Bring me to life

by PureDestiney03-Garra'sGirl

Sammy has more secrets than stars in the sky. Dean doesn't know about any of them. Sam hopes he never will. But dean isn't slow. He's catching on to Sam's weird behavior. why won't Sam talk to him? What could he be hiding? what's so bad that you can't even tell the person that's been with you all you're life? If you need something to read, hear you go.I plan to update often.(sean)

Help... someone... anyone... please.

I'm running through a thick, dark forest. I hear the ferocious growls of whatever is chasing me getting closer. I can hear my blood pumping in my ears as my heart hammers away. left. left. duck. jump. It's getting closer. My feet are now sore from the running blisters. My heart feels as though It's going to explode. Faster. Faster. Its so close. I'm in pain. I'm covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. I can't tell if it's my blood... or someone else's. Every thing is silent in the clearing I just entered. It is so beautiful, so familiar here. There are white flowers everywhere. I walk over to the small lake. The growls have stopped. It, whatever 'IT' was, didn't follow me. I can wash the blood off. I dipped my hand in the water, which quickly turns red. I turn around and the once snow white flowers are dying. withering. The wind is howling and once again I hear the growls. I look at my reflection in the blood red water. I'm crying. A cloud covers the moon and everything is black. the moon appears again and I see another reflection in the lake. I turn around quickly and Dean is there. His eyes become small pools of black ink and I realize that this is demon Dean. He opens his mouth to speak. "Do you want my blood to Sammy?" I can feel as more hot tears run down my face. I can't talk. I can't answer him. "Well do ya Sammy. Sammy. SAMMY-

Sammy. I open my eyes to find that I'm on a motel bed. Everything comes flooding back to me. Me and Dean are on a hunt. He went out to get us something to eat. I must've fallen asleep while waiting fro him to return.

"Sammy?" Dean says, a questioning look on his face. "what?" I ask, the sound of my voice both startling and calming after the dream I just had. " I asked if you were ready to eat. Are you okay?' Dean responds. "Yea. I'm fine. Not really all that hungry anymore though. You can have mine" I say as I sit up and push myself off the bed. I walk over to the bag and take a couple of fries and my drink before siting by the window. If that was weird Dean didn't say anything as he shrugged and sat on his bed. He popped a few of the fries in his mouth before switching on the tv. I could feel Dean staring at me from the corner of his eye but I didn't look up. I just continued looking for information about our case. "well I'm gonna go take a shower" Dean stated as he grabbed some clothes from his duffle and headed towards the bathroom door. I waited as the door closed and listened to the uneven way the water hit the floor. Dean was in the shower. After a few moments I grabbed my duffle and reached to the bottom of it. I pulled out my dream journal and grabbed a pen off the little desk. I wrote the dream down, well the nightmare. I've had way more nightmares lately. The ones about Jess stopped, but returned after Dad's death. From that point they just got worse and worse. I can't remember the last time I've had a good dream. The nightmares where always so graphic. I considered telling Dean about them, but decided against it. No chick flick moments. If only Dean knew just how twisted I really was. How completely messed up I really am. That for a while now, I've been torn. Been shattered. That I'm broken.