November, 3rd 2013

I don't own any of the characters, CW and Eric Kripke do!

Beta for this Chapter: Ashqtara

A/N: Hey there my loyal readers :)

It's NaNoWriMo! I've never taken place in something like this before but it's fun -or at least I hope so- and I'm gonna rock it as far as I can. Since I'm in college, that will eat most of my time though so yeah. But I'll try and update this story as often as I can :3. Look for me on NaNoWriMo . org in case you're doing the same, my name's Haruno Kasumi ^^.

Anyway! I know most of you are waiting for Michael to show up but I'm sorry..that's going to be a while. I'm a sucker for long and complicated story lines so be prepared ;P.

Now please enjoy :3

Chapter 4

Set the silence free
To wash away the worst of me

Sam's phone rang. The annoying, high pitched ringtone suddenly filled up the whole motel room. Glancing over to it, the hunter pondered if it would be important enough to get up. He had just sat himself down in a comfortable position on the bed, his laptop on his legs and the browser open to do the research on the vampire nest. His phone was all the way back at the table where he left it and finally, he decided that it was probably better to pick up in case it was somebody important or Dean got himself into something. He did seem weird when he left, as if he had a headache, asking about the EMF meter as if he was hearing things... Sam just hoped that with a headache, his brother hadn't decided that a drink was the best medicine. That usually ended pretty badly. But even when Sam finally got up, it was already too late. The Mailbox had picked up and a beep filled the room. Since the last incident where Bobby had called to tell him that Dean had escaped and he had been taped to a wall by Zachariah, he had made it so his phone would just talk the message out loud if the phone was not on silent. So right now, a voice sounded across the room. The voice Sam Winchester would know anywhere.

"Sam! Damnit pick up your goddamn phone and get outta bed. I found the nest. On pure accident, I swear! It's a bar called 'Nightslayer' two blocks downtown. As an afterthought: No, I did not think the name could have been a hint! I don't know how but I managed to hide in a kind of storage room. They can probably smell me all the way through the building so I gotta go. Hurry, it's like twenty of them, I don't know how long I'm gonna hold with just the demon knife." And with a strange crushing noise, the call was interrupted, leaving the loud *toot* to fill the room again and a startled as well as frozen Sam by the bed.

"Oh crap." He just breathed. His laziness was completely forgotten now. The younger Winchester put over some layers of clothes (since he had just sat there in comfy trousers and a shirt), grabbed the car keys and ran outside, his jacket clumsily pulled over his arms. He practically sprinted to the Impala, opened the trunk and grabbed two or three machetes as well as their pack they had prepared for vampires back at Bobby's. Dead Man's blood. Cursing over and over under his breath, he ran down the street, not caring that he just didn't lock the motel room behind him or that he didn't even have any socks on inside his shoes for that matter. All that mattered was that Dean was trapped in a restaurant with twenty vampires and crap, that were many monsters. Even his big brother, who was the best hunter Sam knew, wouldn't hold out long against that many supernatural creatures with superhuman strength, sense of smell, sight and hearing, not to forget the teeth. This was not good, really not good…

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The thing was…it didn't go down as bad as Dean had expected. He really didn't know why but this good sense of smell and good sight thing lasted for a whole of 5 long minutes now and it made him so aware of his surroundings that he felt like a vampire himself, being able to tell that they were coming or that they found him even before they probably knew it themselves. Dean was surprised as to how big this building was. He had long retreated to the back, having wandered through the kitchen and some supply rooms. Already two or three vampires were dead and he was quite proud of that, after all, the hunting knife he used was quite short and normally not made for beheading. He didn't know why but he had been able to just slice through them as if he had the normal machete with him. It had been a lot more bloody and violent but he had managed it. Now his shirt and jacket were caked in vampire blood and he would be grossed out if it wasn't for the more than dire situation. Maybe he really was turning vampire. Then again there was no thirst for blood in him at all. That was a little strange, right?

