So, after not writing anything in forever I decided to write a Supernatural fanfic. Not sure how I feel about it. The boys are hard to write!
Anyway, I don't own anything. Enjoy.
"Not much longer, Milord, and he will be ready."
Sam Winchester woke up in a cold sweat. Was it a nightmare? He hadn't had one since the night Yellow Eyes had died. Perhaps his continued use of his powers had stirred up the old ability. The throbbing pain in his head added to the theory.
No, on second thought, it couldn't have been one of those nightmares. Those had been accompanied with fear and urgency. Though a little shaken, he felt completely fine. Well, he felt a strange sense of acceptance and complacency under the initial shock. Sam sat up and pressed the palm of his hands to his eyes, trying to block out the shaken feeling. With a sigh, he looked around the room. Still dark. Very dark. He could hear Dean's breathing coming from the bed beside him.
Accepting he still had at least a few more hours before he could reasonably get up, he laid back down and allowed his mind to wander. What an odd dream it had been. Odd that it should cause him to be uneasy. All ready the dream was fading from his memory. Sam closed his eyes, trying to rewatch it. Shadows and lines formed the blurry image of two people. One seemed extremely familiar to Sam, but he couldn't place it. They weren't doing much. Just talking. He could make out a noise, but nothing distinct.
Only one detail stood out to the Winchester boy. Deep purple eyes, full of pleasure. He wasn't sure which figure it belonged to. He tried to urge himself to pull it all into focus, but the harder he pushed the worse the throbbing in his head became. He gave it up as a bad job. What'd it matter any way? He rolled to the side, hoping to get some sleep.
But there was a nagging feeling he just couldn't shake.
The blare of the radio was the first thing Sam heard in the morning. Great. Dean was all ready up. Usually Sam liked to wake before Dean. Then he didn't have to endure such an unpleasant awakening.
"Rise and shine, Sammy. Bobby's found us a hunt." Dean yelled when he caught sight of Sam waking.
"You're in a good mood this morning." Sam grumbled. His night had been restless, and full of strange dreams.
Dean grinned at his brother and shrugged. Sam immediately came up with two theories. Either the hunt was in Vegas, or it involved women.
Dean sensed Sam's thought process, "Oh, come on. Do you really think I'm that skivvy?"
"Honestly Dean, yeah, I do."
Dean opened his mouth to respond, but after a few moment of considering what he could possibly say he conceded the point to his brother, "Nah, it's not that. I'm just looking forward to a hunt that doesn't involve demons."
Sam wasn't entirely sure if he believed his brother, but if they had a hunt he couldn't ignore it. With another grumble, he forced himself out of bed.