It was hard to stay in the present.
Sammy was on his knees as he stared out the window, Dean was leaning against him, his chin on top of his head and was looking outside with him. Momma and daddy were upfront talking about something and there was music playing, a station that Dean was humming to.
Sammy tried to focus on all those things, tried to focus on Dean and daddy and momma. If he tried hard enough he could almost see the pieces of the music in the air as it played.
But then he blinked, still looking out the window, and his eyes fell on a man walking along with a dog, he was focused on the newspaper in his hand and not on the leash that was slowly starting to break.
Sammy's eyes glazed over. He couldn't feel Dean leaning on him, couldn't hear momma and daddy talking, couldn't hear the music playing.
Instead he watched as the leash was going to break and the dog was going to run away. The man was going to drop his newspaper and run after him, shouting and yelling. The dog was going to run into the street and the man was going to follow after him. The man is then going to get hit by a car, making him go through the front window and end up dying.
Sammy blinked and his vision cleared up, all the sounds surrounding him again and Dean around him. He watched the leash stretch and then finally broke, the dog running away once it realized that it was free.
The light turned green and daddy drove forward just as the man ran in the opposite direction for the dog. Sammy didn't bother to follow him as they turned the corner to get onto the highway, the last image he had was of the man's back as he ran onto the street.
Breathing out slowly Sammy didn't move away from the window as they drove, the car picking up speed. He watched the scenery fly by, watching as the trees are going to fall down, one of them onto a truck that is going to cause an accident on the highway. The road that was going to crack and break, the cars that are going to jam into it and crash.
A lot of crashing is going to happen on this highway. Sammy finally closed his eyes and slid away from the window, choosing to curl up against Dean instead.
Dean moved with him, wrapping his arms around him and just holding him close. Sammy didn't need to speak, Dean already knew everything. Sammy wasn't sure how but he didn't want to say anything about it, he didn't want to get rid of it.
Dean nuzzled at him, moving both of them so that they could sit a bit more comfortably together.
Dean was good, Dean was comforting, Sammy could press up against his chest and listen to his heart and it made everything better. Just like with daddy and just like with mommy but Dean was a bit better.
But it was still hard. He still saw things he didn't want to see and he had no idea how to make it stop. When he had been with not-daddy it wasn't like this, back then he had been so afraid that he didn't see anything else, he was just looking for the next time not-daddy was going to hurt him.
But then daddy got him and once he knew that daddy was going to hurt him, and that Dean was there and later on momma, it was like everything slammed into his mind all at once and he had no idea how to stop it.
Daddy didn't get mad, he was warm, very warm and it was comforting, it was nice when daddy held him and sometimes it even made the noise in his head go quiet.
Sometimes it was the things he saw but other times it was the things he felt. He remembered having that too when he was with not-daddy. It made it worse when not-daddy was mad and he could feel that somehow and it just made him more afraid and that made not-daddy a lot more mad and…
He didn't like thinking about when he had been with not-daddy.
He did try not to see anything about Dean or daddy or momma. He had done that once and daddy had died until Sammy had told him to aim for the hunters head, then it changed what he saw.
That was the first time he had tried to change it too, and it worked. He wasn't sure what to think about that, he just wanted the things to stop.
He pressed closer to Dean, closing his eyes and clinging to him. Dean tightening his grip on him in response.
This, at least for now, was enough to make things stop.
For now, he could stay in the present.
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