A BROTHER'S NIGHTMARE

DISCLAIMER

Takes place after "Hell House ". Nightmare on Elm Street belongs to Wes Craven and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. Nightmareverse is slightly AU in that Nancy never died, but was merely injured by Freddy and Freddy Vs. Jason never happened. Any questions you have concerning how Nancy and Sam met will be answered later on. And for the story, Nancy still has those strips of white in her hair that you saw in the first movie after she pulled Freddy's hat out of her dream.

CHAPTER ONE: AN ARGUMENT AND VISION

Sam and Dean Winchester pulled into the parking lot of another nameless hotel. They got the key for their room, grabbed their stuff, and walked into the room.

"I'm gonna hit the sack," Dean stated.

"'Kay. I'll be there in a sec," Sam responded. Dean went to bed. Sam waited until he heard the familiar sounds of his brother sleeping. Then, he dug around his napsack until he found what he was looking for. He poured out a pill and swallowed it dry. Then he he put the bottle back and and then joined his brother. The next morning, Sam woke up to a gun being cocked. With a gasp, Sam jerked on the bed and looked around eyes wide.

"Whoa. Easy, Tiger. I'm just doin' a little maintenance," Dean chuckled.

"Dude, warn a person," Sam grumbled.

"So, how'd you sleep?" Dean wondered.

"Good," Sam answered.

"No nightmares?" Dean questioned.

"No nightmares," Sam responded.

"Well, good. You deserve some rest," Dean approved. Sam managed a small smile. Then, he grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower. While Sam was busy, Dean went about his gun maintenance. When he was done with his stuff, he went over to Sam's bag. Opening it, the hunter was confused when he didn't see any weapons.

"What the---?" he asked in confusion. He rummaged through the bag. Then, he came across a small pill bottle. "What the heck it is this?" he asked to himself. He rotated the bottle until it showed the name. "Sam Winchester, hypnocil, prescribed by Dr. Nancy Thompson," he read. What the---why is Sammy takin' somethin' called hypnocil? he wondered. Just then, the door opened and Sam came out clad in jeans and in the process of putting on his shirt.

"Sammy, what is this and why are you takin' it?" Dean demanded, holding up the bottle.

"You went through my things?" Sam questioned.

"I was doin' some maintenance, thought you had some stuff that needed to be checked," Dean responded. "Now, you goin' to tell me what this stuff is or not?" he continued.

"Not," Sam responded, snatching the bottle away.

"Sammy," Dean said reproachfully.

"Look Dean, what I do or don't do to help me sleep is none of your business," Sam growled, throwing the container into his bag and zipping it up.

"And if you run out of the stuff?" Dean questioned.

"Nancy and I have a long-standing arrangement," Sam responded.

"Nancy?" Dean repeated. "You're on a first name basis with your doctor?" he asked.

"Why don't you just back off, Dean!" Sam shouted. Dean's jaw dropped in surprise. He had never seen his brother so touchy before. What was wrong with him? Why was taking some kind of pill such a big deal? The younger hunter averted his gaze. He didn't want Dean to know why he needed the hypnocil. Why Nancy had prescribed it to him long term. He knew that if he told, his older brother would think he was weak, that he couldn't take care of himself. But it was just safer this way. This way, he was able to sleep and not be bothered by any nightmares. Dean stared at his brother, feeling frustrated. He didn't understand why Sammy was being so sensitive. Why was he being so evasive about this pill?

"Forget it. I'm just gonna go grab somethin' to eat," Sam stated, as he pulled out a wad of bills.

"Yeah, okay," Dean agreed. Sam left the hotel and headed for a fast food restaurant. Once there, he bought two burgers and two drinks. Then, he went back to the hotel.

"Got us some food," he said to his older brother. They ate their meal in silence.

"You look beat. Why don't you get some sleep?" Dean suggested as he booted up the lap top. Out of the corner of his eye, the older hunter saw his brother take out the pill bottle and took one of its contents.

"You still need those?" he asked.

"Drop it," came the response. With a sigh, he did as he was told. Sam lay on the bed, closing his eyes and lulling himself to sleep.

Sam looked around. Where was he? He didn't recognize the surroundings. It seemed to be some kind of hospital. Then he saw the sign: Greenwood Hospital. Then, the sign for New Jersey. There was a boy sleeping on a bed. Then, he became aware of another presence. He watched as a figure materialized and headed for the boy. It was wearing a dirty brown hat and a dirty green and red sweater. As the figure's right hand moved downward, Sam caught sight of the four silver knives.

"NOOOOOOO!" Sam bolted up, heart pounding. Dean turned around in surprise.

"What is it?" he asked.

"We gotta go. We gotta go now!" the younger Winchester cried. Dean watched as Sam gathered his belongings. Unnerved by the extreme agitation of his younger brother, the older man quickly moved into action. He grabbed his gear and followed his brother to the Impala. Then, the older Winchester got into the driver's seat.

"Floor it," his little brother ordered.

"Where are we goin'?" he wondered.

"New Jersey. Greenwood Hospital," was the clipped response.

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"Monster," Sam answered shortly.

"What kind?" Dean asked.

"Dream," Sam told him.

"What do you mean?" Dean wondered. Sam didn't answer, but began humming.

"Dude, cut it out," Dean snapped. Sam shut up and the rest of the ride was silent.