Author's Note: So I was inspired by a multitude of writers who have managed to write 50-100 drabbles thus I'm going to make my own attempt at it. Ratings will change depending on the content of the drabbles. They will be short and probably unrelated to one another and I'll post warnings and disclaimers each time I upload a new one (if I remember.) Please review, favorite, or follow for it gives me reason to upload quicker.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Sam and Dean Winchester but alas, that right alone belongs to Eric Kripe and Co. I'm merely borrowing said characters (plus a few more.) I also don't make money off of this.
Rating: this one is rated T, because of suggestive themes and harsh language.
P.S. It's kind of angsty.
A Dream of What Could Be
Sam was never much for dreaming. As a child and teen he used to dream of slaying monsters with his father and brother. As he grew older those dreams became reality, only then did he realize they were never dreams; they were nightmares. Soon after that realization, his dreams changed. His new dream was to go to college, to be like normal people with normal problems, to live, get married, have children and leave the Hunting to his kin and the hundreds of other Hunters scattered across the world.
But then Jess died and he was left with Dean and his dad. Then his dad died and all he had was Dean. His dreams changed again. He dreamed to touch his lips to the other's full lips, he dreamed to touch the fair skin that lie underneath Dean's clothes, he dreamed that he were the women Dean brought to motels and he dreamed that Dean would deliver him into bliss.
But it was all a dream.
A dream of what could be…
A dream that would never be…
Author's Note number 2: So, do tell me how the first one was. I've already got several more typed up and ready to go when you guys want them!