**Not sure if this should be rated M…maybe for language? Not sure…M to be safe**

So…this chapter will not be as well described at the last. My dark muse was suddenly not in the mood to act anymore. So I kind of had to write this while in the mood to write humor. O.o…let us hope it doesn't end up too funny. Hehe.

Please enjoy and thank you so much for the reviews. :D

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Chapter 41: Nightmare 2;

Dean watched suspiciously as Sam walked around the room, gathering items and pulling out his laptop now and again. At the moment, he was sitting at the small table beside the window with the computer in front of him. He was so engraved in whatever he was researching that Dean was sure his face would melt into the screen. It also didn't help his suspicions when Sam would gaze around the room as though it were his friggen' personal heaven or something.

Dean was about to speak when a ringtone cut through the silence in the room. Sam quickly fumbled the phone from the pocket of his jacket and answered "Hey Bobby," he said, eyes still on the laptop screen.

Dean stared at his brother, whose eyebrows suddenly furrowed, "So you can't find anything?" he asked.

Sam sighed and nodded "Well, I just came across an article right before you called…it seems like another random death…okay…thank you Bobby," Sam hung up the phone.

"So…another death?" Dean questioned as he began to pull on some shoes.

"Yup," Sam said, turning his attention to the screen "Last night; Female 21 years old. She was found dead in the freezer at her job. Apparently, she was screaming about a swarm of bees and hornets…saying they were after her."

Dean lifted his eyebrows "Was she allergic?" he questioned.

Sam sighed "I'm not sure…it doesn't mention anything about it here…but listen to this," he said.

Dean took a deep breath and slid the rest of his shoes on.

"It says that cause of death was multiple stings to the frontal lobe," Sam went on.

Dean stared again "As in…like the brain?" he asked, finding that absurd but who knew.

Sam nodded "Yeah…"

"Damn this town is weird," Dean said, shivering slightly at the thought of a bee literally stinging his brain. He stood up and stretched before grabbing the keys to the Impala.

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It was beginning to get dark as Dean pulled into the coffee shop in town. The parking lot seemed fairly empty as he took the spot facing the road. He turned his eyes to see Sam sitting on a chair outside where he was saying goodbye to the mother of the girl who had been killed by the bee stings.

He waited in the car as Sam walked over and slid into the passenger's seat. Once sitting, he pulled at the collar of his suit and sighed.

"Find anything?" Dean asked as he pulled the car into reverse.

"Well," Sam said "Just like all of the other cases, she was terrified of bee stings."

Dean nodded "Yeah…doesn't help that there was literally a small bee hive inside her friggen brain."

Sam lifted his eyebrows "Really?" he asked.

Dean sighed "Yup," he said.

Sam shook his head "Her mom told her yesterday that her fear of stings was all in her head."

"Wow," Dean said as he put shifted the Impala into drive. He sighed as he stopped at a red light "Talk about ironic."

Sam nodded "We really have to figure this out…people are dying every day from this."

"You never know!" a voice suddenly shouted.

Dean and Sam both turned their eyes to the side of them where two men were walking on the sidewalk. One was a man in his mid-thirties with dark brown hair and a suit. The other was another man who looked just a bit older with blonde hair. He wore a suit as well and they both held suitcases.

"Nobody has ever died from it before…" the blonde said "You need to calm down. You'll give yourself a heart attack."

The darker haired male shook his head as he started to walk over the white lines of the crosswalk "Just because it's never happened before doesn't mean it won't," he said loudly, his voice shaking with fear.

"They have many more precautions now, Derek," the blonde said "I don't even think it's possible anymore," he said as he started to follow.

Dean lifted his eyebrows and turned to Sam, whose eyes were suddenly wary "Dean," he said "That guy is freaking out about something…do you think…?"

Dean just watched as the two men argued as they walked in front of the Impala. Dean knit his eyebrows when he heard a soft whistling sound.

"Shit!" Sam gasped, pointing.

Dean's eyes widened when they set on the object or whatever the hell it was, falling from the sky right over where the darker haired male – Derek – was walking. Dean quickly slammed his palm on the wheel. The horn blared, causing the two men to jump and dart their eyes at Dean.

It was too late, though. Dean winced as the falling object slammed directly on top of Derek. The blonde male let out a shriek as he was suddenly sprinkled with crimson red.

"Dammit," Sam hissed and immediately, the two of them hopped out of the Impala to inspect the scene.

The blonde male was shouting as he fell onto his knees. Splatters of blood sprinkled his face and hair as he lowered beside what was left of the other man.

Dean froze and felt his stomach turn when he set his eyes on the pile of flesh, blood and bone on the pavement. Smoke descended around the pile where a small indenture in the pavement was. In the midst of the mess was a light blue and red tinted ball.

"Is that…?" Sam whispered, mostly to himself as he stared at the object that had fallen on the man.

Dean quickly walked over to where the other man was sobbing into his hands. He glanced around to see other people stepping out of their vehicles and pointing to the scene. Sirens started not far away.

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"Blue Ice," Sam said as they sat back in the motel room.

