A little shorter, more like a filler chapter. Thanks to those who faved/followed. Hope you enjoy! xo
You didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching your door, giving you no warning that you were about to rudely awakened. "Hey, have you seen Dean?" The voice pulled you out of your slumber; glaring at the person in the doorway, you were met with widened eyes. "Nevermind. I'll just be downstairs." Sam turned quickly on his heels closing the door behind him. The strong arms around you tightened their grip. His stubbled chin grazing along the landscape of your neck. Soft groans spilling from his lips.
"Get out of my dream, Sammy..." You heard him mumble. You tried to hold back the laugh threatening to escape your lips as you ran your fingers through his soft brown hair. He moaned softly against your skin.
"Wake up," your voice was hoarse, thick with sleep. You earned a groan in response. "Fine." Removing his arms from around you, you climbed out of the bed. Picking up his clothes from the floor, you tossed them into your laundry basket.
Sam sat at the kitchen table, laptop on one side of him, a book on the other. A old cup of coffee sat next to the computer. A small giggle spilled from your lips when he looked up at you. "Sorry about that, Sammy. I promise, nothing happened."
"I definitely wasn't expecting that."
You sigh heavily as you sit in the chair next to him, biting down on the corner of your lip. Sam was the only one who knew about your feelings for Dean. Well, besides Castiel. You made sure Cas knew when and when not to speak about the topic. You didn't even have to tell Sam, he figured it out on his own. "I thought you two were mad at each other." He was now attempting to drink the bitter, cold liquid; the look on his face made you laugh.
"We were, we are. I don't know, Sammy. I went upstairs to go back to sleep and there he was." You take the coffee cup from his hands, walking towards the coffee maker to replenish the ever needed drink. "He's only done that one other time."
"This was a pretty bad case. It probably was a good thing you didn't go."
"How can you even say that, Sam? What if something happened to one of you and I wasn't there?" He sighed taking the coffee cup from you as you sit back down next to him. He closes the computer in front of him so he can get a good look at you. The serious expression on his face never failing.
"I'm serious. This thing, it wasn't like most. It could get inside your head. It knew your worst fears and how to use them against you."
"I've handled worse than that on my own."
"It used you against him. If you had been there... I don't even want to know what could have happened."
"What do you mean it used me?" Sure, you knew that Dean worried about you. He always had. It was why he wanted you to stay behind in the first place. Because he worried that something might happen to you. But, you had been able to hold your own before you met them, you sure as hell could do now. Why would this thing use you against Dean?
"You are his worst fear." Your face contorts by his choice of words. "Losing you. Something happening to you. Seeing you hurt. Seeing you flirt with other guys. It all hurts him. It scares him. Had I not just spoken to you on the phone, I would have believed you were there myself."
"It made you think I was there?" You sat up a little straighter.
"This thing... It had images of you walking around. One of them was what led us right to it. It killed you right in front of him. It scared the hell out of him, he thought you were there." You swallowed the lump in your throat. Just the idea that something could create carbon copies of you and lure the boys right to it was enough to send a chill down your spine. "He loves you, you know." Neither of you had a chance to further the conversation because the subject at hand walked into the kitchen.
Hair a mess, eyes still glazed over, and voice thick with sleep. He scratched his chest as he sat in the chair across from you looking at Sammy. "Dude, can you try to not interrupt a good dream, next time?"
"And what was it this time, a film version of Busty Asian Beauties?" Sam's sarcastic tone earned a giggle from you as you poured two cups of coffee. Sliding one to Dean as you sat back down next to Sam.
"No… But, I tell you what, it felt so real."
"What was it?" You couldn't help but inquire. He had said something about a dream before you had gotten up. For the first time that morning, his emerald eyes met yours. He seemed alert now. Focused on you, studying you, as if he couldn't believe you had just spoken. "Hello, earth to Dean." Sam laughed as you waved your hand in front of Dean's face.
"You're speaking to me?"