SUPERNATURAL FANFIC
One: The Chaser
The silence before it happened was deafening, everything was blurred and nothing made sense. A scream tore the silence apart, the fear in his chest blossomed into a hurtling bullet of sheer panic, he turned to run towards the source, and the world plunged into darkness. Eyes flashing open, Dean jerked awake. Light was already seeping in through the dusty washed out blinds of the motel. Sam was still asleep, his soft breathing mixing in with the morning cries of the birds perched on the branches of the trees outside. Groaning, Dean swung out of bed. Running his hand down his face he shook himself awake, grabbed the half-empty beer from the table and took a swig. This was the fifth nightmare this week. His sleep was deteriorating. Rubbing his eyes in an attempt to leave the remains of the dream behind he walked to the bathroom, a hot shower would do good right now. His clothes were damp with sweat and clung to him like wet paper. Shedding them into a pile on the floor he stepped under the hot running water. As the steam billowed around him and the water massaged into his skin, he ran a hand through his messy cropped hair and leaned his forehead against the tiled wall. These nightmares had to stop. They were destroying him from the inside out. Every night he would dream of the exact same scenes. A smile, a joke, the silence, the terror, the pain, the scream. Over and over, it would rip his heart out of his chest, throw it on the cold floor and trample it, smearing it like paint across a canvas. He shut the water off, grabbed a towel and started to rub his hair dry on his way to search for clothes that were still acceptably clean to wear in public. Finally finding a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt that were wearable again for another day or two. That is if no blood was spilled on them, which he somehow doubted would be achievable. He yanked them on, gave his teeth a quick brush at the small sink and mirror, catching a glance of his reflection only to look into a pair of red puffy eyes and dark purple bags beneath them.
By the time Sam awoke, Dean had already bought them breakfast and coffee which tasted like stale milk. Dean sat with his feet on the coffee table, bagel in one hand and journal in the other. They'd been staying in this crappy motel for the past few days now while hunting a rogue vampire and Dean was glad this case was almost closed.
"Nice to see you wide eyed and bushy tailed" Dean called over to Sam. Sam shot him a glare "Surprised to see you up so early" He replied
"I thought the earlier we get moving, the sooner this damn case will be over" Dean said over enthusiastically, slamming the newspaper onto the table. Sam quirked an eyebrow at his sibling.
Authors Note: Feedback is welcome! I have had parts of this fanfic written down for years. I feel like it's time to truly work on it. Ps. this chapter isn't complete.