Ghost of a chance.

"What's happening?" Dean asked with a gasp. He sat bolt upright in bed, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

"You've been dreaming, and you cried out like a girl" Sam Chuckled.

Dean recalling his nightmare narrowed his eyes and stared at his brother with a look that said 'the dream was too real and that's not funny'.

"Seriously, like a five year old girl whose lost her favorite doll!" Sam was trying desperately hard not to burst out laughing at the expense of his brother; but for once he was enjoying ribbing his sibling for his girly scream, albeit in his sleep. For his trouble he had a pillow thrown at his head, dazing him for a second he sarcastically laughed "now that's not nice".

"Well shut up then" Dean responded more subdued than his normal self and whilst rubbing his own aching head. His dreams having kept him awake throughout the night, and the darken rings around his eyes were the evidence things were not right in his world.

Sam couldn't help himself "so did you lose your dolly?" he asked with his back to his brother expecting another pillow to head his way. Dean looked at him and saw his shoulders moving to the rhythm of laughter, shaking his own head he rose out of bed.

"Something is gonna happen and it's not going to be nice!" Dean stated as he walked passed Sam and put the bathroom light on. Closing the door behind him he could still feel his brother's eyes staring at him, he called out "got your attention now?"

Sam was actually staring at the door, a look of confusion on his face, what the hell did Dean mean, he got up to find out. Pushing open the door, he saw his brother staring blankly into the mirror "Dean what's up?" he asked with concern.

"My dreams were too real; there was a house, a knife, Sam you got to promise to make sure I'm alright…" Dean swallowed hard, vivid images from his dreams still fresh in his memory.

Dean had no time to finish, as Sam picked his mouth up from the floor "I'm with you all the way Dean, I'll look after you, you can count on it!"

"No Sam, I had the same dream over and over last night, and each time no matter what was done differently I ended up stabbing you" lowering his head, and closing his eyes Dean tried desperately to hold back the tears "you've got to make sure I'm alright with you and if I'm not get as far away from me as you can!"

Sam choking back on his own tears; searched for the words to comfort his brother "there's no law to say what you dreamt is going to come true, it was a dream Dean, just a dream".

Dean turned bleary eyes, "I hope you're right Sam, because I don't want to live that dream in any way shape or form… ever"

The moment was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Can you get that?" he asked wiping his eyes, trying to find his big brother status.

Sam went over to the dresser and picked up the phone "it's a message, from Dad I think"

"What does it say" Dean asked, calling out from the bathroom while he splashed water over his face.

"We got to go to Ohio, a woman needs our help" Sam stared at the details of the message.

"Ohio, crap" Dean shook his head and grabbed a towel as he joined his brother. "Why?"

"Says she's haunted, we'll get more info from his book" Sam looked up at his brother, watching him pat his face dry, "you going to be ok?"

"Yeah, you know me, take the rough with the smooth, as long as there's no big house down a long windy lane, and you drive where we're going so I can get some sleep, no problem" his cheeky grin did nothing to convince Sam he was now okay.

On the road, Sam couldn't help looking over at his brother while he slept. Noticing at times the movement of his eyes, a sure sign he was dreaming. He only hoped Dean wasn't experiencing the nightmare he had before or even the types of dreams he had about Jess.

Their journey was nearly at an end, they were now going along the last road to their destination, they hadn't seen another car for the last 5 miles "Dean, wake up, Dean!" Sam reached over and tried to wake his brother grabbing him on the leg.

"Arrggghh" Dean screamed, scaring the life out of Sam too when he almost jumped out of his own skin.

"Whoa woooh" Sam cried out, the car weaving all across the road.

Dean, now very much awake, took hold of what he could as Sam tried to gain control.

"WOOOH, woah, WOOOah" Dean panted, his eyes picking out the tree in the distance where he was going to die. "WOAH SAM LOOK OUT"

The car seemed to take on a life of its own, no matter what Sam did the car fought against him. Within seconds, the tree Dean had eyed was fast approaching.

"SAM STOP THE DAMN CAR NOW!" Dean pleaded, screwing his face up anticipating a crash.

"Help, I can't control it" Sam's hands were trying to work the steering wheel, as he pumped the brakes, but neither was to any avail.

Quickly glancing over, Dean was about to grab the wheel when the car spun across the road and slammed right sided into a tree.

An uneasy silence fell, the night was drawing in, help for the boys seemed a distant hope.

With his head resting on his arm over the steering wheel, Sam groaned, a small cut down his cheek was oozing blood. "Argh, mmmph" Peeling himself away from the wheel, he gently looked up, a glow of orange lit the area and then was gone, his confusion soon going as he realized it was the blinker light. "Oh man, what the hell..?" His head pounding, he tried to work out if he was still in one piece. Not feeling any objection from his body he slowly pushed himself back into his seat. Closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, but reality slapped him across the face "Dean?" he gasped, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Turning to look, the sight before him was almost too bad to see.

