Title: The White Hallway
Chapter: 2
Warning: Slash, wincest, etc. You no like, you no read.
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Sam/Dean eventually
Summary: Sam's dreams are no longer deaths foretold, but another beast entirely.
Dean was glaring at Sam, as if he were somehow to blame for this new "attack." Sam knew that this had to potential to be Dean's biggest fear: going from being the hunter to being hunted. All Sam had to do was decide whether or not to divulge the contents of his dream to his brother. Chances are that he'll be snarkier than usual to make up for the fear showing plainly in his face.
"What did you do to me, Sam? Cast a magic spell?" Dean's sneer was almost as razor-sharp as the pointed look directed at Sam. Icy blue eyes locked with mossy green until Sam lowered his eyes. Dean had proven that he trusted Sam when it came down to the wire, but this was more personal.
Dean grabbed Sam's left arm and used his left hand to capture Sam's chin, and guide the younger man's gaze back onto his. "You know how this happened. I can feel it." Dean lowered his left hand, but Sam kept his eyes trained on Dean's.
Sam felt himself slide back into a dream state. He knew he was in the hallway, but he couldn't see. "Dean!" Sam called out, throwing his hands out frantically. He groped in front of him, and he felt a wall. Keeping his left hand on the wall, he walked forward, slowly, sliding each foot in front of himself, trying to feel for a trap.
Sam could feel his heart pounding in his ears, the heady rush of adrenaline threatened to consume him entirely. Still, Sam floundered ahead, until he felt the doorframe.
… Left to Dean… right to normalcy…
Sam slid down to his knees, tears slowly creeping out of his eyes, tracing blind wet paths down his face, mocking him and encouraging him.
Sam rose up slowly, took a deep breath, and chose the door on the left, the only door that felt right.
With his eyes still closed, Sam leaned forward and kissed Dean on the lips.
A/N: End of chapter 2, more to come soon.