Oh god, what was when a demon got inside him and waited for an opportunity? No, wait, that wasn't possible, he reminded himself. He had the tattoo that prevented demons from entering. Just to be sure, he lifted his shirt a little over his chest to check if it was still intact. A breath left his lips with relief. It was still there and intact. Good. No demon then. He wanted to go through more possibilities but was interrupted by another noise, this time coming closer. Oh great, they had found him again. He swallowed and took a deep breath, as quietly as he could. He put away the phone he had just used to call Sammy and put it into his back pocket. Then he listened some more. Two of them, maybe a third. Shouldn't be that much of a problem. With a nod to himself, he stepped out of the room and into the kitchen, facing the monsters in the other room.

Two vampires spotted him immediately. The third one was by the window and watched something apparently really interesting. They were in another one of the rooms behind the kitchen, it was dark and the little light that flooded the room was coming from the flashlight on the street outside. Through the window you could see the back of the restaurant facing some kind of courtyard, with trashcans and everything. Right next to the window was a door that probably led outside. Damn. If only he had crossed the room he was hiding in sooner, he would have been able to escape and regroup with Sam. He desperately needed better weapons. Dead Man's blood maybe. Now he tightened his grip around the knife and gulped.

"Oh, so the hide and seek is over?" asked the vampire by the window, still staring outside into the backyard.

"Yeah. I had the strong craving to see your ugly face again." Dean countered, a stark contrast to the snarky, calm voice of the vampire. His two subordinates glared at him for the insult but the man at the window just chuckled.

"How nice. I always heard you had an attitude, Dean Winchester." He said his name like it was something special that rolled over his tongue with pleasure, but not in a good way. More like the 'I will enjoy killing you'-way. Which was never good. Wait, why did he know his name anyway? Sometimes it was so spooky how every monster seemed to just know who he was.

"Oh great, you know my name. You've done your homework, congratulations. Now could we get to the part where you shut up and I get to kill you?" he said, smiling as if he didn't have a care in the world, especially not three bloodthirsty vampires and probably on their way. Well, he did kill several already, when they came to look for him alone he had taken them from behind but Dean was pretty sure there were maybe five more left next to the ones in the room. Again, he was ignored.

"Do you know what fascinates me about you humans?" asked the vampire. His long black hair was drawn back into a ponytail and he seemed to have one of those faces you saw on magazine covers. But he had dark shadows under his eyes and his face in general looked extremely creepy, pale and cold as it was. He wore an outfit that might have been modern 50 years ago and had an arrogant aura around himself. Wait, Aura? Never mind that. Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This sounded like another one of these boring rants monsters or villains got so often when they thoughts they had already won.

"No. Enlighten me please." He spit with such sarcasm that even the vampire couldn't miss it.

"It's how they somehow always seem to think that they…" he grinned and turned just at the moment the door slammed open. With horror, Dean watched as Sam walked in. Well, that was the good part. The bad part was that he was held by two vampires, who kept the lanky man between them. Pride swelled in Dean at the sight of the struggling monsters. Not many men could make vampires, who had superior human strength, struggle like that. The knives and their pack of Dead Man's blood Sam had brought were dropped to the floor where the vampires came to a halt. Sam fought to get free of course but one of the two vampires who were still in the room walked up to him now, grabbing one of the knives and held it to the younger Winchester's neck.

"…can surprise us." The chief vampire –Dean had decided he was some kind of leader- finished his sentence. Dean's teeth were pressed together tightly. His upper lip quivered with rage and his fists were balled while his chest felt like somebody punched him in the gut.

"Let him go." He demanded in as calm a tone as he could manage. Sam glanced over to him, his head bent back by the vampire but his hazel eyes searched those of his brother.

"Dean-"

"It's okay, Sammy." He said, trying to put as much reassurance in his voice as he could. Of course, Sam was grown and could fend for his own but Dean knew that he was still the big brother and it was his job to get them out of shitty situations like this. Or the Apocalypse. Or the whole Azazel thing. He then turned to the vampire in chief.