Dean shook his head "That is one shitty way to go," he said, feeling awful about making the joke but it needed to be said. But someone being killed by frozen poop from an airplane was something that doesn't happen often. He turned to Sam, who was indeed giving him a bitchface.

"We need to be serious, Dean," Sam said "This is getting bad."

Dean sighed "I know," he said "What are we going to do? I seriously can't think of a damn thing to explain this…maybe like a curse or something?"

Sam stared at the laptop screen "I don't know…maybe," he said. He ran a hand down his face. He had been researching on signs of nightmares before death by your worst fear. All he kept coming across were friggen movies and TV shows about a demon that will cause you to be killed from your worst fear. It was from TV though so he doubted the demon was even real.

"We can try summoning the demon," Sam suggested.

"Yeah summon a demon from some chick show…smart," Dean muttered.

"Well it's worth a try," Sam said, feeling annoyed. The events from earlier had both of them on edge and ready to tear each other's faces off.

"How about we just sleep on it," Dean said "Might be able to think clearly tomorrow."

"Yeah and in that time, someone can get killed," Sam said, turning to his brother.

"What are we supposed to do?" he asked, exasperated "Seriously."

"Fine…you go to bed. I'm going to do more research," Sam grumbled. Dean rolled his eyes at him and lay back on the bed. It was already friggen 2AM. They had been up all night finding nothing. Castiel couldn't even show up to help. He and Gabriel were apparently doing something important up in Heaven. They had thought it was the Gods, Phobos and Deimos but Gabriel popped in and cleared that up real fast. Dean just sighed and let his eyes close.

Sam researched for a few more hours, looking up everything. He even tried looking up information on a cat that wears a hat but all he kept seeing was friggen Dr. Seuss stuff as well as a ton of other lore and myths that he had no idea what to think of. Within an hour, he was falling asleep with the laptop still in front of him.

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The mist swirled through the keyhole and once more formed into the cat. The cat again gazed at the two sleeping forms. He noticed the one from the night before was lying in an awkward position – not in a way that he could even try to sit on his chest without waking him up. The other form, though, the older human…he was lying on his back on top of the blankets, breathing out soft snores.

The cat gave a smile before silently creeping across the dimly lit room. He hopped up lightly onto the bed and crawled over the sleeping form. He then took a seat upon the man's chest and once again, allowed some mist to do its work.

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Dean jerked awake when he suddenly heard the low, deep growls radiating in the room. He sat up quickly and his stomach turned when his eyes set on a pair of Hellhounds. They were slowly stalking around his bed, fiery red drool spilling from their mouths. Dean literally froze when he realized they were staring directly at him.

"Dean," a familiar voice sounded.

Dean jerked his eyes away from the hounds to see Sam standing to the side of him. He had a smirk curled onto his lips "Sam?" Dean asked, his voice cracked with fear.

Sam smiled "Guess again," he said, his voice smooth and dangerous.

"L-Lucifer," Dean whispered. He then noticed the wings sprawled on either side of Sam's body "What the hell are you doing in my brother?" he asked.

Lucifer smiled "You can say I have a way with your brother," he said, cracking his knuckles.

Dean felt chills up his spine. He darted his eyes around the room once more. They froze when he noticed the light tan of trench coat in the darkness. "Cas," he said, feeling relief wash over him "Cas?" he asked again when he noticed his angel wasn't moving.

Lucifer laughed "Castiel won't help you," he said "You're nothing to him…never were and never will be."

Dean ground his teeth "Cas!" he shouted, ignoring Lucifer completely. He felt his body shake when the hounds closed in around him.

Castiel slowly turned around and Dean felt his heart sink more when those cold, emotionless eyes set on him. The steel gaze made him shiver "Castiel?" he asked.

"Dean," Castiel said, his voice dark and bitter "Bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord... or I shall destroy you."

Dean felt like someone poured liquid ice into his veins "No…" he whispered. He remembered this…

"Bow down, Dean," Castiel growled.

Dean then noticed the black oozy goo start to trickle down his angel's face. "This isn't happening…" he whispered, shaking his head "This already happened." He winced when he suddenly felt a force slam him into the floor. He coughed, feeling his throat burn with blood as he turned his eyes up to see Lucifer leaning down beside him. He filled Sam's face with mock sympathy as he reached a hand down to touch Dean's face "Your brother is here with me," he whispered "Sammy wants you to bow down."

"Go to Hell," Dean spat, batting at the hand that ran through his hair.

Lucifer chuckled and stood back up. He took a few steps away and turned to Castiel, who was still staring down at Dean "Profess yourself, Dean," he demanded.

"Fuck you," Dean hissed, "None of this is real."

Castiel sighed and shook his head as though Dean were some unruly child "If that is what you believe," he said. He turned to Lucifer "He is all yours."

Dean felt a wave of fear seep through him when he noticed Lucifer gaze down at the two Hellhounds which were gradually creeping closer to Dean.

"Get him boys," he said softly.

