Dream Until Die
Author:7sTar
Spoiler: Set post "Asylum"
Category: Angst/Horror
Rating: T
Summary: Sam has a sequela from Roosevelt Asylum. He finds the asylum in his dreams. He and Dean meet lots of terrible things. Do you believe that one can't stop dreaming until he dies?
Declaimer: I don't own Supernatural and all the characters of it; they belong to WB and their creators. I write just for fun, so don't sue me.
Chap1
Sam Winchester raised his shaggy-brown-haired head up, looked at the tall white building in front of him. Surrounded by an iron fence, Cherry Asylum was anything but inviting. Sam gulped then he squinted in the bright sunlight at the building again. It's the one in his dream, perfectness. Dean once asked him which idiot gave the name of this asylum, 'Cherry' more suited a snack bar of milk and cookies. Sam slightly smirked and picked out his cell phone, dialed a number but the other side didn't answer him. The younger Winchester boy frowned at his cell phone then walked into the asylum after leaving a voice mail to the number he called.
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A night, two days earlier in a shabby motel.
Dean knew Sam had a severe situation since all the things happened in Roosevelt Asylum, or he guessed. He figured it out because in recent several days Sam was wordless than before and always mumbled something to himself when he checked something on internet. It seemed to Dean that somnolence turned to his brother recently because his brother sleep much longer than ever. What made Dean felt weird about his brother was that Sam repeatedly did sleeping, eating and checking the websites as a loop or a programmed robot. Dean also assumed, to comfort himself, that his brother's nightmares had gone and Sammy needed to compensate for the lack of sleep, but Sam didn't look like in his good state as well.
That must due to the shooting in the basement of Roosevelt Asylum, Dean said to himself, took a glance at sleeping Sam on the bed in the small motel, his little brother just made use of sleep to avoid him. Sam must feel I hate him and wouldn't forgive him. My poor little brother must be tortured by nightmares even worse. He won't forgive himself for shooting his big brother? Dean thought he must talk with Sam, about everything.
It was 10:30 pm while Sam had been in bed for almost two hours since their supper. Dean sighed, tried to wake up his brother. "Sam? Sammy?" He patted his brother on the shoulder, "Sammy, what's wrong with you?"
"Dean?" The younger Winchester was suddenly alert up, shrugging his eyes at his brother he said with a husky voice, "What time is it?"
"Half past ten," taking a peek at his watch, Dean grinned at his brother, "Eh, still the day you fell asleep." Sitting at the edge of the bed he stared at his brother with a thoughtful and solemn mien, "Sam, tell me what's wrong with you. You're so weird."
Sam opened his mouth but no sound burst out of his lean lips. A fit of silence came over them as the two brothers gazed at each other. With the lamp Dean could see the exiguous beads of sweat on Sam's nose and forehead. The elder Winchester felt his heart pounding when his brother turned his blue-green eyes aside like falling back to a curtain to hide himself from his big brother. Dean tried to control himself not to give way to anger with the attitude of his brother. Licking his lips to and fro, he rose up from the bed sighed, "I don't blame you."
"What?" Sam frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"I know you're blaming yourself for the shooting," Dean located his hazel eyes on the other boy's face, "Don't. You've been like this for several days. I need you tough and sharp. We have much to do."
"Sorry, Dean," getting on his heels Sam walked over to his brother, "I was bothered by other things." The younger boy paused for a while, "Something I can't speak clearly."
"About nightmares?" Asked Dean, arching one of his brows and pouting out his good-looking lips, "You feel something in your dreams will happen again?"
"Not nightmares," Sam sighed gathering a long breath, "Just dreams, but weird and terrible. They're bothering me."
"What do you dream?" Enquired Dean, many different thoughts racing through his mind, "Jess? Dad? Mom? Or …?"
"Just a white building looks like a hospital."
"And?" Dean's eyes wide opened, in his head he wanna add one more words "Kidding? You're frightened by a building?"
"Nothing more," Sam replied with a shrug, "There's no one in my dreams, but I repeated the dream all these days."
"You mean you kept dreaming the same dream?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "The difference is it got longer and longer, sucking me to sleep longer and longer."
"Like a magnet?" Dean frowned; stared at his confused brother, puzzle in his own eyes as well.
"I've told you some of my nightmares came true but this time nothing happened in my dreams." Wrapping his hands on his hips Sam began to pace up and down in the room. "I dreamed the building but I can't get to know more about it until I dreamed next time."
"Wait, wait, dude, what the hell are you speaking?" Dean raised one of his fingers to his brother, "Stop pacing! You get me dizzy."
"I kept dreaming the building, every time I saw a part of it, until today I saw the whole of it." Sam stopped in front of his brother, rolling his eyes he blew out a frustrated breath, "then you woke me up!"
"Buddy, I'm suspecting you're possessed by something." Dean looked up at his brother carefully, from the eyes to the nose then the chin which made the younger boy awkwardly looked at himself from toe to head. Then the brothers spoke at the same time "Cristo," and smirked at each other at the same time.
"Look, Dean," Sam said seriously, "It's strange, I tried to find out the building in my dreams but I failed."
"Did you sleep that much in order to catch the full picture of the building?"
"By halves," Sam said languidly, scratching his shaggy brown hair, "I can't control myself from dreaming." Then the younger boy sat down by the table flipping open their laptop, began to type something, "I'm sure I saw 'Cherry' in the building, just now in my dream."
"All right. " Dean shrugged, meeting the dark blue eyes of his brother, who turned his head up from the screen, grumbled,"I'm confused why can't I see it clearly all in once?"
"Man, do you wanna know what I'm thinking?" Dean walked over to the table and sat opposite to Sam, "We must find the building before something happens in your dreams."
"Huh, just what I'm thinking," Sam blinked to his brother then frowned at the screen, "There's no hospital or clinique named Cherry."
"Why are you so sure there does exist a building as the one in your dream?"
"I'm too tired to argue, just trust me," Sam sighed, quickly typing some other keywords at the laptop not noticing his brother's hazel eyes focused on the skull mark on the cover of the laptop.
"Did you try asylum?" Thought of something, Dean turned his eyes back, spun the laptop to face himself, input the words in the screen. Several searching results displayed in the screen and Dean pushed the laptop to his brother. Sam clicked the links of every result then froze at a picture of a building yelling, "That's it."
"The one in your dreams?" Dean looked at the picture and the introduction below it, "So we'll head for Kansas City?" Rolling his eyes he chuckled, "Funny, huh? We'll visit the real Missouri."
"And another Kansas." Sam grinned at his brother, continued to scroll the menu bar and read the items about this asylum.
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Author's notes: I'm sorry the start is not as good as I planed, you know, I'm working on several stories at the same time. But I promise from next chapter on I'll make it wonderful. Please R&R.