The storm was raging hard against the window of the hospital. Dean Winchester was laying in the bed in one of the rooms. He groggily sat up and put his face into the palms of his hands. He let out a loud groan as the pain in his side became noticeable since the medicine in his system was just about gone. He didn't know how he got here. The last thing he remembered was that he and Sam were fighting this demon and the son of a bitch held him down and sawed through his side with a dull hacksaw. Then everything went black during his screams of pain.

"You awake, Dean?" a very familiar voice asked him from the corner of the room.

Dean looked over and saw his little brother in the chair looking like he just woke up.

"Sammy? What the hell am I doing in a hospital? You know hate these places." Dean didn't waste any time to criticize his brother for bringing him here.

"You were hurt too much for me to patch you up."

"So did you gank the son of a bitch who did this?" Dean asked.

"No. He got away by the time I got to you."

Dean fell back in the bed with an oomph and groaned from the pain shooting up his side.

"I'm going to go after the demon. Don't worry, I will find him." Sam finally said after a few moments of silence.

"The hell you're not. I'm going with you." Dean shot back up and anger flashed through his eyes.

"No you're not, Dean. I can take care of myself." Sam said quickly.

"My car, I'm going. Now let's get out of here." Dean swung his legs over the edge of the bed and wobbled as he got up.

He winced at the pain in his side, feeling the tight stitches pull in his side. But Dean kept moving, ignoring the burn.

"Dean quit. You aren't strong enough." Sam got up from the chair catching his older brother as he fell.

"To hell with that if you think I'm not going with you." Dean growled, pushing out of his brother's long arms.

Dean stripped the IVs out of his body and disconnected the heart monitor. A loud beep emitted from the machine. Ignoring it, he tore off his gown revealing his well toned body and newly attained stitches as he quickly threw on his baggy jeans and his AC/DC shirt. Nurses rushed into the room to see Dean making his way out. One of them grabbed Dean's arm and he turned his head her.

"Let me go. You all can go fuck yourselves if you think I'm staying in this fucking hospital." With that they all stood in shock as he walked out of the little room and into the corridor.

Dean didn't care. He wasn't letting Sammy go alone. He would rather go back to hell and that's saying a lot. He heard heavy steps behind him and Sam appeared next to him.

"Dean -…"Sam started but was quickly cut off.

"I don't want to hear it. " Dean stated as he threw open the front doors of the hospital and strode over to the place the Impala was parked.

Sam threw Dean the keys without objection and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. The car roared to life and within a few minutes they were back on the road. Not caring which way they were headed, Dean started scanning all the buildings for a motel. He reached over and cranked up the music and Creedence Clearwater Revival started to pool through the speakers playing the same song that was playing when he almost died the first time if it wasn't for his dad. About ten minutes down the road, it didn't take them long to spot a motel near the edge of town. The rain hadn't let up even the tiniest bit. So by the time the brothers got a room and opened the door to it, they were drenched in rain. Every move they made was just a big slosh. Sam quickly made his way to the bathroom to take a shower and get into some dry clothes. Dean stripped from his soaked clothes and threw them over the back of a chair near the small table in front of the motel room's window. He quickly grabbed a towel from inside the bathroom, ignoring the shouts of his little brother telling him to get out. He dried off the remaining water on his body. He dug around in his duffel bag and quickly pulled out a pair of black boxers and pajama bottoms and put them on.

Dean flopped down on one of the two beds and sighed. I can't believe I got my ass handed to me by a fucking demon of all things, Dean thought mentally slapping himself. He should have killed the demon, but instead he was almost killed. Dean closed his eyes. The sound of Sam stomping around was all he heard mixed with the strong downpour of rain. Almost quickly as he closed his eyes, he was fast asleep.

"Run!" A familiar voice called out to him, so familiar but yet he couldn't figure who it belonged to.

