wings flaring wide and feathers twitching. He set dark eyes on Dean "You listen here, Dean," he growled "I have nothing to do with whatever you have going on. If I did, I would be a little more inconspicuous, don't ya' think?"

Dean just stared at him, feeling the temperature drop "Unless you're being obvious on purpose so we don't suspect you."

"Dean," Sam warned, sensing a very harsh fight brewing.

Gabriel just glared at Dean, who could immediately start to feel his heart clench painfully. He clutched at his chest.

"Gabriel…stop," Sam said, jumping up and shoving at the archangel's shoulder.

Gabriel ground his teeth and turned his eyes, releasing Dean from the literal death stare. Dean gasped and panted.

"I do not have time to sit around and play pranks on people anymore…nor do I have time to help someone so ungrateful," Gabriel said to Dean "Believe it or not but Archangels actually have a job in Heaven and you are currently disrupting mine."

"Sorry Gabriel," Sam said, sensing the tension in the archangel. He was worried for Dean's safety at the moment "We won't bother you again."

Gabriel glared at Dean one last time before smiling at Sam "I'll be seeing you later," he said with a wink before vanishing in a flurry.

Dean huffed out, still trying to catch his breath at the almost-heart-attack Gabriel had given him. He glared at Sam "Do you still trust him?" he asked.

Sam gave him a bitchface "Dean, I just think you're lucky that's all he did…you have to stop treating him like that. He did die for us…don't know if you forgot that."

"I didn't forget it," Dean muttered, pushing the shotgun onto the floor. He sighed and let his head fall back on the pillow.

"Are we going to talk about this case?" Sam asked, staring at his brother, who was curling up on the bed.

Dean mumbled something unintelligible and waved a hand as he closed his eyes.

Sam sighed and decided to just get some rest. They weren't going to find anything about the hunt that night. They were just waiting to hear something from Bobby. Hopefully they would know something soon…before another innocent person got killed by their worst fear.

Sam sighed as he slid beneath the blankets and lay his head down. He clicked off the lamp and closed his eyes, hoping sleep could find him easily that night.

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3:42AM

Dean groaned and rolled over in the bed, the blankets twisting around his feet as he let out a loud snore.

Sam let out a deep breath at the same time as he turned over onto his back, curling his arm around the pillow beneath his head. He slept soundly as the mist swirled through the keyhole of the door and formed into the shape of a lanky, dark cat. The cat stretched on all fours, his long, black top hat falling slightly to the side. The cat pawed it straight before gazing up at the two sleeping forms. He debated for a moment before jumping up onto the closest bed to the door where the younger man with the shaggy hair was in a deep sleep. The cat's movements were light and unnoticeable as he climbed on top of the man and perched himself onto his chest. He stared down at the human before letting a mist swirl from his form; the mist wafted around the sleeping man before finding refuge inside of his head, seeping through his nose and mouth before settling in to start its work.

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Sam took a long, deep breath as his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked a few times, trying to rid of the burning sensation from the bright sunlight shining through the motel room window. He then stretched his arms and legs and sat up. He turned to see the lump in the bed where Dean was sleeping. He turned to the alarm clock that read 7:23AM. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before letting swinging his legs off of the bed and onto the wooden floor.

He knit his eyebrows and stared down. He was sure there was carpeting in the room before he went to sleep. Come to think of it, he realized the blankets were no longer that nasty paint splatter design but black, torn sheets. He ran a hand over them and lifted his hand to see it covered in a coat of dust. He glanced around the room to see the walls were old a dusty with mold and dirt coating a pale grey paint.

His heart skipped a beat as he jumped up to his feet. He turned back to his brother "Dean?" he asked.

No movement; the lump beneath the blankets didn't even stir, not even a rise and fall of breathing. His heart began to pound "Dean?" he asked, a little louder that time as he walked over. The floor creaked and groaned with his movements.

It was dark and dank in the room and dust particle floated through the air, glimmering from the sunlight which poured through the grimy, cracked window. He slowly lifted the gun from the dust coated end table and readied it, clutching the cool material tightly. His hand shook as he placed it upon the dusty blanket where his brother slept.

"Dean?" He asked, giving a slight push on the limp form. His heart jumped into his throat when he felt how stiff the body seemed. He quickly placed grabbed Dean's shoulder and gave it a pull so he turned onto his back.

