Still My Brother

Chapter 1:

It was dark all around. And cold. I was running. But from what I could not tell. I could see my breath fog in front of my face. Where was I ? Where was Dean. I had to get to him. He'll know what's happening. I shout "Dean" but no sound comes. I cant hear anything, not even myself. Were we on a hunt , is that what's happening ? suddenly someone's there. I still cant see or see but I feel a presence with me. Not a good one. It feels cold and dark. All consuming. Like it's soaking up all the good. I'm scared. Dean would call me a wuss, but I don't care , just let me find him, please. Then I see. Someone is lying up ahead. No, not just someone. I will always know that figure. Feel it at my very core. Its Dean. I run towards him. He's not moving. Please let him be okay. Why isn't he moving ? is he … no! It cant be. Not Dean. Dad comes walking from the darkness. I cant read the expression on his face. It doesn't matter. He'll fix Dean. But he's not doing anything. I want to yell at him, but again no sound escape me. He looks at me then. The darkness around us seem all the more searing. "dad, do something" I want to beg. He raises his hand. That's when I notice the gun. He'll kill the thing that hurt dean. But he points his gun at me. I don't understand. He speaks then. I wish he hadn't. I wish I never heard him speak. "you. You killed him. You killed my son." No no no no. what's he saying. I would never hurt m brother. I finally find my voice "no dad. Its me. Sammy. Your son" why isn't he listening. "what are you doing?" "something I should have done a long time ago. First you take my Mary from me, now Dean too." I cant breath any more. Mom. I didn't kill her. Do you really believe that? My subconscious asks me. I always knew I was the reason mom died. The demon was in my nursery. Mom was there because of me. I am the reason Dean doesn't have a mother. No dad. I want to plead. But I don't. cause I know it will do no good. With clarity I can read the look on his face now. It's the same look he wears when facing a monster. Now its directed at me. I'm the monster now. The realization hits me like a punch in the gut. Dad speaks again. There is such hatred in his voice, the words only cripples me more. ''your not my son. I should have gutted you as soon as you were born. Mary is gone because of you. You're the one the demon wanted and my Mary suffered for it. My son, my last gift of Mary has suffered for it". With each word I shattered more and more. So, is it true ? have I killed my brother? I cant understand how I can ever harm I one person who matters most to me. "Say goodbye Sammy." with that I see him pull the trigger, and I'm falling. As I fall I can distantly hear a cold laugh filled with malice. Last I see a pair of eyes. Glowing yellow in their glee.

Sam gasps awake, sweat running down his brow, back coiled with tension. The blankets tangled around his legs. The door to their current home, the Blackrock motel, opens and his brother steps in.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty" yells the young man in his usually loud and cheerful voice. Sam in the mean while is still trying to get his breathing back to normal. He looks up at his brother with trepidation. Still trying to come to term with his nightmare. As soon as Dean notices his little brothers distress the cheerful demur drops. With a note of worry he sits by the teenager's bed and asks what's wrong. "nothing. I'm ok. Just a dream. Not real. Just a dream." "Another one. You've been having a lot of those lately."
"not another one. Same one." Sam says in a dejected tone. "and of course your not going to tell your awesome big brother about it." "its nothing Dean. Just stupid dreams." At least he hoped they were. Not wanting to continue with this discussion he quickly got of the bed. In his hurry he didn't notice the older man's worry. "gonna be late for school." "I'll drive you, oh! And dad called. Saied he might be a few more weeks. Hunts running longer." Sam was grateful for the close bathroom door for his brother didn't notice the flash of fear at the mention of their father. He had been having this same dream for weeks now. He didn't want to believe. But they felt too real, they left him too raw. But until he knew more he needed to keep his brother in the dark. He won't be able to tolerate if there was the same look of disgust in his brothers face that was in his father's in his dream. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. Time to start another day.

this is my first written fic. please forgive any mistake. let me know what you think. if anyone has any advice or pointer to better my writing it will be welcome.