After Effect
By: chocolate rules
(Post Devil's Trap)
A/N: Oooooo, this is getting good! -If I may say so myself! Thanks for all the reviews! FYI, plot bnnies working overtime, starting a new fic even, but this is just getting really good:D Again, no beta, just me the PB Dean and Sam and a few Extra friends :D
Disclaimer: It was my birthday last Sunday (ie Jul 16), I wished and wished and wished some more...nope still not mine. Bummer!
Chapter 10: Nightmare?
Dean spent the better part of the rest of the day making Sam's friends tell him all kinds of stories about the 'lost' years, as he and Sam had been referring to it. It helped get his mind away from his father and helped convince himself that leaving Sam was actually a good thing. That Sam would be okay without him. Besides, it wasn't like he was never going to see him again. He would never do that to the kid, or himself.
In return for the stories, Dean countered with numerous and countless tails of Sammy growing up. Seeing as how Dean was there for every meaningful event in his life, it also meant that the elder had an awful lot of embarrassing tales that he was more than willing to tell.
By the time that his friends left, Sam had forgotten Dean's whole plan of leaving him behind.
Dean sat in the recliner that he had coaxed a nurse into bringing to him from the maternity ward. It was after hours and the hospital wasn't very lenient about allowing visitors. However, seeing as how Dean wasn't just about to leave his brother unattended – regardless of the fact that the night shift nurses drooled over him nearly as much as the day nurses- Dean had remained at Sam's side his entire stay in the hospital.
For the main part, Sam's nightly terrors had halted since their father had returned. It seemed like John's return had unconsciously allowed Sam to relax, even if consciously he fought the man tooth and nail during the day. Also, with their father back, they had been forced to share a bed on two occasions, as how John wasn't about to let Dean get his own room and it was cheaper.
This night however, Sam started shifting and twisting around in the bed. Dean's eyes slitted at the movements. When a moan escaped Sam, Dean was instantly at his bedside, pulling down the side bars, and tugging Sam into a sitting position.
"Sammy?" Dean's sleep filled voice rasped out. He held Sam by the shoulders and gave him a soft shake. "Sam?"
Sam moaned again and tried to shake out of the hold. Dean gave him another shake and Sam started to stir.
"Sammy? Wake up, kid. It's just a nightmare, come on."
"Mmmm." Sam whimpered as his eyes began to part.
"That's it kiddo, rise and shine." Sam looked at Dean then, but his eyes looked unfocused. He mumbled something that sounded like 'Dad' to Dean, but he wasn't going to question it.
"Dean?" Sam said after a few seconds, once he had blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
"Who else?" Dean said as he sat down on the bed and watched Sam for any kind of reaction post-nightmare.
"What's wrong?" Sam asks eyeing his brother's concerned features.
"Uh, shouldn't I be asking you that?" Dean said with a curious smirk.
"Nightmare?"
"I would think so," Dean said as he gave his kid brother a strange look. "What, you don't remember it?"
"Nah," Sam said with a shake of his head. "Sorry for waking you up."
"No trouble at all. Seeing as I've been staying here ever since we got here, I'm kinda glad that you're no longer a mindless slump." Dean said trying to ease his worry with humor.
However, Sam didn't see to take to it, and that was never a good thing.
"Yeah, still sorry." He pushed back, lying down once more on the bed. "I'm okay now. You can go back to sleep." And he closed his eyes.
Dean never knew Sam to recover so quickly from a nightmare. It seemed like his nightmares' images would plague themselves on his mind's eye and unwilled him back into rest with out some comfort escaping the elder. If Sam didn't say what he had dreamt about, it normally meant that he didn't want to talk about just then. Dean could handle that and would ask him in the morning. Nightmares don't seem so scary in the light of day.
But not remembering what he had dreamt about, not even a little, had never happened before. Even as a really little kid, at three and four, Sam could recall some things of his dreams that had frightened him.
Dean watched as Sam returned to sleep before he rose from the bed and tucked the blankets around his brother's frail form. Sam had just today learned that their father was dead, gone forever this time. He would have thought that the lack of a nightmare would have nerved him, seeing as he himself could barely close his eyes without the image of their dilapidated bodies crawling in. However, the lack of fear and emotion scared the holy shell out of him more than a peaceful night could ever of had.
He leaned back in his own seat and tugged the blanket over himself. Hoping Sam would recall more in the morning, Dean allowed his eyes to drift back into the dark.
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