Dean's eyes widened when he heard the howl in response and instantly, he used the bed to climb to his feet. He flinched but kicked out a foot as one hound leapt at him, long, razorsharp teeth and claws bared.

He yelped out in pain when he felt the teeth latch onto his leg. He clutched onto the frame of the bed as he felt his body become yanked down onto the ground. He shouted when he felt claws dig into his thighs and slide down, tearing through his skin and jeans like a knife in butter.

"Castiel!" he shouted as pain ripped through his body "Please Cas!" he stared at the figure above him…his angel, covered in black ooze and dark eyes. He cried out once more when he felt his body dragged some more as more claws tore through his chest and stomach. The pain was unbelievable as his entire body instantly became drenched in blood. He blinked rapidly as red filled his vision. He gasped and coughed as liquid filled his lungs and trickled up his throat. He now knew that this was real…there was no way that pain like this could come from a dream. He tried to call out to anyone but his voice was caught in his throat and came out as a gurgling sound. Everything then became black.

He flinched when he began to feel his body being pulled and dragged. Pain began to tear through him again as the feeling of being sucked into an ice cold whirlpool took over, crushing every part of his body. It was an icy burn that seemed to last forever until he was suddenly slamming onto a hard surface.

His heart leapt into his throat and his stomach turned when he stared around the room. He blinked a few times, trying to rid of the dizziness in his head. He took a deep breath and was instantly overwhelmed by the dank and humid air. He felt bile in the back of his throat as he was met by the scents of rotted flesh, sulfur and burnt skin.

His heart raced some more when he glanced around. He was no longer in the motel room but in a dark, cell-looking place. He let his feet fall onto the floor and stood up. He turned to see the bed he was on was actually a steel slab covered in barbed wire. He felt his stomach turn again when he felt the thick and heavy pressure of the air around him.

He quickly ran over to the only door in the cell and ice shot through his veins when he walked into a dark but red-tinted field-like place. His hands shook and as he scanned the fire and smoke billowing around him.

"Dean," a voice rose behind him. Dean jumped and his heart clenched when his eyes set on Alastair, his white eyes glowing in the dark red light.

Dean shook his head and backed up "No…no this can't be happening…your dead," he said, his voice raising.

Alastair smiled "Oh you really believe that your little brother could kill me?" he asked with a laugh "You're unbelievable!"

Dean backed up and his heart pounded when he hit a table. He spun and that was when he noticed the souls surrounding him, each strapped down and screaming and pleading. There had to be at least twenty of them each covered in blood and sliced open everywhere they could be.

"Dean," a voice rasped. Dean jumped when his eyes set on the soul just before him. Everything in his body turned to ice when he stared into the dark, heartbroken eyes of his father.

"Dad?" he asked, his voice a broken whisper. He noticed his father covered in a thick sheet of sweat and blood. Cuts and bruises covered his body, creating intricate designs on the skin of his chest and stomach. Designs that Dean was all too familiar with…they were ones he specifically created with Alastair in Hell. His heart sunk when he noticed the scalpel in his own hand.

He quickly dropped it and felt a sob rip through his throat as he turned back to his father's battered soul…a soul he had ruined "No," he cried "I would never…"

"It's okay, Dean," Alastair's voice whispered. Dean flinched and backed away when he felt the hot, damp hand on his shoulder "You're my favorite student…"

"No!" Dean shouted, shoving at Alastair as he turned. The demon laughed and Dean glared at him. He froze when his eyes set on his own reflection in a red-stained and cracked mirror that appeared out of nowhere. He felt more fear when flat, black eyes stared back at him. He shook his head "No," he whispered "I got out of here."

"Shh Dean," Alastair whispered, placing a hand back on Dean's shoulder "This is what you've become…it's for the best, you know that."

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Sam's eyelids fluttered open slightly and heart skipped a beat when he heard heavy breathing. He sat up quickly and darted his eyes over to where Dean was lying on the bed. His brother was covered in sweat, the beads of it dripping down his face and soaking his hair. His eyes were wide and staring up.

Sam then noticed the cat sitting on Dean's chest. The cat was smiling wickedly with his top hat slightly to the side. Instantly, Sam began to sift through his mind to everything he read up on. He had thought it was part of a dream but looked it up just to be sure. He thought back to all of the lore and legends and myths. Cat wearing a hat…something that can shapeshift…sits on chest…causes nightmares.

Sam noticed Dean's eyes becoming bloodshot and he knew what his brother was going through.

"Hey!" Sam shouted before he could rethink it.

The cat quickly turned his head to Sam and smiled.

"I…I demand you leave right now and come back for coffee in the morning," Sam said, silently praying that it would work. It sounded ridiculous but he couldn't think of anything else. If this was truly what he thought then it would have to work until he found a useful item.

The cat tilted his head slightly to the side before suddenly forming into a dark gray mist. Sam stared with wide eyes as the mist swirled through the room before disappearing through the keyhole. He let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding before running over to his brother.

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Sorry for crap ending. Next chapter shouldn't take long to come up though. ^-^. Hope you like this. Please leave a review.