Chapter 4
He saw a baby in a cradle, a man standing over him, putting something that looked suspiciously like blood in his mouth. He recognized this room, it was his. He saw his mom come in, asking if the baby was alright … soon after he saw her come back in the room screaming…she was on the ceiling, her abdomen sliced open, crying… she was now on fire, the room was on fire, his dad was standing beside him in the room watching it all happen…
he was seeing a six year old version of himself sleeping in a motel room, there was a cloaked figure leaning over him, it looked like he was kissing him, almost like he was sucking up his soul… his father was screaming at Dean,shooting the monster, and hugging Sam…
He was now seeing a ten year old kid at Christmas. He remembered this Christmas, but it was different. Instead of being at home he was in a motel room. There were no decorations, just two beds, with him and Dean sitting on them. He heard himself ask where his dad was and he heard Dean tell him that he would be home soon… Dean was giving him a present. It was a Barbie doll…
drip, drip, something was dripping on him, he opened his eyes to see a beautiful girl on the ceiling, just like he had seen his mother… she is now on fire just like his mother… he hears screaming, and he realizes it's him… Dean's now holding him telling him it will be all right…
he's now staring at his dad, he's trapped against the wall his dad is talking to Dean "This is fun, I could have killed you a hundred times today, but this, this is worth the wait…"… his dad is now staring at him, he has yellow eyes… his dad is spewing black smoke, Dean is bleeding on the floor, so much blood…
he's still trapped against the wall, he's seeing Dean being torn apart by some invisible being, there's a pretty blond girl there to, and she's laughing, her eyes are white… she's talking to him but he can't make out her words because he's screaming to loudly… there's a bright light, but nothing happens, he's so afraid, the girl is scared to, she starts to spew black smoke… the girl is dead, Dean is dead, so much blood…
Sam wakes up screaming. He hadn't had one of these nightmares in a long time, but they were always the same, they were the progressions of his life, only it wasn't his, it couldn't be because none of these horrible tings had ever happened to him. Sometimes the dreams were scary, where it was if he was seeing his worst memories play out, and sometimes they were happy ones, like one time he remembered seeing himself laugh at an older version of Dean because his hand had been super glued to a beer bottle.
He heard footsteps approaching his door, his screams must have woken his brother up.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
"His brother was hovering over him. " Nothing, just a bad dream."
"Like the ones that you used to have."
Sam just nodded. He was so afraid of his dreams, so afraid that if he told his family that they would think he was crazy, which he had considered more than once, because what kind of sane person dreams about their loved ones dieing.
When these nightmares had started he had felt that the only person he could trust was his brother, he was the one in the family least likely to ship him straight to the looney bin. Whenever he would have a nightmare, his brother would come into his room, and calm him down. He would sit with him until he went back to sleep, and when Sam woke up, he would find Dean sleeping in an uncomfortable position in a wooden chair. Of course Sam hadn't had one of these dreams in years, and he had thought that they were over with, apparently not.
"Sam, I thought these were done?"
"So did I."
"What did you see this time?"
"I saw mom dieing, I saw a cloaked figure sucking something out of me, there was a Christmas in a motel room, where you gave me a Barbie, there was a pretty girl dieing, just like mom always does, then dad was hurting you, and he had yellow eyes. The last part was the worst though, there was a girl with white eyes, and she killed you. I've never seen you die before Dean, you're always the constant in these dreams, you're the only one who never dies, but this time you did!" the memory of the last part of the dream sent shivers down his back. He couldn't stop the sudden flow of tears that started to flow down his face.
"Sam…" Sam could see that Dean was speechless, and once again instead of using his words, Dean relied on his eyes to do the talking. Dean came closer, and embraced him in a long hug. Sam could no longer hold it together, and he started to cry into Dean's shoulder.
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Sam hadn't been able to get back to sleep after that dream, but he had managed to fall into a restless sleep. When he woke up he expected to see Dean beside him, just like old times, but he wasn't instead there was a note that said:
Sorry little dude. Like I said I have to go to Roswell today to pick up a part for the shop, it's going to take me the whole day. Should be back tomorrow morning, see you then. If anything happens then call my cell. – From the best big brother in the world, Dean.
Somehow in the midst of everything he had forgotten that Dean had to leave today. He was alone, and thinking back he realized this was the first time he had been alone. At any other time he would have been happy to have the whole day just to himself, but with the nightmare still fresh in his mind, he truly was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
He managed to get down the stairs in his cast, and waiting at the bottom of the stairs were his crutches, with another note taped to them
Hey don't forget to take the bus, and I made your lunch, it's in the fridge, and call me when you get home tonight so I know you're okay. You're an accident waiting to happen, just look at what you've managed to do to yourself in the past couple of weeks. – Again, from the best brother ever, Dean
Well it seemed that he would have to take the bus today. That pretty much sucked, but he hadn't seen much of his friends in the past couple of weeks because of everything that had been going on, so he could sit with Eric and spend this time to catch up on the current events going on at the school. Why did he ever call his life boring, he had jinxed it.
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So it turns out that this chapter was shorter than I thought it would be, so today I'll post two chapters. I hope your enjoying this, it will be coming to a end soon. Please continue to read and review, because the reviews make me feel happy, and I had a really crappy day today so I want to feel happy!