Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own anything or anyone in these stories. The only thing that's mine is the creative ideas and pen work.
IMPORTANT NOTE: If you have not read my last story, "Pyro Maniac", you will probably be lost as to who Henry is. If you don't feel like reading "Pyro Maniac" first, Henry's just a character I made up to hang with the boys. Oh, and by the way, I was trying to find a way to fit the torturous death of Sam's one nightstand lover, Madison the werewolf chick, nickname matte, into my story line. So just try to bear with my plot. Love you all, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!
Full Moon or Blue Moon?
Sam had just awoken with a horrible migraine, as usual, and horrific visions of Matte's death. Sam's nightmares had started up again and Dean was starting to more than just notice. In fact, he was down right worried. But Sam kept to himself about the nightmares; he hadn't had one yet that he believed to be a premonition, just horrible, horrible flashbacks. Holding the shaking gun in front of himself, he uttered his last words "I love you", and pulled the trigger. The shot had been clean, Sam had been sure of it so she would endure the least amount of suffering as possible, and the bullet had perpetrated the center of her heart.
Sam shook off the horrific visions when Dean asked him, "didn't sleep last night?" Dean handed Sam a cup of coffee and forced a smile.
"I slept fine." Sam lied, sipping at his coffee thoughtfully. He didn't want Dean to worry any more than he already did about him, besides, he'd survive; he was a survivor.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Dean asked, ignoring Sam's response and sitting on his bed. Sam nodded shyly, not willing to lie to him anymore. It had been nearly two weeks since it had happened, in fact, exactly one week before they met Henry. He needed to tell him, to avoid further damage to Dean's already protective instinct. Dean studied Sam for a long moment.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean asked gently. Sam thought a moment, then decided against it.
"No" he answered bluntly. Dean knowing that I'm having nightmares is enough; he doesn't need to know what they are about. No, not yet anyway. Maybe later would be better. Sam thought this as he quickly got up and walked into the bathroom, avoiding further questions. Dean sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Henry's at the library doing some research for me." Dean said, projecting his voice to the bathroom.
"Dean, do you really think it's a good idea to leave him alone? I mean, we are protecting him from the yellow-eyed demon." Sam said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"He'll be fine. Nothing's going to get him in a public place, besides the kid needs his space, he is a teenager you know. And, as long as we have him we mine as well put him to good use." Dean explained.
"What is it that you have him researching, exactly?" Sam asked, coming out of the bathroom.
"Nothin' much, just some basic stuff." Dean replied vaguely. There was a reason he had tried prying into what was wrong with Sam this morning and it wasn't just because he was worried, although that was a big part of it. In either case, he wasn't about to let Sam find out why. Not yet, anyway.
"What stuff?" Sam said, knowing Dean was hiding something from him.
"It's nothing okay, Sparky? Let's just go pick the kid up before he turns into a walking Encyclopedia like you."