"Sammy," he whispers, and you jump the first time.
"Sammy," he whispers, and this time you are ready.
"Dean? Dean, where are you?" you call to him.
"Sammy," he says back, pleading with and warning you all at once.
"Dean, please. I just want to see you."
"Sammy," he sighs, and he's gone again- you can feel the emptiness of the room in your bones.
"Sammy?" he asks, and you let out a sort of breath that you hadn't realized you'd been holding (it's been months now).
"Dean," you say to him, "Dean, I can't do this anymore. I've been holding on to you for too long. We both need to move on."
"Sammy," he says, and it's all apologies and heartbreak. I didn't mean to, he's telling you, and I'm so sorry.
"It's okay, Dean, it really is. But it's time."
"Sammy," he says again, sounding stern and reproachful, sounding so much like Dad that you can't help but let out a startled chuckle. You realise now that he probably can't move on- he's left something unfinished, incomplete, and he can't let go until it's done.
"What is it, Dean? I'll help you, I can help you finish it."
"Sammy," he laughs, and it sounds a lot like 'bitch,' and he's not gonna tell you, he never tells you anything important until it's too late. When he leaves this time, there's a breeze stirring your hair, and you feel the emptiness that trails inevitably behind him (like that stray cat that he fed a few times that summer you were fourteen), and you feel it settle deep into your soul.
You buy ear plugs.
A/N-
So here I was just using some prompts to get me back into the swing of things.
Prompt 1: ghost echoes
Prompt 2: ear plugs
Please let me know what you think!