#18 Closer than you think.

John had called everyone he knew, trying to find answers. So far Sam had looked up what had to be every paranormal website that there possibly was. And he had found next to nothing.

Sarah was having more luck than most. She called Sam three days in a row with information, which wasn't a lot, but was more than both Winchesters had found. She had gathered it all from the two physiological files of the victims . Sam had a little book of everything she had told him.

Silver Sandman

. In every description the sandman appears to have white/silver hair.

.The victims were considered clinically insane.

.They generally tend to torture victims from a young age, usually teens, the victim tends to have a younger brother or sister. In early twenties.

They didn't talk to Dean about it, even if he was the one that brought it up. They would simply change the subject or tell him,' Not today Dean.' As if he was some sort of child.

Dean didn't like being treated like that at all. He wasn't five years old. Instead he went for a walk, ignoring and avoiding at all costs, his father's protests or his offers to come with him. He didn't want company most of the time, but any time that he did, Sam and John were too busy.

Most days Dean would just sit on the grass, given that their was any outside the motel. If he felt like he need to get away from it all, he went for a walk around the town they where staying in.

All the while he was trying to find out more about the sandman, using and opening his mind to the voices;  But, they never said much.

*

Dean gently closed the motel room door, half expecting his brother and father to be out ;the room was so quiet.

"Hello?" he shouted.

"Dean! Where have you been?" John demanded, he peered out from the kitchen.

The smell of food filled the air as Dean walked in. It smelt nice and decent. A smile almost spread across his face when he saw his father and brother sitting together, eating and comparing notes, which he noticed weren't all to do with him.

"You want something to eat?" Sam asked through a mouthful of food.

"No. No thanks."

"Son you need to eat something, you're like a walking corpse..."

"Dad , I'm not hungry." Dean snapped.

"Okay. Okay."

"Anyway. The demons getting closer. In fact it's in a town not far from here. We should pack up and go after it as soon as possible.

"Good. Any more news of the sandman?"

"Dean." Sam sighed," Not today."

Dean grinded his teeth, holding back his reply. This wasn't the time for choice phrases.

"Why don't we just, get ready and head on."