AN- Hmm another one, so soon, what can i say. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE
Disclaimer- On user page, but i own nothing.
He dreams about her, too much probably, but he can't help it.
Sometimes late at night when Sam can't sleep, he can hear him whisper her name.
Sam just doesn't get it. He would leave all this in an instant for Jessica. He would run away from the demons, from the ghosts, from this life that could barely be called a life. He would leave it all and never look back, hell he did.
He could tell Dean looked at Cassie the same way he looked at Jess. From that first moment that Sam had first seen them together, she looked at him like she loved him; he looked at her like Sam used to look at Jess. Like she was the world, she was it, she was everything.
So why he doesn't leave it all for her, Sam will never know.
But then Sam remembers and he does get it. Their mother and Jess, both linked and in love with a Winchester man, like Cassie.
Dean can't put Cassie in that kind of danger, and he is scared to death that he already has.
Sam knows that Dean will give it all up for her. She will be the only thing he would give up this life for, but not until after. After they find what killed Jess and their mother, and only then. Because Dean has to know Cassie is safe, even if it means loosing her in the end, as long as she is alive and well, Dean will be too.
But Dean still hopes that they will find this thing soon, so that maybe, for once, he gets the one thing he wants more that anything in the world.
He is too damn tired of settling.
But until they do Dean will go on whispering her name, and hoping that the demon, or whatever it is, won't come near her.
That is what he is dreaming about tonight. Him walking into her house, seeing her, over the bed where they first confessed their love, crying out his name in anguish, dying painfully.
He screams her name, he reaches up for her, to pull her down, she was so close. But then the ceiling is moving and Dean is shrinking.
And he knows this is all his fault, he is killing her, he might as well be the demon.
He can't do anything, but he tries.
He jumps and thrashes, and then he feels it, grabbing him too, hard on the shoulders, shaking him, yelling his name like he is yelling hers.
And then he opens his eyes, and sees Sam shaking him awake.
The sheets are discarded along the bottom of the bed, twisted into tight compact rolls.
Sam asks him if he is okay.
He nods.
He is drenched and tears are running down his face.
He is still whispering her name.
It doesnt flow well does it, lots of He, Sam, Dean, And, But, That, So, and the beggining of sentences, mabye ill rewrite it, mabye.
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