Sam rubbed his temples in frustration. Dean only listened to five albums. That's it, five. And he listened to them over and over again. Being stuck in a car eight hours a day listening to the same crap was starting to get to him. He was going to crack. Sam much preferred silence. "Dean…" he began just as his phone rang. Argument averted. "Hello?"

/Sam! I don't know what the hell is going on…/

"Eli? "

Dean immediately turned off the music. "What's up Sam?"

/She won't wake up and …/

"What do you mean she won't wake up?" Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks.

/I've tried everything Sam! She wouldn't wake up. And there's something in the house./

Sam sucked in a worried breath. "What's in the house?"

/I'd don't know. I went to go wake her up and the next thing I know I'm being attached by a ghost we hunted years ago! Sam, she's in the house with whatever is in there…/

"Get somewhere safe. We're on our way." Sam hung up the phone and glanced at his brother. He didn't have to say anything. Dean already had the car into fifth gear with the gas pedal to the floor.

Sam and Dean were in Connecticut on their way to a possible hunt when Eli called. With Dean's capable driving skills, they managed to pull into Lex's driveway within forty five minutes after Eli's call. The brother's stepped out of the Impala. Sam turned several shades of white as shock crawled over his face. Dean just looked stunned. Demonic smoke consumed the Fields House and was quickly steam rolling toward them. Eli stood outside the gate anxiously staring at the house.

Sam ran over to Eli. "Lex's still in there?"

Eli shook his head. "She wouldn't wake up Sam! I tried!"

"We've gotta get her out of there." Sam didn't waste a single moment or movement. He was at the Impala before Eli and Dean realized he moved.

Dean knew when Sam was on a mission. He had this look, the look that not even death was going to stop him. Dean hated when Sam was like this because it meant he was about to do something impulsive. Dean reached his side pulling him from the Impala. "Sam, take a moment to think about this."

"I have, Dean." Sam pulled from his brother's grip and glanced back at the ominous storm over Lex's house. "We need to get her out of there."

"We need to figure out what the hell's going on before we waltz in there half cocked," Dean argued.

"Who cares Dean? Lex's in there. We need to get her out. It's that simple."

"It's never that simple Sam and you know it."

"She's my sister, Sam. I want to save more than you do. But, Dean's right, until we know what's going on we won't be able to help her." Eli, even though he wanted to get his sister out alive, couldn't help but agree with Dean.

Dean sighed in relief, thankful that Eli was the sensible one of the Fields children. "Any idea what's going on?"

Eli pulled out a small piece of paper. "We just got home from a hunt. When Lex was exorcising a demon, it started to spout off some demonic spell knocking her out cold. I'm sorry but this was all I could remember. " Eli shrugged. "When she came to, she said she was fine. It's Lex. Even if she wasn't fine, she'd say she was."

"Sounds familiar." Sam said shooting an eye at Dean as he took the paper from Eli.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't." Sam said before his eyes grew wide with concern. "Are you sure this was what the demon said?" Eli nodded causing Sam to swear. "This looks like it could be the Sleeping Curse. It's used to put someone to sleep for all eternity. Like Sleeping Beauty … Snow White…"

Dean groaned. "Damn, and here I'm fresh out of princes."

Sam shook his head. "That's just fairytale crap, Dean. The real curse puts the victim into a coma and forces them to relive their fears over and over again until their body gives out or their mind."

Eli fell into the side of the Impala in shock. "Her fears… who the hell knows what she's afraid of? I mean Jesus Christ! She's a hunter, what can she honestly be scared of that she hasn't faced before?"

Dean chewed on his lower lip. "I can think of at least one." He lowered his eyes. "Losing you… the last of her family." Dean swallowed hard looking at his younger brother. "It'd be mine."

The two younger siblings exchanged solemn looks.

"Sam, have you ever heard of this sleeping curse doing something like that?" Dean pointed to the storm.

Sam shook his head. "No, but I've never actually heard of anyone being put under by a demon before either. Usually this is a witch thing. So who knows what demonic crap got added to it."

"Awesome! Just Awesome…" Dean growled pulling out his phone. "Bobby?"

/Dean…is everything okay?/

"Have you heard of a demon able to pull off a sleeping curse?"

/Those things are bad news./

"Is it ever good news?"

/Don't get smart with me boy./ Bobby voice demanded respect. After a moment of silence he continued. /It's not like the typical Sleeping curse. It doesn't just affect the victim; it can affect anyone inside the smoke and the fears are real. As real as you and me./

"What do you mean real?"

/Your worst fear is finding yourself naked in class? You'll be walking in full Monty, which means…/

"We're talking Matrix shit here aren't we – you know – someone gets ganked in the nightmare they don't get to wake up when the party stops?"

/You got it. But to stop the curse the original victim has to wake up or…/

"Or what… Bobby?"

/Die. Usually after being scared to death or killed by something…/

"We're not gonna kill Lex." Dean swallowed hard hearing the concerned gasps of the younger siblings at his side.

/Son of a bitch. Dean, be careful. These curses feed off the victim. The stronger the fear the more powerful it becomes. We hunters, with the shit we see… our fears tend to be worse than most because we actually know what goes bump in the night. There've been a couple of cases were the curse was so powerful it swallowed a whole damned town./

"Okay, so how do we wake her up?"

/Have her face her worst fear./ Bobby paused. /Should I be getting into my car?/

"No, we need someone around if this goes south."

/Be careful, Dean. I mean it./

"Thanks Bobby…" Dean hung up and ran his hand down his face in frustration. "We need to get to Lex make sure nothing kills her and wake her up."

"Did he mention how we are supposed to do that?" Eli questioned.

Dean flared his brows in dissatisfaction. "Help her face her fears." He popped open the trunk of the Impala. "But we'll be facing our own fears too." His eyes danced around the multitude of weapons in his car's arsenal. He knew they would need a little of everything. There was no telling what monsters they'd be forced to overcome. He grabbed his trusty ivory handled .45 and slipped it into the back of his pants. Then he began to load up on salt rounds, shot guns, knives and holy water.

Sam was there to take out his sawed-off shot gun and several rounds of salt shells for himself. He made sure to ready the chamber while placing several more rounds into his pockets. He took a couple of knives and placed them in his inside coat pocket and then grabbed his favorite 9mm and placed it into his belt loop under his jacket. Sam grabbed a third shot gun and tossed it at Eli. Eli bobbled the gun before pulling into him. "We have to be ready for anything."

Eli nodded taking a moment to consider the weapon. He really wasn't much of a hunter like these two. He much preferred the research, but he wasn't about to tell them that. Knowing his sister was in trouble gave him the courage he heeded to load up on weapons himself. He may not have had a good deal of practice using them, but he knew how.

The three men, locked and loaded, made their way toward the impending smoke of doom. They only took a moment to consider each other. "If you want to turn back, now's the time." Dean cautioned. No one faltered as they plunged into the darkness.