A/N: So I started Supernatural a little late and by that I mean this past May. As a result I never got explore story lines while they were happening, one of my favorites being the year dean spent with Lisa and Ben in between seasons 5 and 6. So I'm writing them now, I may be late to the party but hopefully It's better late than never.
Sleep offers no peace, but it's the first time he's managed to succumb since he arrived at Lisa's house. He's suffocating, chest weighted, every breath is forced in and out painfully. Exhaustion settled deep in his bones the demons hold tight determined that even in sleep he will be tortured.
"Sam," Dean mumbles through the nightmare, face twisted in agony at his brothers' sinister smile and the devil over his shoulder wearing a matching grin.
Fire, blood, and brimstone hang thick In the air.
Then a hand is at his shoulder, and every hunter instinct flares to life in an instant. His hand grips the knife kept under the pillow, shooting up off the bed he latches at the offenders wrist, tugging the body closer as he swings the blade.
"Dean!" Lisa shirks in a panic snapping Dean from reaction to thought.
"Lisa?" Dean slurs out through sleep, dropping the knife as Lisa comes blearily into view. He releases his grip, hand trembling as he lowers it to the bed, body rigid as he struggles to control his breathing.
Lisa cradles her arm protectively, frozen in place, watching him like a frightened animal.
"I'm sorry," Dean grounds out roughly, his eyes settling on her wrist where he knows bruises are already forming. She watches him, unmoving, eyes wide with fear and says nothing. "Lisa" Dean tries to get a response, cringing when she startles at her name.
"I-I heard you yelling."
Dean sighs and shakes his head "you can't grab me while I'm sleeping."
"I'm sorry," Lisa says in a rush, turning quickly to leave the room.
"Lisa," Dean calls, desperate to make things right, stumbling slightly off the bed.
"Don't," Lisa pushes, holding up her un injured hand to stop his advances. "I'm fine Dean." She tells him, struggling to smile, moving to cradle her wrist. "Just try to get some sleep."
Dean falls back to the bed as she shuts the door, knowing distance is for the best but sleep is now the furthest thing from his mind. Growling in frustration he snatches the bottle of whiskey off the nightstand and tries to wash it all away.
A/N: if anyone is interested in oneshots about dean adjusting/ missing scenes from this year please review and feel free to drop an idea.