Dean was unconscious, the door pushing against his side where it had craved in from the impact. His body doubled over, his head almost suspended as the seatbelt took his weight.

"Oh God, Dean?" Sam unbuckled himself, and turned to his brother. Hesitate of what to do next; he then noticed a 'dripping' from Dean's head.

Bending to look, he saw a gash where Dean's head had smashed against the window. Now unsure where to touch his brother; panic was setting in.

"Dean please wake up, come on man, wake up" Sam cried out, he hoped for something, but Dean remained out cold.

Sam wiped the sweat from his brow; he had to somehow find a way to help his brother. "I'm sorry Dean" thinking he had no other choice he took hold of Dean's neck to support him and tried to gently place him back.

"AAaaw"

"Dean?"

Dean's eyes rolled around, his face showing the pain he was in. "Sam?" he mouthed.

"Don't move" Sam demanded, before realizing if there was any damage to be done, he'd had already done it.

"It hurts" Dean managed to utter to a concerned brother.

"Where?" Sam sheepishly asked, hoping and praying it wasn't his back.

"My ribs, head, I've got the mother of all headaches!" Dean's humor was surfacing.

"Try and stay still, I've got to find a way to get you out, can you move your legs?" Sam finally asked.

"What you want me to do the can-can? Yes I can move them, but you touch my ribs I'm gonna have to break your neck" Dean huffed

"You're gonna have to come out this side, are you going to be able to do it?" Sam ignored his brother's remark, he knew Dean was hurting and was trying to cover it up with humor.

"Yeah, no sweat" Dean started to shuffle in his seat, wincing under the pressure he placed on his side.

"Let me help you" Sam reached over and tried to grip his brother under the arm and help pull him out.

"Ouch, Sam stop" Dean pleaded, grabbing at his side hoping that would ease the pain.

"Sorry, oh man sorry" Sam threw his hands up.

Dean felt the warm flow of blood run down his face, reaching up he felt the sticky fluid, the cut to his head split about two inches; he was going to need stitches.

"We need to stop the bleeding" Sam began searching the back seat for the first aid kit.

"Sam I don't feel so good" Dean swallowed, he was salivating like he was about to be sick.

"You need to get to a hospital, where's the cell, I'll ring for an ambulance" Sam picked up a cloth and gave it to Dean to place on his head, before reaching for the cell.

"I don't need to go to the hospital" Dean protested.

"Yeah, you do" Dialing 911 Sam's faced dropped. "Nothing"

"What?" Dean asked weaker than before.

"No signal, were in the middle of no where, with no signal" putting the cell in his pocket "I'm gonna have to go for help"

"You're taking me with you" Dean shifted in his seat, groaning and throwing his head back as his ribs protested his movement.

"Dean you need to stay here, I'll be back when I can" Sam glanced at Dean for a moment, hoping he wouldn't get the back chat.

"Where we go one, we go all, or something like that, help me out" Dean took in a deep breath and began making the move out of his seat and then out of the car.

Sam shaking his head, knowing it was a bad idea, he still helped his brother where he could.

Some agonizing moments later Dean slumped against the driver side of the car.

"You wrecked my car bro" Dean said taking in short breaths, the blood still running down his face.

"All in a brother's job description" Sam tried to joke.

"There's nothing around here for miles right?" Dean had no idea where they were, he just knew the pain he was going to be in trying to make it somewhere, and was trying to prepare himself for the journey.

"You really need to stay here" Sam tried to tell him again, replacing the cloth against his brothers wound "protect the car".

"Sammy, there's no one around here for miles, the car has enough weapons to protect itself, I'm coming with you" although he was hurt, he had no plans to leave his brother walking down unknown roads at night by himself.

"Hey Dean, we've got to be only a couple of miles from the house Dad's wanted us to go, we make it there, we can call for help"

"Great two birds one stone" the older brother hissed as he pushed himself off the car "come on we got a ghost to dispose of"

"Don't think you're up to that" Sam said in all seriousness.

"What gave that away, the blood pouring from my head, the throbbing, or that fact I've broken at least three ribs" Dean in his usual dry humored way gave Sam a look to let him to get his ass is gear.

"We should take supplies" Sam went to the trunk and rummaged around for their ghost ridding kit.

Dean caught sight of what Sam was about to put in the bag "NO" he shouted.

The younger brother was startled for a moment then questioned "what?"

"Not the knife okay?" he stood awkward watching his brother doing what he would normal do, prepare for the fight.

"Sure" Sam nodded, kicking himself for not remembering, "okay that's everything, let's go"

TBC

Let me know what you think, I got a good idea where this is going but any input would be greatly appreciated. Oh but don't be too hard as I haven't actually seen one episode of Supernatural as yet, I'm just a Jensen Ackles fan waiting for it to be shown in the UK!