Here's another old story I never posted. Hope you like it.

3:00 AM Madness

Chapter one

Motel room

Sam suddenly sprang up in his bed as a sharp pain shot through his head.

"Oh God." He moaned as he pressed his hands against his temples.

Dean had heard him and turned on the light between the beds. He sat up and watched as Sam slowly got up and headed toward the bathroom.

"Hey Sam, you okay?" He asked.

Sam raised his hand to acknowledge that he heard him but said nothing. He walked into the bathroom and ran water in the sink then splashed it onto his face and looked in the mirror as a small trickle of blood ran out of his nose. He could see a worried looking Dean standing behind him and he tried to wipe the blood away with the back of his hand before Dean saw it.

"Another headache?" Dean asked as he stepped closer.

"Yeah…they're getting worse…" Sam said as he squeezed his eyes shut against the blinding pain. It was then Dean saw the blood.

"Damn it Sammy you're bleeding! Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulders and turned him gently till he faced him. "I knew you were having headaches but I didn't know you were bleeding. You know Sam maybe you should see a doctor or something." He handed Sam some tissues.

"There's nothing they can do." Sam said dabbing at the blood.

"How do you know that?"

"I know…" When he saw the look on Dean's face he added. "I just know."

"Sammy something could be seriously wrong with you, you shouldn't be bleeding like that."

"What time is it anyway?" Sam said changing the subject.

Dean walked over to the bureau and looked at his watch.

"3:05 why?"

"It's weird…" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stop the pain.

"What's weird?"

"It always happens around three A M. These damn headaches, these nightmares…" Sam turned around and looked at Dean. "Why is this happening to me Dean? Why me?"

"I don't know Sam. I wish I could tell you something, but I just don't know."

"I'm really starting to freak out Dean…I'm scared…" Sam's voice broke as tears filled his eyes.

"Hey it's going to be alright. We'll get through this."

"There's something else Dean."

"Why is there always something else?" Dean felt bad for his brother. Sam had been through so much already and now these painful headaches…All he knew was that what ever was going on, he'd be there for him.

"I've been having these nightmares…nightmares where…where I'm killing people. I just feel like I have so much hate in me when I wake up…and I don't know why."

"They're only nightmares Sammy. They're not real….they didn't happen." Dean tried to reassure his brother.

"Yeah, but I feel like they could happen. I don't know what's happening to me but when I wake up I feel like I have this horrible rage inside of me and all I want to do is find someone to take it out on."

"Well try not to take it out on me Bro…" He gave his brother a small smile trying to hide his concern.

"That's what I'm scared of Dean. I'm scared one of these days I'm going to flip out and hurt you…or someone else."

"I'm not worried Bro…I trust you."

"Well maybe you shouldn't." Sam stared to get dressed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I just need to get some fresh air."

"Sammy, it's three A.M."

"I know … I won't be long. I'm just going for a little walk to clear my head." Sam started heading for the door.

"Hold on, I'll go with you." Dean said as he reached for his clothes.

"Dean, I'm not a kid. I can go out by myself."

"Sam this isn't a good area, you're likely to get jumped."

"I can take care of myself…Now go back to bed and get some rest."

Sam walked out of the motel before Dean could get dressed. Dean fought the urge to follow him. He knew Sam was getting tired of him playing big brother, His brother was an adult and didn't need a baby sitter.


When Sam wasn't back in an hour Dean really started to get nervous. He didn't care if Sam got pissed off or not, he was going to go find him and drag his ass back to the motel if he had to. He knew his brother could take care of himself, but he also knew there were gangs in the area with guns. And as good as Sam was in a fight, he was no match for a bullet. Dean quickly got dressed and hit the streets.

He circled the block first then started checking out the local bars. He had just come out of the third bar with no luck.

"Damn it Sammy where the hell are you?" He had started to walk back to his car when four men suddenly jumped out of a dark alley and before he could react pulled him into it.

"Hey!" Dean started to protest but then saw the gun pointed at his stomach.