Sam gasped and jumped back, his heart racing when his eyes set on the form. He was sure it was Dean but he looked nothing like a normal human being. His face was something of a horror movie. Skin hung off of his cheeks, revealing a pale white of his jawbone and cheek. Blood soaked his hair and the ghostly white of what skin was left. His nose was just two holes above what little of his lips were left; one of his emerald eyes was drooping slightly and the other was hanging out by a thread in the open eye socket. The skin on the top of his head was peeled off of the side, blood staining the white skull that was cracked with a small hole, squishing red-tinted brain matter pressed out of it.

Sam felt bile burning in his throat and his eyes instantly filled with tears daring to spill. His heart leapt in his chest when he saw the eye that was still attack flicker with light.

"Sa...ee," the voice was a cracked and gurgling whisper. Dean coughed and Sam saw blood spurt through the teeth a sprinkled the skin on his neck.

"D-Dean," Sam gasped, leaning back over his brother. He felt a tear spill down his cheek as Dean tried to turn to him. His hands shook as he pulled the blanket down to inspect if there was more damage done.

He gasped and let out a sob when he stared down at the bloodied clothes over his brother. The t-shirt was torn down through the middle, revealing pale skin that was stained red and a chest and stomach with a slit all the way down to the groin. The skin was slightly peeled apart, revealing mounds of dark crimson liquids and lumps where Sam was sure were organs but it was hard to see through all of the blood. Ribs were practically glowing white through the red and it made Sam feel lightheaded and his stomach turn.

"How…bad..issit?" Dean asked, his voice raspy as he tried to stare down at his body.

Sam placed a shaky hand on his brother's blood-soaked shoulder to hold him down. His eyes stung with tears as he stared over Dean's mangled body. He swallowed back the bile in his throat and pulled the dark and dusted blankets over him.

Dean's skin was icy and turning somewhat blue "Hel..me," he breathed.

Sam pressed his lips together, his eyes watered as he ran a hand over what was left of Dean's head "Hold on," he whispered, trying to keep his voice strong "It's not bad."

He felt dizzy as he stared up "Castiel…please…Castiel or Gabriel…anyone," he prayed as loud as he could. He waited a moment but there was no sound except for the pounding of his heart in his ears and his brother's raspy, slow breaths.

He jumped and pointed the gun when he heard a cackling sound. He darted his eyes and gun around the room in each direction. He stared around the murky room but it was empty and the cackling sounded behind him.

He rose to his feet and slowly turned around, searching for any sign of movement.

"yeh-heeheeheeheeeheeee" the laughter bounced off of the walls, radiating around Sam. He whirled around, pointing the gun in each direction, only seeing flashes of movement.

He hissed out in pain when he suddenly felt a force slam into his back. He fell to the floor and winced when he felt his head crack on the hardwood. The gun clattered across the floor before hitting a wall. Sam sucked in a breath as he scrambled across the room to claim the weapon. He jumped to his feet, pointing it and his heart jumped into his throat when he saw a clown standing on top of the bed.

The clown cackled at him some more, his dark red and spiked hair pointing off the sides of his head. His face was painted white but stained with blood splatters. His mouth was smeared with crimson and Sam wasn't sure if it was paint or blood. Black triangles surrounded the narrow, bright red and bloodshot eyes that were curled with amusement. It smiled, revealing rows of elongated razor-sharp pointed teeth. Its jaw dropped and a long, thin forked tongue slid out through the teeth. The body of the clown seemed mutated with bones poking from his shoulders. He was hunched over, his spine poking through, leaving a trail of bumps beneath the shirt. The clothes were tight and tattered but blood-soaked and clinging to its body. Long, sharp dark brown claws curled from the fingertips.

Sam felt a wave of fear seep through him as he shot the gun. A crack echoed through the room as the bullet slammed into the forehead of the clown.

The clown laughed maniacally as the bullet bounced off, landing on the floor with a ding sound.

"S..am?" Dean croaked as the clown curled over him, one long, black boot on each side of him. The clown turned his attention to Dean and dug the claws into the thick blanket.

"No!" Sam shouted as the clown tore the blanket into shreds, revealing the torn stomach.

His entire body shook with fear as he shot the rest of the pistol rounds at the clown, who just cackled some more as he stuck his long, forked tongue down into Dean's stomach. The bullets just bounced off of the clown, landing on the floor.

Sam felt panic surge through him and he darted his eyes around the room for another weapon. He felt more fear when the room was empty and void of everything. He turned his eyes back to see the clown sticking his face into Dean's chest.

