Dreams

By ChastitySwayy

http://www.geocities.com/chastityswayy/

 

Disclaimer:  I don’t own anything; they belong to Warner Bros. Television Production Inc., Wonderland Sound and Vision, Eric Kripke and Robert Singer.  I’m just borrowing them to play with for a couple hours.  I promise I’ll give them back in mostly the same condition.

 

Sam dreams of blonde hair and long legs, and a smile that lights up the room.  He dreams of chocolate chip cookies, and lazy Sunday afternoons spent in bed.  When he dreams, he can touch her, taste her.  He can make love to her again while he whispers endearments in her ear.

 

The dreams never stay that way for long.  They always end with Jess being pulled from his arms and to the ceiling and all he can do is lay there and watch her bleed and burn, begging him to save her.  He can hear the laughter of the demon in his head, taunting him as it destroys the woman he loves.

 

He wakes up screaming Jessica’s name.  Strong arms surround him and pull him close.  Sam clutches at Dean, burying his face in Dean’s chest while he sobs out his pain.  His fingers dig into Dean’s back hard enough to leave bruises.  “It’s ok Sammy.”  Dean whispers against his hair while he rocks him.  “It’s ok.”

 

After 20 minutes or so, Sam cries himself out.  He lies back down in the cheap motel bed, and Dean tucks the blanket up around him as he falls back into an exhausted slumber.

 

Dean lays in his own bed, listening to Sam breathe.  Sam will sleep through the night now; the crying jags that come after the nightmare always seem to exhaust him enough to sleep soundly.  One time, the morning after, Dean had asked him what the nightmares are about.  Sam looked away and told him he didn’t know what Dean was talking about.  Dean never brought it up again, but he worries.  There’s only so much the mind can take before it snaps.

 

He feels like a failure for not being able to help his little brother.  He’s supposed to take care of Sam.  Dad made him promise when they were kids, and he’s always tried.  So for now, he does the only thing he can.  He waits up for Sam to start screaming, and then holds him while he cries.