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A Room

Sam is asleep...and restless. He moans, cries out, jerks himself awake, and looks around. He doesn't recognize the room. He hears someone in the bathroom and leans back on the bed in dread and anticipation, taking in the room around him. The door opens and Meg walks out. His heart pounds in his chest.

Sam stares at her. "What are you doing here?" He asks, immediately on the defensive.

Meg walks over to him. "You invited me. Remember?" She said in that sickly smooth voice that only a demon could muster. He frowns.

I'd never invite you here." He looks around. "Where's Dean?"

She slips into the bed beside Sam. "He left so we could have time alone. He only left because you insisted that he go."

Sam shakes his head. "Why would I do that?"

Sam starts to get out of the bed, but Meg stops him by grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back. He tries to stop her, but suddenly realizes that his arms are above his head. Meg laughs at him and then straddles him. He starts to cry out when she kisses him. He suddenly jerks and sees Dean over him. Dean has his hand over Sam's mouth and he's frowning.

"Sammy, are you awake now?" Dean asks, worriedly. Sam stares at him and after a moment, nods. Dean removes his hand and looks worried.

Sam frowns "It's Sam. Why are you sitting on me with your hand over my mouth?"

Dean stands up and looks at Sam. "Dude, you were getting loud."

Sam looks around and mutters guiltily, "Sorry."

"What was it about?"

Sam stands up. "I need a shower. " He walks into the bathroom, and Dean hears the shower start as he puts on a tee shirt. A few minutes later, he hears the shower stop and looks at the door. Sam walks out wearing his jeans. He grabs a shirt from his bag and puts it on. He sits on the bed and begins to put on his shoes.

Dean is still looking at him. "So, what did you see?"

Sam won't look at him. "It was nothing."

Dean shakes his head and scoffs. "If what was going on with you was nothing, then we need to rewrite the dictionary."

Sam looks at him. "You were getting so loud and violent, that I was afraid that someone was going to call the cops."

Sam stands and picks up his bag. "I don't want to talk about it." He looks at Dean. "Not yet."

Dean shrugs and picks up his bag. "Fine. But I know it was bad, Sammy. I..."

Sam looks at him with a stony stare. "Drop it, Dean."

Sam walks out the door and Dean looks around the room. He starts toward the door and his phone rings. He looks at the number and presses a button.

"Dad. Are you ok?" Dean is frowning. On the other end of the line, John is looking around suspiciously.

"I'm fine Dean. I wanted to check on you and Sam. Are you both alright?"

Dean looks at Sam sitting in the car. "Dean? What's wrong?"

Dean sighs. "It's Sam. He had a nightmare. He got pretty loud and violent."

John breathes out. "Has he told you what he dreamed about?"

Dean shakes his head. "No. He refused to talk about it.. He told me to drop it."

"You know your brother. You can't force him to talk if he doesn't want to. He's just as stubborn as you are." They both laugh. "Dean, take care of your brother. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Dad, we were just getting ready to go. We've been here for a couple of days." He hears a sharp intake of breath and turns around. Sam is standing there.

"Is that Dad?" Dean nods and Sam holds out his hand for the phone. "I need to talk to him." Dean shakes his head. "Dad, what do you want us to do?" "I want you two to be careful."

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