Summary: A collection of snippets, depicting possible scenes either never taking place in front of a camera, or ideas/thoughts/emotions hard to relay via that media...
Warning: The tense may vary from piece to piece, as will the length and POV. Spoilers about for each and every episode so far released in the USA.
Disclaimer: My godmother's not powerful enough to even wrench Ackles into my possession, not to mention the whole damn Winchesterverse.
So I'm still just borrowing Kripke & co.'s concepts.

COGITATIONS
114: Nightmare
by Sade Lyrate

The woman was stunned, leaning heavily on him as they scrambled up the stairs, leaving Sam alone with the little psychopath.
The dark eyes met Dean's last look solemn, assuring. He just wished his younger brother's skills in Psych 101 were as good as his trust in them.

The gun in Max's hand was trembling as he followed their ascent with eyes like a wild animal's, at his wits' end, trapped, freaked. Sam should've been easily able to wrestle the gun from the kid, but he wouldn't, Dean knew that. Sam was brought up just as much a soldier as his brother, but he would never break a promise. Even to a nutjob like Max.

Just as well.
The kid might pull some more tricks out of his sleeve if provoked.

And now Sam was alone with him. The fact that Dean had been forced to do so didn't lessen the discomfort in his gut. Grim, he turned his attention to the cut on Alice's temple.

The walk up had shaken the woman further into consciousness, but she remained quiet as he wet a napkin and began cleaning up the wound. He couldn't hear what was going on downstairs.

No crashing, no shots. That should be a good thing, right?

"You...you're not priests, are you?" She asked, voice quivering.

"No", he answered, berating himself for bringing the gun. But what was he supposed to do?

Listen to Sammy.

Hell, the kid was smart. He figured out the trick with the ghosties at that asylum, knew their old house wasn't safe... And was a general pain in the ass all around.

Next time Sam has something to say...

"What's happening now?" Alice asked, eyes rising to face his, uncertain, scared.

"Sam's going Dr. Feelgood on Max." But with every breath that passed, his trust in his brother's abilities waned.

They fell silent, waiting.

Sam was alone with a psycho who had already killed two men in cold blood. Sam was alone with a boy who was responsible for the murders he'd been forced to watch. And Dean couldn't help him. Not with Max. Not with the visions. Not with the nightmares.

The door opened, their eyes darting to see Max approaching.
Without Sam.

Where's Sam?

The boy entered the room, as mentally unstable as before. Dean could taste the threat in the air. Behind the boy, the door closed.

Where's Sam

He wouldn't have let Max off the hook, not until he'd gotten the kid's head straightened. Not if-
No.

Sam would've put up a fight. There would've been noise.

Not if the kid got the drop on him.

He heard Alice cry the moment invisible hands threw him into a wall.

Sam failed.
Fine.
Let's do this Dean's way, then.