"You sneaky son of a bitch." He said, trying to keep his voice from trembling with rage. Because that's what he was right now, angry. This motherfucker was holding a blade to Sam's neck and the knifes as well as the dead man's blood his brother brought were uselessly put to the floor right next to him where Dean couldn't reach it because, well…those damn vampires filled up the room and the things were darn fast. He had been in worse situations of course, but right now he really could do with something easy as salt-and-burn ghosts and not ten sneaky ass vampires threatening the life of his brother.

"What, you expect me to think just one Winchester would show up without the other? I guessed one of you would try to distract us. Though the hide and seek part seemed a little childish to me." He snarled, grinning while he stepped forward. Dean's eyes narrowed and he ducked a little, bent his knees ready to jump, the knife still in hand. It was a wonder they hadn't attempted to disarm him already. Were they underestimating him? Oh, they would pay for that…

"How do you know our names? It's not like we all wander around wearing name plates." Sam asked, his teeth pressed together but his voice clear and collected. Dean had to smile. Always asking the right questions, his Sammy. Even with the little fight about the Michael-Lucifer thing Sam was still his brother and he thought that by now, Dean understood why Sam had been so frustrated by the idea Michael might jump his bones. It would have been like losing him all over again. Though this time it would have been worse because…well, an Archangel would use his body to deep-fry half the planet. Dean didn't have the chance to explain his real motivations between his actions to his brother and now that they escaped from one of these close-call angel confrontations, he didn't want to bring it up again. Because he knew Sam would get angry and he knew that he probably wouldn't understand, Dean wasn't even sure if he was able to explain it properly. But just to sum it up for him: he would gladly do anything, even let Michael jump his bones, if it meant that Sam didn't have to take Lucifer in. And it wasn't about faith in Sam, like his little brother seemed to think. That wasn't even it. After the demon blood thing was over he had grown to see that maybe, at the time, Ruby had seemed like the way out of misery to Sam. And with the blood already driving him to her it hadn't been easy to resist and stand up against her with his brother. Dean hadn't been there when the whole thing started and it wasn't Sam's fault that Ruby was the sneaky little bitch she was. Sam had made mistakes, yeah but so had he. And Dean had forgiven. But Lucifer…it was really never about Sam's will when it came to Lucifer. He was the damn devil and Dean would bet his right hand he had persuasion abilities no demon could ever dream about. Lucifer would play dirty, Lucifer would play unfair. Lucifer would do anything, anything to get to his baby brother and make him his vessel so he could make the world his little fairy kingdom. So when Michael had him, also his true vessel, before Lucifer did…

"One of my men saw your car enter town. You might reconsider keeping the same ugly vehicle when someone like basically all of hell and the host of heaven itself are on the lookout for you." The vampire interrupted Dean's musings with an arrogant smile. Dean stared at him some more. Nobody called his baby ugly. That vamp would pay. Also, there was something so wrong with his face…like he may be pretty on the outside but there was something so, so ugly right beneath the skin, something he couldn't quite grasp or focus on, even with his 'improved sight' that made every particle of dust glister in the streaming light of the streetlight falling through the window or made him see everything that was in the room clear as day with sunglasses even though the lights were out. He ignored the insult about his baby for now and glared at the chief vampire some more.

"So what, you gonna hand us out to Lucifer now? Get a little pat for doing your schoolwork at monster academy correctly?" he snarled, a bitter tone mixed in with his deep voice but vamp in chief laughed.

"I don't work for that bastard. No. There's nothing in for me if I take you to him. And neither is there if I just let you live. If I kill you the angels would probably just get you back up. So…" his grin went wider. Dean already suspected what the vampire wanted. What else would he want, that bloodsucking freak. Always eager to make their kind bigger and stronger. The barkeeper back then had just wanted to feed but this one was obviously having second thoughts about that plan. The grinning vamp turned to Sam.

"Why not make you one of ours?" he said. Immediately, Sam's eyes widened and he began to struggle again, pulling on the grip of the two vampires, one of them, a woman, had her arms around him.

