Sam was running through the woods, fear evident in his eyes. He couldn't find his brother anywhere. They had been separated about an hour ago. 'I knew this hunt was a bad idea..' Sam thought to himself. He stopped running to try and catch his breath. Hands on knees, sam picked his head up and looked at his surroundings. The forest, it seemed, went on forever. He slowly stood up straight, eyes catching a small house in the distance. He started toward it quietly, afraid of being heard. As he approached the house, a scream of pain came from inside. He hurried to the window. Sam's eyes widened when he looked inside.

There Dean was, in the middle of the room, cradling his right arm.

"Dean.." whispered a panicking Sam. A tall black shadow began towards Dean, standing over him. Sam rushed to the door, barging in. The creature looked up in surprise, forgetting the wounded man he was soon about to prey. Sam was suddenly frozen to his spot in the room. Then a pain shot through his body, sending him to the floor. Dean, who was trying to get up this whole time, was thrown to the floor also. Before Sam could do anything, Dean's shallow breath had stopped.

"NO!" yelled Sam, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Sam!" Dean said loudly to wake his younger brother. Sam had been thrashing and mumbling the whole night in his sleep. Dean worried when Sam had his dreams.

Sam woke with a start as Dean stifled a laugh. He felt bad, yeah, but it was funny to see Sam's shaggy hair wild and untamed. Sam just threw Dean a glance and shook his head.

"Bad dream?" Dean asked, humor in his voice.

"What makes you think that?" Sam replied sarcastically. He looked over at the clock, which read 5:30 a.m. He groaned loudly, not wanting to sleep, but too tired to keep his eyes open. Dean just stared. Sam noticed this and smirked.

"Look, I know I'm good looking, but I'm straight, ok? Sorry for the disappointment." Sam said. Dean just snorted. He chose to ignore it this time.

"You know, if I have to hear you cry like the baby that you are at night, you have to wake up early. What did you dream about anyway?" Dean asked. Sam hesitated. Should he tell Dean? No. He's worrying about his own problems. This will just stress him out more.

"Nothing important. Just a nightmare." Sam said quietly. Dean laughed at this.

"Since when are you dreams 'just a nightmare', Sammy?"Dean said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's Sam. And there were times." Sam tried. Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever, dude. And you'll always be Sammy to me." Dean said smiling. Sam got up to use the bathroom, but the familiar pain in his head stopped him. He cried out, falling to his knees. Dean was at his side in an instant. Sam leaned into him, both hands digging into his temples.

He was walking through the woods, looking for Sammy. Why the hell did he run off?

"I'm gonna kill him." Dean said to no one. As he carried on slowly, he heard a twig snap behind him. He turned quickly, but not quick enough. He felt something come in contact with his head.

"Dammit!" he yelled. In an instant, all went black.

"Sammy?...Sam? You ok?" Dean coaxed. It always scared him when sam had one of his...visions.

"Yea, I'm ok." sam said from his arms below.

"Just a nightmare, huh?" Dean said, worry etched on his face.