Disclaimer: I own nada. If I did there wouldn't have been a deal at the end of season 2.
Author's Note: This is just something I had stuck in my head and thought I would write it out. Italics are thoughts
Rating: T
Summary: Dean's year is almost up and his dreams won't let him forget it.
Countdown Dreams
Somewhere in Minnesota in a broken down hotel room two very tired hunters are sleeping. One in a fitful sleep...from past experience not the person you would think. The hunter closest to the door jumps up with a start, sweating and gasping for breath. His breathing starts to even out as he lays back down
Another dream. Man when are they going to stop. I get it I'm dying. Nothings changed. I have two months left and we still haven't been able to find a way out of it. I figured it wouldn't be easy, I mean Sammy's been trying for 10 months now and nothing has worked.
Man Sammy...what's he going to do when I'm gone. I'm not blind I see this is messing him up. It's messing me up to. I just don't know what to do anymore, and these dreams aren't helping. They get more detailed each night. It's like I'm hunting something...the ultimate hunt, but then it turns out I'm the prey. Oh yeah did I mention that this takes place on the night my year is up. I don't even want to know how bad the dream is going to get on the night before my year is up, because if dreams could kill I think it will be the end of me.
It's already three in the morning. I know Sam is going to be expecting me to be sarcasic joking Dean today. It's the mask I've been holding up for the past months, but the truth is I'm tired. I'm tired of all of this. In a way I just wish it would be over with, one way or another. I know if Sam knew that he'd tear me a new one, but as long as he's safe I don't care. Need to sleep. Three more hours and the mask is back up. Hopefully no more dreams for tonight, because I already know the countdown is on.
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