"No! No, never! You hear, me, NEVER! I would rather die than become one of your filthy, dirty bloodsu-" he was interrupted by a fist punching him square in the face. It was the vampire who held the knife to his neck. Dean tried to take a step forward but the other vamp growled and stood in between him and his brother with bared fangs –or second set of teeth, whatever. The one who had punched Sam was another female and she looked distractingly good. But she also had this …thing under her skin. Like something shimmering through that took the illusion away. Her face was displaying hot anger and he bent over while the other two vampires forced Sam to his knees. They held him tight while he kept struggling. His head was drawn back and even though he held his mouth tight and his teeth together, they managed to pull them apart, the woman already taking the machete Sam had brought and holding it to her own wrist.

Dean felt as if he was drowning. Blood was rushing through his head as he tried to figure out a way out of this. They wanted to turn Sam. Well, they couldn't do that…right? They just couldn't. Once a vamp there was no way back, that's what his father had always told him. Hadn't he just considered a few minutes ago that he was a vampire himself? But no, right now he was pretty sure he wasn't. There wouldn't be that much desperation in him and more craving for blood if he was. More headaches and drumming of heartbeats coming to him across the room or even across town. He did hear a drumming beat of his own heart and a very faint one of Sam's. And he wouldn't let them stop that. That heart would keep going until the person it belonged to was old and had kids and grandkids and whatnot. He was fighting for that, hadn't given up until now just to achieve that.

"Oh no you don't." he finally snapped out of his musings when he saw the vampire lift her bloody wrist to Sam's mouth. There was no plan in his head, just wild rage and desperation for his little brother and his still beating heart.

Before he even knew it and before even the vampires did, he was on the other side of the room, by the open door and snatched the machete off the ground. With one smooth movement he beheaded the one male vampire that held Sam, then ducked behind his brother and did it with the other one (the female) too. Sammy, surprised at the sudden lack of restraint, fell on his butt. Dean saw how he regained his composure and grabbed for the other Machete on the floor, going for the vampire that had stood between Dean and him while the one that had tried to turn Sam was going for Dean now, attacking him with the machete in one hand and her fangs out. Dean didn't know how but he dodged her and hit her in the side very hard, knocking her to the ground. His teeth were still pressed together in blind rage and the hunter stepped two steps forward and found himself with the chief vampire, who hadn't interfered at all. The guy tried to hit him with his superhuman speed and strength, tried to grab him and was faster than any vamp the hunter had faced before but Dean just dodged again and pressed him to a wall with all his might. Cracking was heard as the wall seemed to crumble like it was made out of paper and the guy in his grasp, though he didn't need air and probably didn't feel much pain, cried out.

"And this is how humans can surprise you, sonofabitch." He said, lifting his machete to the vampire's neck. Staring at him with wide eyes, the vampire got out a few words even though his windpipe was pressed together. He sniffed at Dean's arm –strangely enough- and his dark eyes grew even wider. Was it just him or did he seem almost…frightened?

"You…you're not human." He breathed. Was it awe? Fear? Resentment? Dean really wasn't sure. But he didn't listen anyway and just cut off the guy's head, almost enjoying the sight of the blade cutting through his skin, muscle and bones. Just as the head dropped to the floor, blindly staring into nothing and the ugly below the face now gone, the older Winchester felt something jump him from behind.

"Dean, watch out!" he heard his brother cry out as strong arms wrapped around him and didn't seem to let go. He struggled, wanting to fight free when he felt something sink into his neck –fangs.

"Damnit, you bitch. Let go!" He hissed as he felt the female vamp from before wrapping her arms and legs around him to hold him and obviously suck all the blood out of him. How long did that take anyway? The hunter really didn't want to find out. He heard a chuckle by his neck, vibrating against his skin when suddenly, the chuckle turned into a scream and the vamp was off him. But it wasn't Sam that had gotten her off, as Dean had expected. The woman was holding her mouth with panic in her eyes and she was staring at Dean as if he was the freak, as if he was the one that had unnatural fangs growing out from his skull and not her. Before she could say anything, Sam had beheaded her from behind, taking her hands off too, his breathing heavy and his clothes full of blood. He looked downright exhausted. Dean got up now too, holding his neck where the fangs had struck. A grumble escaped his throat.

