AN: Thank you to Final Spirit for the info on werewolves!

"SAM!" Dean yelled, fear in his eyes. Sam watched as the knife came down, ready to take it's victim.


"Sam." Sam woke up to his brother's concerned face. He groaned and sat up.

"Another nightmare?" Dean questioned, obviously tired. Sam just studied him while choosing his words. "What?" he asked.

Sam just shrugged his shoulders.

"You're not gonna kiss me are ya?" Dean teased.

"Jerk" Sam snirked, getting up.

"Bitch." Dean countered. Sam made his way to the bathroom. A quick shower would help ease away the uneasiness he felt.


Dean watched Sam go into the bathroom, a worried expression on his face. Shaking his head, he got up and made some coffee. He was tired, real tired. But of course he's never admit it to Sam. The kid has enough to worry about. When Sam came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, Dean handed him a cup of coffee.

"Looks like you really need it, buddy." Dean said.

"Yea, 'cause you look so much better." Sam said, rolling his eyes, but took the coffee non-the-less.

"Well, how about telling me what's on your mind, what the nightmare was about. And we both know I'm obviously the hotter one. " Sam gave him his all-famous death glare.

"No, I'm ok." Sam said, shaking his head.

"C'mon. If you keep it in, it'll kill you." Dean tried.

"Yea, this coming from the mute master himself." Sam said sarcastically. " It changed." he said after a few minutes of an uncomfortable silence.

"What did?" Dean asked confused.

"The dream. Well, something about the dream changed. I just can't figure out what it was." Sam sighed. He recounted the events of his dream to Dean, who was just as confused as his little brother.

"The dream was kinda short for details." Came Dean's response.

"I don't control them, Dean."

"I know. But in the mean time, I found us a gig." Dean smiled, moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Are you freakin' serious?" Sam said, groaning.

"Yes. Just listen." Dean said as Sam rolled his eyes. "I was bored sitting here day in and day out, so I researched onli–hey, I can research on my own!" Dean defended when he heard a small snort come from Sam. "Anyway, I found that there have been unidentified animal attacks, a decrease in local wildlife, and people have been going missing, all occurring within the lunar cycle, or a full moon." Dean finished and looked at Sam with pride, smiling.

"So, it's a werewolf." It wasn't a question. "Ok, where to?" Sam asked, sighing.

"Nye County, Nevada. Death Valley National Park. Yeah, go figure. 'Death' Valley." Dean said, obviously entertaining himself. He laughed to himself and shook his head.

"Dude, people dying is not a joke." Sam said, not really in the mood for Dean's wit.

"But come on, that is totally ironic."

"Whatever, let's go." Sam said, packing up his discarded clothes.

"Whoa, whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?"

"Look, I guess I'm just really tired. I'm sorry, I'm still freaked about my dreams. You know with you-" but Sam was cut off.

"One more word and I swear I'll knock you out." Dean said, only half joking. He didn't need a reminder.

"Hey, you asked." Sam said, laughing. They finished packing their belongings in silence.

"Alright, Sammy. Let's get this show on the road." Dean said, his voice full of excitement.


sorry it took so long to update...kinda had writers