I shot upward screaming my head off. I clawed at nothing but air, as my chest heaved up and down. The darkness made me panic. "Lexie" Dean whispered. "Are you okay?"
Everything felt cold. I was clammy and still feeling like I was being suffocated in the darkness. I was going to die. I could feel the evil pouring out from the dark corners of the motel room. It was coming for me. It was going to kill me. I panted, hyperventilating.
"Ankle biter" Dean said, from the other bed. "Calm down. You're okay" I looked over at him, panic on my face. He stared calmly, which somehow made me able to take a deep breath. "Come here"
I looked at the room again, noting the shadows and how they played tricks on the wall. An icy hand gripped its way around my heart. I flung the covers off and took a flying leap onto the bed next to me. I buried my head into Dean's shoulder, as though it would hide me. "What was it about?" he asked after a moment. His hand absentmindedly rubbed my back.
I stifled my sobs, trying to stop. I couldn't cry. I was twelve years old for god's sake. "I can't remember" I admitted. "Sammy was there" I wiped my eyes, trying to move. I was okay now. But Dean didn't let go. He kept his hold on me as though to say, "you are not fine, just let me help you". I sniffled. "I'm okay" I added. His death grip didn't end. I decided not to argue anymore, just lying next to him.
"Was it like last time?" he asked. I nodded, choking on sobs again. Ever since Sam left almost two months ago, I had been having recurring nightmares. "Hey, ankle biter, it's okay. I got you"
I just whimpered and closed my eyes. I let him hold me, until I my breathing had calmed to a slow and steady rate. That was when I heard it. Dean humming Enter Sandman. It was my favorite song, by Metallica and I used to make him sing it for me when I was really little. It was my own personal lullaby. I sighed, and I could feel him smile. I fell asleep to him humming it, and I wouldn't have it any other way.