"Bitch. What the hell happened, she had me so good I thought I was done for." Honestly, he was puzzled. Sam looked as if he was too. No more vampires were around now, Dean couldn't hear anything special either. His super-hearing and sight was gone and he cursed under his breath as he leaned down to examine the woman's head. His breath was sucked in and he heard Sam do the same when he came down beside his brother.

"Her mouth…it's like she was burned from the inside, like she swallowed acid." Sam said and Dean just nodded, his face suddenly really pale. He lifted his hand from the wound to stare at the blood in it. She had been drinking his blood… Sam beside him looked at him and at his hand, seemingly having the same conclusion. Oh god. What the hell was happening to him? Quickly, Dean got up to mask his horror.

"Doesn't matter, she's dead. Come on, we should look for the rest of the vamps." He held his neck again and looked Sam over for injuries. Other than the cut on his neck and a few cuts around the arms and his right leg he seemed pretty fine. Exhausted, but fine. Strangely enough, Dean felt like he could do it all over again. Better not mention that, he thought. He saw how his little brother glanced around the room, staring at the cracks where Dean had pressed the chief against the wall, then back at the woman, at the other vamps…

"Come on, Sammy. We don't have all night. They probably tried to flee." He said, dragging Sam by the sleeve, not wanting him to drink in all the strange things Dean just did or that happened around him. How the hell did he get to the other side of the room so fast? Dodge the vamps, surprised them, beheaded them without them being able to react at all? Pressed the chief against the wall so hard that the solid concrete wall cracked? And why couldn't the woman drink his blood? Why did it deep-fry her from the inside? Or was it something else entirely?

With a feeling of dread, the two of them searched the rest of the restaurant. As Dean had feared, the rest of the vamps had fled already. It left the building empty and spooky, resulting in Dean suggesting to leave immediately, return to the motel room and stitch themselves together again. Reluctantly, Sam agreed but Dean could see he was still thinking about what happened and it made him edgy. Whatever was happening to him, he didn't want it to worry Sam, too. The guy had enough on his mind already and he didn't want any more of it to bother his little brother.

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Back at the motel, after burning the bodies of the vamps they did kill, Dean washed away the blood from his neck and cleaned the wound with whisky, as they did most of the time. Well, at least he tried to. The problem part was: There was no wound to clean any more. As soon as the blood was off his neck looked like it had never been injured at all. He was sure there had been a damn big wound there with deep tracks where the fangs had entered his skin. Green eyes wide, Dean leaned forward to see the spot a little clearer. But he didn't even need to. His eyes had seen the spotless skin even from a little distance away from the mirror. His super senses were a little weaker than at the bar, under adrenalin possibly but they were still better than normal, as if all his life he may have needed slight glasses and now his sight was back at 150%. Just that he was pretty sure nobody saw the world that clearly and it freaked him out. That was nothing compared to the wound problem though…

"Dean, you finished in there?" Sam's voice came through. He probably wanted to use the bathroom to wash up for the night. Quickly, Dean responded.

"Just finishing the bandage." He said, rushing to grab some band aids and while rushing he knocked the whole first aid kit over, making it fall to the floor with a crash that was far too loud for his ears. He cursed under his breath and leaned down to grab it. Suddenly, Sam poked his head through the door, a questioning eyebrow raised. As quick as he could, Dean pressed a bandage looking thing against his neck where the bite should have been and grinned sheepishly at his brother.

"Eh…almost done. You get…changed or something, I'll just…it's fine, everything's fine." He stammered, just noticing how stupid he sounded after it was already out. Now both of Sammy's eyebrows were raised but he nodded and stepped back into the bedroom again, leaving Dean alone. A breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding left the older brother and he rushed to wrap some bandage around his neck like he normally would, driving his finger through the sink to catch some of the washed off blood and smear it where the blood would be coming through due to the open bite at his neck. He checked himself in the mirror and nodded. Yup, looked completely natural. As natural as a vampire bite can get, I guess.

Returning to the room, he dropped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Sam was still changing, just pulling a shirt over his head that wasn't full of vampire blood.

"You do know the rest of them will be after us, right? They had your scent." Sam commented, disappearing through the open bathroom door.

