Sam dreamt of Dean. His easy laugh, his cocky smirk. Dean singing along to ACDC while driving his precious Impala; the love of his life.
Sam dreamt of Dean. Pushing him out of the way. Saving his life. Again. And again.
His mind struggled against itself, he tossed and turned, his mind reeling. Flashes of Dean falling, his own scream, his Mom… Mom? She had told him to wake-up. Wake-up? Wake-up…
"Wake-up! Hey Sammy, wake-up!"
"What…?" Sam cried sitting up too fast.
"Sheesh, I thought you were gonna kill us, you were swinging your arms all around- I almost drove off the road," Dean laughed from behind the wheel.
"Dean…? What… how?" Sam stuttered, staring disbelieving at his brother, alive in front of him.
"You okay man?" Dean asked a look of concern pervading his green eyes. "Did you have another nightmare?"
"Yeah…" Sam sighed shaking his head. The most vivid nightmare yet; he had basically lived it. Slowly the realization that it had all been a dream, that Dean was alive and next to him, sunk into his consciousness and with a joy he hadn't experienced in months, Sam broke into a brilliant smile and slapped Dean on the shoulder exclaiming; "Yep, just a nightmare."
"Haha… ouch," Dean laughed rubbing his shoulder. "I'm glad that you're in such a terrific mood, but watch the arm man."
"Oh yah, your arm!" Sam practically laughed. "I forgot!"
"Umm… Sam? Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"I'm fine… actually I'm great." Sam smiled and sat back contented in his seat. "Why don't we crank the tunes." Sam exclaimed reaching for the radio dial.
"Okay, now I know you're not alright," Dean chuckled as he disbelievingly watched his little brother bob his head along in time with Metallica blaring.
"So where we headed?" Sam asked imploringly.
"What do you have amnesia? We're going to Michigan. Traverse City. Remember the mental hospital gig?" Dean replied gazing at Sam incredulously.
"What! No Dean we can't go there…" Sam practically yelled as he frantically realized what was happening.
"Chill Sam. It'll be fine We've already gone through this remember? Don't shoot me and we'll be fine," Dean smiled, everything always a joke.
Sam opened his mouth to argue but then leaned back and turned to stare out the window, his hand grasping his forehead. No… he wouldn't let Dean die. Not again. He would save him. Dean's not gonna die, Sam told himself fiercely…
Not while I'm around.
Had to update… lol. I couldn't live with Dean being dead for too long. Hope you guys like it…! please review.