"Sam? Sam? SAM?" Dean rushed down the hallway he could hear Sams muffled screams, blood stained the hallways, the smell of sulfur was overwhelming almost unbearable. Where was he and more importantly where was Sam? Everywhere he turned there were Devils traps laced with salt and blood. Suddenly his body jerked forward. His surroundings quickly changed back into the foul motel room. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked over and saw Sam noisily clicking away on his computer. He had been dreaming. A feeling of relief washed over him, after everything they went through he couldn't bare with losing him again.
"Any cases?" Dean muttered cringing at his own morning breath.
"Well good morning too you too sunshine" Sam said rolling his eyes "Ya I spoke to Bobby he has a friend down in Texas who was murdered went to check the place out and the place reeked of sulfur."
"So why doesn't Bobby handle the case himself since hes already down there?"
"I don't know he said he had some business to take care of and he just gave me the coordinates." Sam rubbed his chin and peeked over at his brother, Dean seemed to be shaken up lately like something was bothering him. Dean rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Dean, did you hear me? We should go."
"Fine." Dean mumbled. Sam was expecting some kind of wise crack or something, he felt a mixture of emotions he felt happy that Dean was focusing on cases now but also concerned because of his sudden change in mood. Sam honestky had no clue what was bothering his brother but he hoped it was just some passing phase and would wear off soon.