"Sammy! You're going to die!" the laughed warning penetrated the blackness of his sleeping mind; an all to familiar voice. "There's nothing you can do, and there's nothing your dead brother can do…. Ooopsiiieee…. Did I upset you?"
Dead dean flashes before his eyes and the speaker is finally there.
Lucifer.
"Hey Sam, miss me?"
He lunges forward, laughing.
A breath lurches from Sam's throat as a scream, sending him from his dream and into the reality of the dark hotel room.
Dean is at his side before he can think shaking him.
"Sammy!"
He blinks at his brother, his alive brother and finally his heart slows.
"Dean…" he breathes.
His older brother raises an eyebrow and loosens his hold on Sam.
"What's kicking ya?"
Sam swallows and widens his eyes in an attempt to get the image of Lucifer from his mind.
Ever since Lucifer was taken from his mind and the barrier was mended, Sam hasn't had the constant torture of the pit in his waking mind; but a memory is a memory… something you can't erase. Once something is planted in your mind, it is always there. Lucifer is a memory and a fear in dreams now, that is something that can never be erased or forgotten.
But why worry Dean?
Sam shakes his head.
"Nothing, Dean."
The eyebrow shoots up further as the brother scoffs.
"Hell of a nothing." He mutters, eyeing one more time before returning to his own bed. "Maybe 'nothing' can be quieter next time."
Sam nods slowly and relaxes back onto the pillow; but he doesn't dare close his eyes.
"Hey Sammy, if 'nothing' gets harry, wake me up." Sam hears his brother mutter.
A fleeting smile passes across Sam's face and with the thought of Dean, he dares to close his eyes.