"Yeah well, we'll just be prepared and strike them right back. Don't worry, we dealt with vamps before. There were only like three left. Shouldn't be a problem.", he dismissed Sam's concern and closed his eyes. When his brother answered after a short silence, his voice was lower, as if he didn't really wanted to address this topic.

"What, like you took care of them back there?" he asked. It was his serious voice and Dean cured under his breath. Dimmit. So he did what he always did when Dean Winchester didn't want to talk about something: He changed the subject.

"You know what I could do with right now? Some cold beer." He said, dropping back on the mattress and staring at the ceiling so he didn't have to meet his brother's gaze or his voice in this case. Sam, unfortunately for Dean, caught on to what his older brother was up to. He rolled his hazel eyes and walked out of the bathroom to fully face his big brother, dropping the first aid kit on the bed with a finishing motion.

"Dean. Don't do this again."

"What?" Dean asked with as much innocence as he could muster. Sam glared some more.

"Changing the subject. You always do that when you want to avoid a subject you don't want to talk about or a chickflick mo-"

"I don't fucking know, okay?" Dean half shouted while interrupting his brother, almost grossed out by just how well the younger Winchester knew him and his methods.

"It just happened, I acted on instinct and I have no fucking idea what the hell is going on. Please, Sammy, I'm telling you the truth. Just…let's get some sleep. I'm sure you're tired." He clarified. It had been on purpose that he had said 'you are tired'. Because he really wasn't. He was just lying on the bed to calm himself and make the impression that he was just as tired as Sam was. Again, his brother's gaze was resting on him with something between disbelieve, wariness and concern and it freaked him out to see this expression so he just turned himself around, making his back face his brother and he himself was staring at the wall of the rancid motel room. The paint was peeling off but it was better than confronting Sam about what happened tonight. Because he was just as freaked out as he probably was, if not even more. He hadn't told Sam about the voices that called him General and the superhuman senses…

"Okay…thanks." Sam finally said, a defeated sigh but also a tone of real thankfulness for Dean's honesty with him. The younger hunter made himself as comfortable as possible and closed his eyes while facing the ceiling.

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At some point, Dean had lost consciousness. His dreams were a blur, really. A whirl of colors and schemes he had never seen before and he felt like he was drowning but at the same time floating, swallowed by light and fire, bright as the sun itself and hotter than the flames of hell. There was wrath enveloping him, making him want to hunt and slay and cut down creatures but at the same time he was filled with pure content, forgiveness and so much more.

It was like something was happening without him being able to take control. But he was fine, wrapped in light and just bits and pieces seemed to push through to him.

"How did you get in here? Wait, aren't you Dean Winchester?" there was horror in the voice he was hearing and he saw bits, flashes of faces. A dark skinned guy, a Hispanic and several others, maybe 5 of them in whole. They seemed pretty but Dean was able to see right through the mask. They were vampires.

"Sorry." He heard himself say. What the hell was going on? Why couldn't he control his tongue? "Dean Winchester is not available at the moment. Your people disturbed my plan and tried to get a taste of my vessel's blood. Be glad that your sibling was killed before I got to her, otherwise the fate of all of your kind would have been fatal. Now you will pay for your sins against the Lord and her corpse shall never be seen again." He felt a wave rushing through him and suddenly, without being able to protest, all five of the Vampires sank to their knees, flames erupting from their eyes and mouth, like they were throwing up fire, until they sank to the floor, their mouth and eyes completely burned out and they didn't stand up again.

Suddenly, he was standing in a room. It was as if the other channel had just been switched off and he wondered what the hell that had been about. He had never in his life ever heard or dreamed of something like that. The screams of the burning vampires still echoed in his head. This room seemed perfectly normal though. In fact it did look exactly like the room he had fallen asleep in. But then he really looked around.

Sam was there, kneeling on the floor with his hands over his ears as if he was trying to shut something out. He seemed in severe pain and close to sobbing even. Dean felt himself starting to search for somebody to blame for his brother's situation, someone to accuse and torture for doing that to his brother.

