Title : His Dreams
Disclaimer : Me no own, You no sue.
Warnings : Slight Wincest.
Notes : I think I was on something when I wrote this. It might seem a bit choppy...
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He dreams of green skies and criss-crossing chains and calling for his brother over and over and over and Sammy never shows up and everything hurts and burns and it feels as if his flesh is gonna fall right off his bones.
It never does.
It never will.
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I need a favor.
Why would I do anything for you?
Because, Hunter, I can bring your brother back.
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He doesn't know where these dreams come from and just chalks them up as another perk of the job. What he does know is that there is something wrong with his brother. Sam isn't as fervent as trying to search for a solution to his deal and Dean's not sure if he should be relieved or upset or possibly both.
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How?
Time reversal.
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He dreams of green skies and lightning and hanging in mid-air and there's blood pouring out of his mouth and nose and ears and he choking on it.
Dean jolts awake, screaming for his brother.
"I'm here, Dean," Sam is at his side and in his face and whispering, "Dean? I'm right here, it's okay. It's gonna be okay, Dean."
"It's just a nightmare," Dean says and as soon as those words leave his mouth the sense that they're actually so much more than that creates this pain in his chest.
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Don't you remember those three months you lived without your brother?
I do. I also remember you saying that I should just let Dean die.
True. However, I'm kinda in a situation and I can't take this guy on.
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"Dean, I need to talk to you."
He knew that this would be coming. Sam was gonna tell him that he was ready for him to die, that he was ready to go back to college and give it a second shot for that apple pie life.
"What is it, Sammy?" Dean looks up from his coffee and the look in his brother's eyes frightens him more than any monster. The vibrant green from a second ago was darkened and frozen over, there was an underlying pain there that would've broken any one's heart.
"Dean," he chokes on his brother's name and looks at the table, "I know where you got those nightmares from."
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I'll do it.
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Dean straightens. "You do?" he's scared of the answer.
"You were in hell," there are tears in his brother's eyes, "almost a week, I think. I don't know, time slows down a lot when the only person you care for is-" the tears spilled over.
Dean's eyes were wide as what his brother was saying clicked.
"I was dead?"
Sam gave a hysterical nod and choked laugh.
"Torn apart by hell hounds on what would've been today."
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Thank you, Sam, thank you.
Just remember to hold up your end of the deal.
You shouldn't worry about that.
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"How did-"
"Made a deal."
Dean's eyes hazed over with rage as he growled, "You did what?!"
"Not with a demon," Sam held up a hand, "with the trickster."
Dean couldn't find his voice.
"He was injured and someone was Hunting him. The deal was for me to take care of it and he would reverse time to before you were dead."
"What about the deal?" Dean wasn't getting it.
"This Hunter was a big issue," Sam said quietly, he laughed to himself and shrugged, "Lilith, no problem."
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It's done.
I knew you wouldn't let me down. When you wake up tomorrow, this will all be a bad dream and Dean will be none the wiser.
Okay.
Oh, and by the way, Dean's contract has been ripped up.
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