An: it's me again... I have the worst cold or allergies I've ever had. It's bad when your husband looks at you like an alien due to the amount of mucus you produce.

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural in anyway or they all would be sick and everyone would hate me.

Hidden Fears

Chapter 1 Night Terrors

Dean raised from his sleep, from his newest nightmare. It had been over a year since he had shot and killed, his father. And still every night Christopher Campbell was there, telling him what a waste of space he is, and how he is responsible for the death of the only mother, that he had ever known.

"Dean, are you alright?" John asked from the other side of the doors, after hearing his oldest scream out.

"I'm fine, sir." Dean answered once he trusted his voice, not to give away how messed up he felt.

"You know where to find me, if you need me." John replied not believing that I'm fine line for one second.

No, he could tell that there was something going on with Dean. Usually Dean would at least call him dad, but now he had insisted on reverting back to calling him, "sir."

Dean closed his eyes tightly, and willed not only his hands to stop shaking but also the nightmares away. But the moment that he closed his eyes, all he would see was the face of his "father."

"You're gonna get John and Sammy killed, just like you got Mary killed." Chris' vemenous words repeated over and over in his ears.

"You're not real." Dean answered, shaking his head, as his breathing sped up once more.

"Oh, that doesn't matter, you see I may not be real to John or your precious little Sammy, but I'm all too real to you. Isn't that right, Dean? In fact that makes it better, because I finally got where I wanted to be, Dean. I finally got inside your head." Chris' voice said as Dean's brain filled with devilish laughter.

"Get away from me!" Dean yelled as his nightmare once again stared him in his eyes.

"Never...why would I? I mean this is going to make my eternity of death, so much fun." Chris said continuing his laughter.

"I Said Get Away!" Dean yelled once again.

"If that's the way that you really want it... I guess that I could always use Daddy or Sammy for my entertainment." Chris cackeled.

"No, please just leave them out of this...I changed my mind." Dean begged as he was awakened by a knock at the door.

"Dean, son are you okay?" John asked as he inched closer to his oldest son.

"Don't just sit there dumbass, asnwer your "Daddy." Chris' voice yelled.

"Y-yes s-sir, I'm fine." Dean answered as he flinched away from the sound of Chris' voice.

If that's what fine looks like, I'd hate to see what bad looks like. You know Dean you can talk to me, if you need to. I won't think any less of you, you know that right, son? John suggested as he reached to pat Dean on the back and was shocked, when Dean put his hands up like he had expected to be hit.

"Like I said sir, I'm fine. Please just go back to bed." Dean begged with panic in his voice.

"Dean, listen I'm not leaving until I'm sure that you're okay." John answered worriedly.

"Please sir, it was just a nightmare." Dean answered with more confidence.

An: I would just like to thank you for reading and I hope you find it in your heart to review. And I take full responsibility for all errors.

Thank you,

Luna