Title: Thirty Hours
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s): Sam Winchester
Author: Chiri Kushi
Rating: PG 13
Summary: What if Ruby was right? What if Sam's premonitions are just hiding, waiting to be used when least expected? Based on Season THREE finale "No Rest For the Wicked."
A/N: This little super short drabble was written in 2008 right after the season three finale (oh, the good ol' days). I found it hiding in my e-mail account (I keep e-mails of beta work I did and that others did for me) and realized it was never published. I like how I wrote this, and to be quite frank I wished I wrote like this more often. I have a tendency to let my normal stories get dialogue heavy. Oh well.
THIRTY HOURS
Motionless.
The feeling of weightlessness surrounded Sam, suffocated him until all he was left with was the cool humid air of the white light that was blinding his eyes. Dropping to his feet, he rushes to where the body of his brother lay. Tears sting his eyes as he pulls Dean's body close to his, trying to grab hold of what's left of him. "No, no," he cries, tears cascading down his warm cheeks, "Dean."
Sam gasps as he shoots into a sitting position. Just a nightmare, he thinks to himself, half relieved, half frightened of what might become of the dream. He forces himself to calm his breathing, glad that he no longer gets premonitions of what's to come.
But it felt so real: the weightlessness of being pushed against the nearest wall, the wetness of the tears that were falling down his cheeks, the odd sensation of raspberry that touched his lips.
Sam checks his watch and groans, thirty hours to go. Thirty hours to find a way to save Dean. Thirty hours to keep his nightmare from being a reality.