And there he was. Sitting on the edge of the bed like he had no care in the world was Lucifer himself.

Next to him on the bed he spotted himself, and he was covered in blood, flesh ripped off his skin on the chest and legs, his eyes staring at the ceiling, dead, unfeeling.

"Oh, so you do remember this well enough." Remember? Was he talking to Sammy? Where should he remember- Oh. Oh no.

This was what he had looked like when the hellhound had ripped him to shreds.

Suddenly it hit him just what it would have meant for Sammy and then later Bobby. They had to get him out of that house, make up some story about what happened, clean all of these wounds and bury him (Sam had insisted, Bobby had told him) while knowing exactly that at that moment he was down in hell, suffering his part of the deal he had made to save his little brother. And that little brother had blamed himself for that, all this time. He had tried everything and it hadn't worked. When Sam had apologized for not having been the one bringing him back, Dean hadn't even scratched the surface of Sam's guilt about what had happened. The older Winchester had just reappeared, talked about angels when Sam had turned to Ruby for assistance, and he had made Sam's conscious even worse with telling him off, saying if he didn't know him he would wanna hunt him. Right now he saw how Sam sat on the floor, shaking his head.

"No, please. Not this again. Just…go away." He protested weakly. Wait, again? How often had Sam been through this? Dean wanted to walk over and help his brother but he was frozen in place, could only watch. Lucifer grinned, sensing victory.

"I could make it all stop. The pain, the suffering. Dean is back with the living again, right? Well, I could change that. And make it last. It completely depends on your answer…"

Rage now really filled Dean. Oh this was just dirty, plain and outright dirty. He felt himself stir, felt like resurfacing from a deep sea and suddenly, he was sitting up in the same bed he had seen himself in just a second ago but he checked himself over and he was completely fine. Then his gaze fell on Sam on the other bed. He was covered in sweat and clenched his bed sheet with all he had, clinging to it for dear life. His breathing was heavy and his eyes still closed. He was clearly having a nightmare.

As if suddenly knowing exactly what had happened, Dean jumped out of bed, not tired at all, and walked over to Sam with big strides.

"Sam! Sammy! God dammit, wake up!" he shook his brother but he wasn't waking, still too deeply drawn into his nightmare by Lucifer. Anger and desperation flooded him again and he laid a hand on his brother's forehead to feel his temperature. A sudden calm soothed over his younger sibling and he breathed evenly before his eyes fluttered open.

"Dean?" he asked sleepily, blinking at his brother from below. "What are you doing here, what happened?" with a sigh of relief, Dean dropped back a little, sitting down on his brother's bed beside him.

"You were having a nightmare. Lucifer- Well, never mind, it's over now." He said. Panic had flashed in Sam's eyes at the mention of the fallen angel and Dean feared it wouldn't be good if he mentioned that he knew exactly what Sam had dreamed about. His gaze wandered out the window. It was early morning. Time to move on.

"Come on, let's get out of this town already." He said, getting up to pack his stuff. Sam was a little disoriented and Dean felt him staring at him all morning but in the end, he followed him swiftly, wanting to get out of there just as bad as he did.

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Unknown to both of the Winchesters, behind their motel there were five bodies, burned in the eyes and mouth as if they had drank lava and all of them dead. The doctors examining them would not see the second pair of teeth coming out of their scull. They would overlook that these flames had been so hot they could have burned much more than just the victim's eyes.

And Dean drove his baby out of town thinking that all of that had been a silly part of his dream. The only strange thing on the drive was a sudden whisper in his head, clear as day and yet far away. A voice that he would never forget. And it would breathe into his ear…

Angels are watching over you.

~.~.~.~

Now in my remains
Are promises that never came
Set the silence free
To wash away the worst of me

~In my Remains, Linkin Park

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Well yeah. That sentence is going to make many reappearances :D

Just a little forshadowing for you xD. Also, there you have Michael! Ha, I tricked ya *muhaha*. Look forward to a soon-to-be-update :3

For my fellow NaNoWriMo people: GOOD LUCK! YOU CAN DO IIIIT ;P

Reviews are always more than welcome, no matter how short! *hug*