A/N: Prompt 13: Yellow. Naturally, Yellow Eyes! So, a short one, set after Dean went to Hell but Sam was alone. About Sammy's nightmares
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Night Terrors
Eyes. Bright yellow eyes with a glazed, webbed effect. Sam has frozen, unable to run, to scream, to move. The yellow eyes seemed to be mocking him. Then there was the voice, dark and sly, like an adder preparing to strike. Nothing seemed to exist apart from those eyes. Someone was screaming, maybe it was Sam; he didn't know. Suddenly, his brother was beside him, gripping his gun.
"Get back, you son of a bitch," he growled, glaring at the yellow eyes which flashed, laughed at them. Fear was pulsing through Sam like blood and he screamed as an unseen force leapt on his brother; it tore him apart. Hellhounds. He reached out, trying to save him but he was pinned to the wall by Lilith. Returning through the dark, the yellow eyes of Azazel were mocking him. But that was not the worst the worst thing. Quietly, a voice started up in the crushing blackness.
"You should have saved me, Sam. Why didn't you save me? Sam. Sam please. Save me. It hurts. Sam. Sam. Save me! SAVE ME!"
Sam awoke screaming; his brother's words spinning round and round his addled brain. He sat straight up, gasping and drenched in cold sweat. But there was no one there to comfort him; no one to tell him to go back to sleep. Because Dean was no longer here. He was dead, in Hell. And Sam couldn't do one thing about it.