Title: Whimpers
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen are not mine. If they were I wouldn't be sitting here writing this story, I'd be in Hawaii rubbing sun-tan lotion on them.
Summary: The brothers, their dreams, and the weird clearing they might die in. Sequel to Laughter and Screams.
He cursed and ran through the woods. This was not supposed to be happening. He supposed to be one being sacrificed, not his brother, never his brother. He stopped and listened for any sounds. Nothing. The forest was quiet, dead quiet. He shivered at the thought, and began running again. The moonlight was his only guide in woods. He focused on his jogging and pushed away the thoughts of his brother bloody and beaten. He almost tripped when he heard the snarls of the demon that had taken his brother. He silently moved closer to the clearing that looked so familiar and watched. The demon pulled out a ceremonial knife and began to carefully cut symbols into his brother's skin. He winced when he saw the blood and heard his brother's laugh of defiance. The demon paused upon hearing the laugh, but continued, undisturbed by the display. His eyes widened when he realized that his dream was playing out, and that if he didn't get in there soon his brother would die. He grabbed his gun from the waist band of his pants and aimed for the monster. A roar echoed through the trees when the demon was shot with a mixture of rock salt and silver. He dropped his weapon and ran to check on his brother. There was a pulse. A little weak, but steady. He looked at his brother's face, memorizing every detail. The eyelids of his brother fluttered suddenly, and opened.
"Sammy." His brother whimpered quietly, as he came to consciousness. He let out a sigh of relief at his brother's words.
"Yeah, Dean. It's me. Are you okay?" Sam asked, worriedly. And began to run his hands over his brother's form, looking for broken bones.
"Don't get all chick-flick on me. Just some scrapes, I'm fine." Dean brushed his brother off and went to stand, but stumbled.
"Whoa. Just take it easy, Dean. We can stay here for a few minutes." Sam caught his brother and eased him back down. Dean tries to stand again, but in his weakened state he was easily over-powered by Sam. Dean's face took on a panicked look.
"Sam, we have to get out of here."
"Why?" Sam questioned, frowning in his confusion.
"Because I've seen this clearing in my dreams, you died here. We have to leave." Dean went to stand and Sam helped him up.
"You dreamt of this clearing?" Sam asked, still confused.
"Yes. I had a dream, more of a nightmare really, about this clearing and the demon and you dying here. Then some lady showed up all, 'you can stop this, if you take his place.' I woke up and promised to take your place and then you started having dreams of my death and we have to leave, Sam. Now." The older Winchester rambled on, not noticing the surprised look on his brother's face. The brothers staggered out of the clearing.
"You had dreams of this? Visions? And you didn't tell me?" Sam interrogated his brother. Dean snorted.
"You didn't exactly tell me your visions about this, did you?"
"No, I didn't. How did you know about those?" Sam was silent after his question, eagerly waiting for a response.
"Sam, you're not the only one with the shining." Dean gave Sam his patented bad-ass grin and continued to stumble along. Sam gaped for a minute before catching up with his brother.
"You mean I'm not special?" Sam joked and gave a little whimper. Dean laughed and swatted his brother on the head.
"You're special alright."
"Hey!"
I know it's not like the first two at all. I just didn't want to have to hurt either of them. Yeah, so I know it's not as good as the other two, but please review anyway.
