Rage
Chapter three
Hearing Sam yell his name Dean sprang out of bed ready to take on what ever it was that was attacking his brother. He then realized it was another one of Sam's nightmares.
"Damn it Sammy!" Dean said as he flopped back down on the bed.
"Sorry."
"What was that one about?"
"Nothing."
"Look Sam, obviously you have some issues with me and…"
"Dean it was nothing." Sam interrupted his brother.
"Sam…for the last two weeks every time you fall asleep you wake up yelling my name…like I'm trying to kill you or something, what's going on?"
Sam swallowed hard; Dean had hit it right on.
"Is that what it is?" Dean had seen Sam's reaction. "In your dream am I trying to kill you?"
Sam decided not to lie to his brother.
"Dean…it's just that… I think it all stems back to when I tried to kill you back at that asylum…I think in my mind I'm reversing what happened and you're coming after me this time."
"But every night? Sam, you need to get some rest… I need to get some rest."
"I'm sorry…. Maybe I should get another room ….or sleep in the car."
"No I don't want you to get another room or sleep in the car. I just want you to get over the guilt or what ever it is that is causing you to have these dreams."
"How do I do that Dean? How do I get over the fact that I almost killed you? If that gun had been loaded I would have."
"Sam, the doctor possessed you. That's what made you do it."
"But I should have been able to fight it. I never should have pulled that trigger Dean…but I did."
"I've put it in the past, so should you." Dean rolled over onto his side. "I don't know about you, but I'm going back to sleep."
Sam sat for a while looking at the computer then grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked looking over his shoulder.
"For a walk…. Maybe if I get a little fresh air I'll be able to sleep."
"Sam it's the middle of the night." Dean said sitting up.
"I won't be long."
"Do you want company?"
"Nah, get some sleep. I'm just going to walk around the block a few times."
"You probably shouldn't be out there by yourself; we don't know what's happening around here yet. I better go with you." He started to get up.
"Dean just go back to sleep. I'm just going around the block, I'll be fine." Sam said as he left.
Dean watched Sam leave and considered following him but could tell Sam wanted some time alone. He lay back in the bed and waited till he heard Sam return before going back to sleep.
The next morning
Dean woke up and looked over at Sam who sat on a chair reading the newspaper.
"Get any sleep?" He asked.
"A little." Sam handed Dean a cup of coffee.
"It's cold." Dean said as he took a sip.
Sam smiled.
"Mine wasn't."
"When did you go for it?"
"Oh about an hour and a half ago." Sam grinned
"Why didn't you wake me when you got back?" Dean climbed out of bed and tossed his pillow at Sam.
"Why should I, you were sound asleep?"
"Well for one thing, at least the coffee would have been hot." Dean headed into the shower.
On the way to the cemetery
They headed toward the cemetery discussing the possible explanations as to what was going on.
"I'm thinking it has to be a spirit. Every indication points that way." Dean glanced over at Sam who was looking straight ahead lost in thought. "Earth to Geekboy." When Sam still didn't answer he reached over and punched him in the arm.
"Hey! What was that for?" Sam rubbed his arm.
"That's for not hearing a damn thing I'm saying to you."
"Sorry, I was just thinking…"
"Not about that damn dream again."
"No, not about that." Sam lied, he had been thinking about the dream. He kept seeing Dean over and over pulling the trigger, just like he had done to Dean at the asylum.
"Look Sam, you got to keep your mind on the job, I can't have you zoning out on me."
"My mind is on the job…Just drive."
They drove the next few miles in silence when all of a sudden Sam reached over and smacked Dean's arm.
"Stop!"
Dean jammed on the breaks but Sam was already out of the car before Dean could bring it to a full stop.
On the side of the road Sam had spotted a man with a knife attacking a group of people.
"Stop! Put down the knife!" Sam ran over and pulled a woman out of the way just as the man lunged at her. The knife slashed through Sam's jacket cutting his side. He gave a little yelp of pain as he fell to one knee.
TBC