Sammy was having a nightmare again. The poor guy couldn't catch a break and get a good night's sleep, even on the weekend. It was two in the morning and he was huddled up under the blankets shivering. I briefly considered waking him up, trying to calm him down, but I knew he would just say it was nothing.
Around three I felt my eyelids getting too heavy for even my worries about Sam to keep them open. After that I must have fallen asleep, but I didn't get more than an hour in before I heard Sam frantically calling my name. Instinct kicked in and I quietly reached for my gun thinking someone was in our room. After a few moments passed I realized Sam wasn't acting his normal sort of panicky way, something sounded different…
"What do you want? Jesus, Sam, it's five in the morning why are you up!" I hollered toward the half closed bathroom door, putting my gun down. He didn't respond so I got up and shuffled towards the bathroom. "Sam? You okay in there?"
"Dean, we have a problem…" was the quiet response. I walked in an instantaneously thought I was hallucinating. I was standing in the bathroom; face almost pressed against the mirror, looking pretty terrified. But I was also standing in the doorway, staring at my terrified self.
"I'm… you..." Sam stammered, turning to face me. This was just weird, I was definitely still asleep. I shuffled over to the sink thinking if I splashed water on my face maybe I'd wake up in real-life. "Yeah I got that," I said, putting the sink on and rubbing my face with cold water.
When I looked up Sam's groggy face was still staring at me. A glob of his hair had affixed itself to his forehead and partially over one eye. Great.