"Get the hell away from my brother!" Sam shouted angrily as he ran at the clown. He shoved at the monster and yelped in pain when he felt his hands suddenly burning as a sticky, green substance covered them. He stared down to see the goo start to seep into his skin, leaving a smoky trail.

The clown turned those glowing red eyes to him and they filled with hunger.

"Ss…m" Dean rasped "Get…out…"

Sam felt a shaky sob escape him when Dean fell completely still, his battered face turned to him. The clown pulled a claw out of Dean's chest and Sam felt his heart shatter to see the large, dark red organ in his hand. He didn't spare another glance at the heart before turning and running for the door.

His body was shaking out of control as he swung the door open. He paused when his blurred, tear-filled eyes set on the dark and foggy town outside. He couldn't see two feet in front of him as he began to run. His heart pounded in his ears and tears poured down his face as he sobbed. He felt a sort of numbness take over as he thought about Dean…his brother.

He froze when he heard another cackling laugh sound behind him. He felt goose bumps rise over his body as he spun to try and see the culprit. All he could see was fog and mist swirling through the darkness of the night.

"What do you want!" he shouted into the air, his voice laced and cracked with tears.

There was more laughter to the side of him and Sam turned but again, he could see nothing. He let out another sob and fell to his knees. He didn't care when they cracked onto the pavement. He covered his face with his hands and leaned over, elbows on his knees. He couldn't even think…he had no idea what was happening. He had no weapons…he had no Dean…he had nothing.

He gasped when he suddenly felt a burning hand grab his shoulders and before he could react, he was shoved onto his back. He thrashed and shouted and swung but he felt his hands become pinned above his head by a force that was something very supernatural. He closed his eyes when he felt a body crawl on top of him. He could feel the cold, sticky skin clinging to his clothes and the light touch of claws sliding over his skin.

He let out a cry and opened his eyes to see the bright, beaming red staring down at him. He gasped when the claw pressed down on his chest. He tried to take a breath but the pressure on his chest was making it impossible. He felt a wave of dizziness overcome him and he struggled but it was just causing the pressure to strengthen.

He didn't want to die like this…not by some supernatural clown monster. He winced and closed his eyes as a numb feeling took over. His eyes popped open as he remembered their reason for being there…the case…the deaths.

His eyes widened when he realized he was no longer outside in the dark, foggy town but lying back in the motel room….not the dirty motel room but the room with the ugly paint splatters. There wasn't an evil clown over him but…a cat. The cat was sitting on his chest with bright, gleaming eyes. A devilish smile crept across the things face as it stared down. Sam tried to speak but he realized he couldn't…he couldn't even breath or move. His eyes widened more as they set on the long, black top hat over the cat's head. He stared for a moment, feeling panic rise when he couldn't breathe. He then slowly closed his eyes to stop the room from spinning.

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"Sammy!" Dean shouted, shaking his brother's shoulder.

Sam gasped and bolted upright. His heart pounded in his chest and his body was slick with sweat. He panted as he ran a hand through his wet, matted hair. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes before turning to see Dean beside him, his face contorted with concern.

"Sammy? You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Sam stared at a very normal brother and his stomach turned as relief washed over him. It was just a dream…all of it was just a dream. He let out a heavy breath and couldn't stop himself. He wrapped his arms around Dean, holding him to make sure he was really there.

Dean stiffened for a moment but slowly hugged his brother back. After a moment, he pulled away "Aw man, now I'm all covered in your sweat," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Sam just let out a breathy laugh and nodded. He had never been so happy to see Dean in a long time "Sorry," he breathed.

Dean took a deep breath and stared over his brother "Sammy…you sure you okay?" he asked "You had me worried."

Sam laughed again and nodded, rubbing at his eyes "J-just a bad dream," he said.

Dean nodded and stared for a moment "You want to talk about it?" he asked.

Sam shook his head "No…" he said "I'm okay, really. I just want to take a shower," he quickly climbed out of the bed and actually felt glad to see the ugly paint splattered blankets. He smiled at Dean before grabbing his duffel bag and walking into the bathroom.

Dean stared at the door for a moment, worry seeping through him. He knew if Sam didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't…but he was still going to keep an eye on him.

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Whew…I hope that was okay…I hope it wasn't too confusing.

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Kinda ironic I wrote this while watching a kids movie but…yeah. Next chapter will contain a Dean nightmare. O.o