He ran, fast as his legs allowed him. Fire lapped around him, trying to eat at his being as it was famished with a hunger that could never be satisfied. The corridors of the building winded around, seeming to be going around nowhere. Then the walls seemed to move in close the farther he ran. Before they were narrow enough to only fit his body, he ran into a big room. It had no windows, only a row of flickering lights the illuminated most of the room except the far corner. What the room held almost brought the hunter to his knees. His little brother was strung up with chains to one of the four walls. The chains were clipped into several parts of his flesh, much like how he was strung up in Hell. His brother's eyes were wide and glazed over; his mouth hung wide open in a silent scream that never came. His entrails were hanging out of his stomach, some ripped apart and the rest hung perfectly untouched like a curtain. He could smell the rotting smell of his brother and he could feel the vomit rising in the back of his throat.

There was a soft cry coming from behind him. He quickly whipped his body around and scanned the rest of the room. A bundle of tan and messy black hair was what his eyes first fell on. The man before him had his back to him. He could see the man shaking enough to cause the messy hair shake. The man adorned the trench coat he knew all too well.

"Cas?" the hunter spoke out the angel's name softly as he made his way towards the angel in the corner.

He put his hand on the angel's shoulder and the man turned towards him. Cas' eyes were missing. The blue globes burned out of his head and blood ran from the sockets as if he was crying.

"Dean…Why can't I see?" the voice of the angel before him was cracking with sadness.

"Cas…" the hunter gasped out.

Dean fell to his knees. He couldn't stand anymore. It was too much. He should have completely broke at the sight of his brother dead and hung as a trophy, but something kept him together until then. All he could do is cry. He pulled the eyeless Cas into a hug and cried in the trench coat of his angel.

Dean woke up when an unknown force started to shake him.

"Dean...Dean!" A gruff, deep voice called out to him.

Dean's eyes fluttered open to only see the bright blue eyes of his best friend.

"Cas?" Dean rubbed his eyes and blinked at the angel that was a mere two inches from his face and was currently straddling his body, "Personal space, Cas."

"Sorry." The angel crawled off the bed and straightened himself up at the foot of it. "You called for me. I thought you were in trouble."

Groaning as he sat up, Dean looked at the angel puzzled.

"I didn't call you. I had a bad dream." Dean told him.

"But you did call for him, loudly, last night. Dean, you woke me up as well. You had been calling him for about an hour." a new voice added to the conversation.

Dean shot Sam a dirty look as if to say 'stay out of this conversation'.

"What was it about? The dream?"Cas asked.

Sighing, Dean looked the Angel in the eyes, "It's nothing to worry about."

"It is if you call for me while you sleep."

"It's nothing, featherbrain."

Dean got out of bed, the cold air hitting his moist body from all the sweat from the middle of the night. He felt eyes on him, but he still made his way to the table in front of the window that had the sight of the heavy rainfall through the sliver the curtains weren't drawn completely together. Sitting down in a chair that didn't have damp clothes draped across it, he looked at the two men before him.

"So…" Dean tried to break the awkward silence in the room.

Cas' face was unreadable, but something in his blue eyes made Dean suspicious as to why the angel was so quiet. Then he felt it. A warm feeling in his mind moved around, poking through the thoughts and memories residing inside.

"Cas! Get the fuck out of my head!" Dean growled deeply at the angel.

There was a sudden sweep of a warm feeling brush across his mind and then it was gone.

"Sorry I had to know what was upsetting you, Dean" A hint of concern mixed into his normal serious voice was very clear to the hunter.

"I told you it was nothing."

"Nothing? Having a dream of Sam strung up like a dissected animal and me crying blood through empty sockets is nothing?"

"It was just a bad dream." Dean mumbled, anger rising from Cas saying his dream out loud in front of his brother.

"Dean…" both Cas and Sam said at the same time.

"I don't want to talk about it." Dean got up from the table and stomped his way to the bathroom.

I really don't want them to know the nightmares happen every night, Dean thought to himself.