Author's Note - This fic is written for williewildcat who wanted a multi chap fic involving Jimmy Novak and Dean. I hope you like what I have written! ;D The title is taken from a Nightwish song of the same name.
End Of All Hope.
The rain came down in heavy sheets, threatening to cover the world in their drowning embrace as I stood at the motel room window, watching the heavy droplets splash against the parking lot outside, glistening against the paintwork of my Impala. I blinked and the neon lights outside seemed to flicker for just an instant before the light stabilized and I wondered if that had been my imagination.
"Dean. Dude. You've been staring out of that window for the past twenty minutes now. Just what are you expecting to see out there?" Sam asked me, raising his eyes to look up at me over the top of his laptop.
"Something, anything, probably nothing," I said, letting the curtain fall back into place, as I turned to face my brother.
"Well, thanks for nothing, Yoda," he grumbled, returning his gaze to the screen of his laptop, looking a little disgruntled by my lack of a decent answer.
Across the room, Jimmy Novak was asleep, snoring slightly, his lips parted in the most tempting of ways and I couldn't help but feel the first stirrings of lust twist through my abdomen at the sight he made. Sam caught me staring, but didn't say anything, merely turned away and smiled. He probably thought I was missing Castiel or something.
In truth, yes, I was. I missed Castiel very much, and wished the feathery son of a bitch was back, but since getting to know Jimmy a little better, I realized that the guy behind the angel was a very nice guy indeed. I couldn't stop thinking about him, wanted to know more about him, wanted to know him. I continued to watch him sleep, the way his face flickered with emotions I could only guess at, probably affected by dreams only he knew and could see.
I wondered where Castiel was now, why he had felt it necessary to leave Jimmy once again. At least this time he'd had the foresight to leave Jimmy with us, rather than some abandoned warehouse; hadn't resorted to popping into my head, my dreams to tell me where we'd find Jimmy. At least Jimmy had been delivered to us. I was sure that Castiel would no doubt return, then I'd ask him just what in Hell this was all about, no pun intended.
I sighed, more to myself than the room at large, before going to sit on my bed, which lay across the room from Jimmy's. I continued to watch him, as I ripped open a candy bar with eager teeth, chewing slowly on the chocolate-y goodness inside the wrapper, with a slight smile on my face, eyes half closed as I enjoyed the sweet treat.
Jimmy stirred, muttering something unintelligible, hand clutching at the bedcover like it was his last life-line, thrashing slightly in dream-addled sleep.
Sam took no notice of him, just carried on working at his laptop, typing away as though the other man was of no consequence to him. I watched Jimmy closely, ready to wake him if the dream got too bad, as I'd gotten into the habit of doing the past few nights, and Jimmy had been thankful for it.
He'd been dreaming of the same thing - a pair of eyes watching him endlessly, shining white in the darkness, an air of malevolence surrounding their demonic depths as they watched. He would dream of being kept in the dark somewhere, alone, frightened, tortured while he heard the sounds of screaming nearby. None of us knew what the dream meant, but Jimmy seemed to think that it was of importance, and it scared him.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor bastard. He'd been through a lot in recent times: some of it asked for, like serving as a vessel to Castiel. The rest had been unasked for, like getting shot, stabbed, almost choked by Alastair, almost killed by Uriel. It didn't matter that Castiel was in there riding him at the time, it was the vessel that had borne the brunt of the majority of the injuries. It was Jimmy himself that had had to deal with the fallout afterwards.
And then I saw Jimmy's face change, tense up, his arms reaching out as though to stave off some unseen adversary and I leapt off the bed, discarding the candy bar on the worn cover half finished. I reached instinctively for Jimmy, holding him down, shaking him slightly, then more forcibly when the other man didn't immediately wake up.
"Jimmy! Hey, Jimmy, wake up already, will ya?" I said, gruffly, trying to hide my concern, my worry for the other man behind terse words and swift actions. "You're dreaming again!"
I shook him again and Jimmy cried out, eyes flying open in horror, staring blindly up at me at first, fists reaching blindly to hold my T Shirt in a vise like grip, before his eyes cleared, focussed, saw me.
"Dean, thank God!" he said, releasing my T Shirt from both fists slowly as though the action hurt him. "He came back for me."
"He" being the thing in his dream of course.
"It wasn't real, Jim. It was a dream," I said, with a worried glance over at Sam who only shrugged.
I waited until Jimmy's eyes took on a calmer expression rather than the slightly crazed look he'd had, and a smile flitted across his face, trying to tell me that he was alright now.
"I'm alright Dean, thanks," he said, eyes flickering down to the floor as though he was embarrassed, cheeks slightly flushed as though he'd been caught stealing.
I nodded wordlessly and left his side, to return to my own bed and my abandoned candy bar, glancing over at him once I was settled just to make sure. Jimmy's eyes were resting on me, and he turned away with a slight smile, cheeks flushing slightly again, as though he was embarrassed about being caught staring.
None of us had much to say after that and it wasn't long before Jimmy went back to sleep, Sam soon following suit with a promise he'd do more research in the morning. I was the only one left awake, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the rain pour down outside, distant thunder approaching ominously.
Despite my assurances to Jimmy that it was only a dream, how right was I? And just who was it that Jimmy was dreaming about night after night? I had no answers to my own questions or even for Jimmy himself. I only hoped we were able to find out for the other man's sake before it was all too late ...
TBC