SWEET DREAMS

DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB, not me. Takes place directly after "Bloody Mary". I don't know. I just figured Sam deserved some peace. Oh, and sorry if I have anything spelled wrong. I only have word pad, which has no spell check.

Sam Winchester followed his brother Dean into the hotel room.

"Come on. Let's get some sleep. We got a long day ahead of us," Dean stated.

"Why bother? I'll just have the same dream again," Sam replied listlessly. Dean looked at his brother in surprise. Sammy wasn't usually so pessimistic.

"Sammy, you okay?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," was the answer. Dean's brows furrowed. Now he knew something was wrong. His younger brother hated being called "Sammy".

"Have they been getting worse?" the older man queried. Sam didn't answer, but went to the bed. Dean watched as Sam settled down and closed his eyes. Then, he did the same as his brother. Before long, both were fast asleep. Sam was back in his college dorm room. However, instead on being on his bed, he was actually standing over it. Feeling soft hands wrapping themselves around his shoulders, he turned around.

"Jessica," he said thickly.

"Hi, Sam," she greeted.

"Jess, I'm sorry. I---" he began to apologize.

"Ssssssh," she interrupted, putting a finger to his lips. "It wasn't your fault, Sam," she continued.

"But I dreamt it would happen, Jess. Even before, I dreamt it," Sam told her. Jessica looked at him sympathetically and caressed a cheek with her hand.

"It wasn't your fault, Sam," she repeated. She leaned in and kissed him.

"I'll always be with you," she whispered into his ear. The next thing Sam knew someone was shaking him. The man made irritated moaning noises.

"Come on, man. We're burnin' daylight," Dean scolded.

"It's morning all ready?" Sam asked, opening his eyes.

"Yeah. Let's go," Dean replied.

"Yeah, okay," Sam agreed with a reluctant sigh. He really wished Dean hadn't woken him up. He had liked it his dream. In silence, the brothers gathered up their meager belongings and headed for the door. On the way out, a slip of paper that hadn't been there before caught Sam's eye. Confused, he picked it up. I'll always be with you, the note said.

"Sam, you comin'?" he heard Dean ask.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm comin'," Sam responded. With a soft smile, Sam pocketed the note and shut the door behind him.

THE END