Drabble 2: Just a Dream?
I pressed my hands against the wound in Sam's chest. Tears flooded my eyes as his breathing slowed. "No, Sammy," I whispered. "Stay with me." His left hand moved to cover mine, over his chest.
"Kitten," he murmured softly, his eyes fluttering open, then closed again. I choked back a sob. "Don't cry, Kitten," he whispered. His body stilled.
A loud noise caused me to jolt awake. I sat up in bed and glanced around the room. I sat up in bed and glanced around the room. Dean stood by the table with a chair tipped over. He looked sheepish.
"Oops," he muttered. I heard Sam groan beside me and glanced over. Alive but grogy. Thank the gods.
"Nice, Dean," he grumbled, then looked up at me. "You've been crying," he said. Hurriedly, I reached and wiped the wet trails from my cheeks.
"Just a nightmare," I said softly, laying back down and wrapped my arms around him. "You aren't allowed to die," I said softly. His left hand rested on my waist.