A/N Just a poem I wrote based on Supernatural. The quotes are slightly mixed up (John says one of Dean's quotes, and one of Sam's) but that was my own creative license, since it didn't work any other way. Disclaimers in full force and effect.
One of Those Things You Never Tell Me.
He tosses and turns.
The pictures in his mind.
Too much to bear.
Clouds of anger
Cover his brother's face.
His dream addled mind
Catches snippets of dialogue.
"Put down the gun, Sam!"
"Is that an order?"
Sam's voice is so cold,
That even in sleep, he shivers.
His dream head slowly turns,
And into his peripheral
Emerges his father.
"Don't you let him kill me, Dad!"
His pleas go unheard.
And John's face twists in hate.
"House rules, Sammy.
You shoot him in the heart, you hear!"
Covered in sweat
He jerks up in bed.
Standing over him is Sam,
A gun in his left hand.
"You gonna kill me, Sam?"
Sam's face splits into a grin, "No!"
Dean grins back, "That's my boy."