A/N: Ok, I had a lack of inspiration - for my multi-chapter fic as well as everything else (sorry for anyone who's reading it - there will be more eventually, I promise!). The idea of one-word prompts stuck in my head, and I picked words from the dictionary completely at random (just the first word my finger landed on - some of them scarily appropriate) - one for each letter of the alphabet.
I'm taking whatever pops into my head with each word and running with it. Not doing the prompts in alphabetical order either - just whichever happens to inspire me when I have time to write in between essays. Drabbles of varying lengths, from different perspectives, about... pretty much anything my strange, strange brain comes up with. Hope you enjoy reading at least some of them lol. And please leave a review if you particularly like/dislike, let me know what you think!
Here we go...
Dreamer
For years now, his life has been defined by his dreams.
Dreams of getting into one of the best colleges in the country, of making a success of his existence. And they were the ones he was supposed to have, right? All he'd got for them was rejection, a bellowed If you walk out that door, you've left us behind, and don't think you can ever come back.
For a while after that, he'd been alone with his dreams. Then he'd met Jess, and the idea of his own future shifted around her, she became the centre, the one constant. He had peaceful nights, comfort, safety with her. But the illusions were shattered by the new dreams, the ones he had never chosen – still Jess, but a different future now. Fire, screaming, pain, loneliness. He tried to shut them out, ignore them, refused to acknowledge their warnings.
And then they came true, and he hadn't tried to stop it, and for one moment he was so completely alone as all the other dreams came shattering down around him.
Until Dean came back. Pulling Sam from the nightmare of that room, waking him from every nightmare since. Being there when the dreams stopped being confined to sleep, standing with him to fight back the darkness.
Because Sam desperately wants to fight back. Doesn't want who he is, who he's going to become, to be defined by the dreams anymore. They're all tainted by that darkness now, and he can't – won't – accept that that's what he was meant for.
He just wants the dreams to be good again. To stop being so damn painful. Because he realizes that somewhere along the way they stopped defining just his life. They started defining the people around him, the people he loves. The people he would have given anything not to hurt – the family torn apart, the woman he loved and his parents all destroyed, and now his brother being dragged into the darkness of the nightmare world with him.
He doesn't choose his own dreams anymore – whatever does, that's what defines them all now.