A/N: Okay, I honestly don't know how I ended up at the beginning of Season 1.

These two drabbles are related and there is a bit fluff at the end. Please don't blame me. I think the cold medication I'm on got my brain a little mixed up… *mutters* Yeah, it must be the cold medication…

Plays shortly after the Pilot.

A/N: No baby Sam in here, sorry, Anjelicious. Just a mention of 'better' old times. But these drabbles are still for you if you want them. ^^ Happy Birthday, hon!!

A/N: Like always the hugest of thanks to Enkidu07 for beta'ing my crazy ramblings. *smishes you*

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Lullabies Don't Work No More

"Dean?"

The voice pulled Dean out of a deep, dreamless sleep.

He groaned softly and blinked a few times.

The room was still drenched in darkness. What the hell?

Just as he thought that he had only imagined the sound he heard his brother softly call his name again.

But something was wrong. Sam's voice sounded young and frightened.

"Sam?" Dean fumbled for the light switch. Seconds later the room was filled with warm light.

Dean blinked a few times before focusing on Sam.

His eyes were huge and way too bright in his flushed face.

Dean was fully awake now and worried.

"Sam? You okay?" He got up and crouched next to Sam's bed.

"Was it a dream? Jess's death. Did I only dream that…" Unshed tears shimmered in Sam's glassy eyes.

TBC…