Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters.
Authors note: This idea just came to me when I was listening to Silent Lucidity by Qeensryche and I just had to do this.
Authors note: This is set sometime in season 4. Dean never remembered that he had gone to hell and Sam has been dreaming the same dream over and over again since his brother died. Sam never started drinking demon blood.
Nightmares
Sam was standing held against the wall by some mysterious power as he watched his brother get torn apart by some hell hounds he couldn't even see. The tears where streaming down his face as he got lose. His ran up to his brother and held him in a tight hug as he said: "No. No. Please no." His brother was dead and there wasn't anything he had been able to do. All he had been able to do was watch his brother get torn apart. The blood. God it was just so much blood. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't go to Bobby because he didn't want to look the older hunter in the eyes and tell him Dean was dead. Ruby was gone and he had nowhere to go. He was all alone in a world he didn't like. What was he supposed to do?
"Sam." Someone was saying his name and shaking him. He opened his eyes and saw Dean. He sat up and said: "You're not real. You're not here." He had tears in his eyes said: "Go away." Dean looked him in the eyes and placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and said: "It was just a dream, Sammy. It wasn't real. I'm here." Sam hugged Dean and now the tears started to roll down his face as he said: "Don't leave me; Dean. Please don't leave me."
"Shhh. It's okay. It's okay." Just lay down and go back to sleep." Sam did as his brother said, but he couldn't sleep. He just couldn't.
This time it was different. They where still in the dark room where it had happened last time, but now he wasn't against the wall. Now he actually could get to his brother. He ran and ran… but then he collided with a invincible wall. He started to hit on it and scream. He had to get to his brother. He could stop the hell hound. Suddenly Deans clothes where ripped in to pieces and blood started to flow out from his chest. Sam had failed once again to save his brother. The tears that wouldn't stop made his vision blurry and…
He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked over at his brother's side and saw that his chest was moving. It had only been a dream. Good he hated those dreams. They where worse than the visions he used to get for a couple of years ago. Slowly he got up from bed and made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door before he turned on the light. He turned on the water and just looked at it for a couple of seconds before he splashed the face with it. HE turned of the water and looked in the mirror. Instead of seeing himself he saw his brother getting torn to pieces. He felt the anger build up in him and he made a fist of his hand and hit the mirror so it broke. He cut himself on the glass, but he didn't care. He just turned of the light and went to bed. But he didn't sleep anymore that night.
Not again. How many times had he had this dream? He had lost count after the twelfth time. He wasn't even trying anymore. He was just looking at the scene that appeared to him. The hell hounds ripping their claws in to Dean's chest. The blood. The lights go out from his brothers eyes. He just didn't have the strength anymore to try to stop it anymore. But there was one thing he never seemed to be able to not do in his dream. Cry. He was always crying."
"Sam wake up." he heard his brothers voice say. He opened his eyes and turned his head to Dean. Dean kept looking out the window, keeping his eyes on the road and said: "I'm starting to get worried about you man. Can't you please just tell me what you're dreaming of all the time?" Sam looked out the window on his side and said: "No Dean. I can't." The tears where slowly falling again. God he wished he could tell his brother, but Dean didn't remember that he died. He didn't remember hell. One morning when Sam had woken up Dean had been lying in the bed beside him. Dean had no memory from the 4 months he had been gone and Sam had never told him. Sam didn't want Dean to know what had happened and he wanted it to stay like that. Dean sighed and said: "Sam, I know you. I know that you never will get rid of those dreams unless you talk to someone." Sam didn't say anything.
Sam felt that Dean watched him so he turned around and looked at his brother and said irritated: "What?" Dean looked Sam in the eyes and said: "Dude, how long is it since you last slept?"
"I don't know. 3 days I think."
"Sam, you need to sleep."
"No Dean. I won't. I'm sick and tired of that dream. I can't take it anymore. Just leave me alone." Suddenly he felt dizzy and had to take a grip on the table to not fall. And the last thing he saw before everything went black was his worried brother walking up to him.
Not again. He thought as he saw that he was in the dark room once again. He sat down against a wall and closed his eyes. He heard his brother's scream and he opened his eyes. He just sat there watching the lifeless body, not shedding a single tear this time.
This wasn't right. He was supposed to wake up. Then why was he in the dark room? Why was he watching his brother get torn apart again? He was supposed to wake up now. He saw w the light go out from his brother's eyes again and…
No. No. No. He couldn't get out. He was trapped. He was trapped in the dream he hated. He was trapped and there was no way to get out from it. This must have been the tenth time in a row and still there was nothing he could do except for hope that he would wake up. He watched his brother die again and again. He was trapped and there was no way out.
Authors note: So, what did you think? Should I end it like that or do you want me to continue? You choose. Review and tell me what you think?
TTH
