It was 11:57, and the middle Winchester needed sleep desperately however it seemed his baby brother's nightmares always happened close to midnight, when his dad's snoring would finally even out, and the bottle of Jack would fall to the floor.

"Come on Sam, wake up!" Dean tried to command in a near silent whisper "Sammy, I'm trying to help you here." He whispered harshly grabbing his baby brother by the shoulders.

Sam's eyes flashed open, gazing about the room searching for someone; His eyes landed on Dean.

"It's not real, I'm here Sammy, and nothing is going to get you." Dean cooed in the boy's ear while Sam fell into a slumber, Dean would stand guard over his brother so the nightmares didn't reappear.

The clock blinked back at him 12:03