"SAM!"
Sam sat back against the wall outside Dean's room, heart racing, gun still at the ready, bare feet stinging from the desperate run down the hallway after Dean's frantic call had jolted him awake.
"SAM!"
The frantic call that still echoed in his brain.
Despite the violence of his nightmare, Dean hadn't woken up. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the Mark keeping him trapped in the horror. He'd started to calm down almost as soon as Sam was in his room. He was quiet now, sleeping.
Sam stayed outside his room, intending to keep it that way.
A/N (and shameless self-promotion): I made a baby afghan and my sister is selling it for me on Ebay. It's lovely! (even if I do say so myself.) Please have a look.
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