Hi! I wanted to do something besides hurt boys, so I went with a bit of angst for Dean. Hope you enjoy and it's clear. This idea was a bit too ambitious. Please let me know what you think.
Word Count: 117
Memories of Paradise Lost
Sam didn't corner the market on nightmares. Dean whimpered in sleep, fingers clutching threadbare blankets. Their latest hunt—a firestarter, Sam's blistered arm—was the catalyst.
Dean's nightmares were different than Sam's gruesome echoes of Jessica's death.
He dreamt of Mary, of things he'd forgotten.
So Sam let him, with muted jealousy, as long as he could.
"Dean!" Sam barked when it became too intense.
Dean arched up, slamming into reality. He lunged for the pen and paper on the nightstand, writing furiously. "We went somewhere special. She t-t-tied my tie…wore a pink dress."
He was falling and flailing for a foothold.
Sam sat beside him, quietly giving Dean a safe place to land.
"I miss her…"