Thanks for the great number of reviews you guys have been giving me! Please keep it up, the more reviews I get the more I want to write! You guys are great! So now you get to see how Sam and Dean deal with the visions. And uh-oh! Some John news! Here's the next chapter!
Dean had always been a light sleeper. For multiple reasons. Because of their hunting life style, you never know what could sneak up on you. Because of his horrible father, Dean would wake up at the slightest noise, fearing that it would be his dad coming to beat him. And because of Sammy, he always put Sam first and the quietest sound would wake him up, fearing that Sammy was in trouble.
So it was no wonder that Dean woke up when he heard the sound of someone running into the bathroom and throwing up. First Dean was afraid that someone had broken into the house but when he heard the sound of someone vomiting, he then feared it was Sammy. He slowly got out of bed, his healing ribs were still sore, and then rushed over to the bathroom. He saw his huge little brother clinging to the toilet, his head ducked over the bowl. He was no longer throwing up but his body was shaking violently and he was quietly crying.
Dean didn't have to think twice as he hurried over to Sam and wrapped his arms around his brother. Sam seemed dazed and tried to pull away from the grasp. But after about ten seconds he realized that it was Dean who was holding him and willingly let his head fall to Dean's shoulder. Dean started rubbing circles onto Sam's back, trying to get him to calm down so he could figure out what it was that made Sam so upset. He was beyond worried at this point, Sam had always seemed so in control of himself, what was it that made him break down completely?
After five minutes Sam stopped shaking but his hands were still clenched to Dean's t-shirt, a sign that he didn't want Dean to let go.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked, and he was surprised at how strong his voice came out. It was laced with fear and worry but also protectiveness and demand. He still sounded like a big brother. Maybe Sam was right, even though Sam knew about Dean's weaknesses and what was done to him; he could still be the big brother.
Sam shook his head violently on Dean's shoulder. "No...nothing..." He choked out, but his voice totally betrayed him, anyone with ears could tell that this was not nothing.
Dean decided to speak out. It was now or never. "Sammy you told me that I can tell you anything right? And I have told you some stuff, other stuff I'm still getting around to. But I will tell you everything that happened. And I want you to tell me. You can tell me anything too. I'm your big brother, I can help you, and I want to help you. Please tell me. You have my trust Sammy. Do I have yours?"
Sam looked up at his brother with wide eyes. Dean's voice sounded different, stronger. Dean was always stronger when it came to protecting Sam. Dean did have his trust, he really did. The reason Sam didn't want to tell Dean about the dreams wasn't because he didn't trust him. He trusted Dean more than anyone else. He just didn't want Dean to worry about him. Dean had enough to worry about, hell; his whole lifetime was spent worrying. Sam just wanted him to take it easy and not have to worry about his little brother's death dreams coming true.
But Sam knew he had to tell Dean no matter what. If he didn't, then Dean would assume Sam didn't trust him and everything would go downhill. Sam couldn't settle for that. So reluctantly, he decided to go ahead and tell Dean.
"You know how I had that dream about you and it actually happened? Well, I mean it was going to actually happen before I got there." He started quietly and when Dean nodded he continued "Well tonight I had a dream about a fire happening in some of my friends' apartment building. It felt so real, not like a normal dream, and that's exactly how the dream with you in it felt."
Dean seemed to sense what was coming. "Sammy...it didn't..."
"Yes! It did! I decided to turn on the news because I couldn't get back to sleep and it was on the news! There was a fire in the apartment just like I dreamt Dean! Not only did I lose some of my friends but I'm having these death-dreams that are actually happening!" He sobbed and felt Dean hug him tighter, whispering soothing things in his ear.
When he felt like he had calmed a bit he continued. "But the thing I don't understand is...in your dream...it was like 10 hours before it actually happened. I had time to save you. This dream happened as the fire was going on or just before it...I had no time..."
"God Sammy, I'm so sorry. So sorry. But it's not your fault. I don't want you going around thinking it is. There was nothing you could do."
Sam nodded but sighed. "What's wrong with me?"
Dean replied with a sigh of his own. "I don't know, but we're going to figure it out okay? It sounds like something supernatural. When you're not in class will look it up alright? Do some research and try to figure out what this is." Dean sounded so calm but the truth was he was flipping out inside. He was beyond worried for his little brother; he had no idea what this was that was going on with him. He never heard of anything supernatural that did this. But he couldn't show how much he was freaking out to Sam; he had to stay calm and brave for him. He had to figure this out. He had to be the big brother.
Jess had slept through the whole thing. She was a very heavy sleeper, much unlike Sam and Dean. They weren't really all that loud, it was mostly Sam's quiet sobs and Dean's reassuring whispers.
Sam didn't want to tell Jess about the dream. Not yet at least. If him and Dean figured this out and found a way to stop it soon, then what was the point of having her worry about it? And plus she had some big exams coming up and was already stressed out enough; Sam didn't want her even more stressed.
Sam told Jess and Dean later that morning that he was going out of a walk. He needed some time to clear his head and just forget about the dreams for a bit. It was the weekend and he wanted to relax. Sam was happily shocked when Dean asked if he could come with him. Dean never went out of the house unless he was practicing driving with no people around. This time there would be people around and he knew Dean realized it. He was glad that Dean seemed to want to get better, to get used to being around other people. Sam gladly told Dean he could come along; having his brother's company would make it better.
Dean limped along side him as they exited the apartment building, sticking close to Sam at all times. Dean had that limp for years, for so long. Dean had made some story about falling out of a tree and Sam couldn't believe he had bought it back then. He never thought Dean would lie to him, but then again Dean was protecting him all the same.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked trying to stay calm but his quickly roaming eyes gave away his nervousness.
"I don't know, you got any ideas?" Sam asked wanting to make sure they went somewhere where Dean was comfortable.
"Umm, do you think we could walk onto campus?" Dean asked, biting his lip.
Sam was shocked. "Are you sure Dean? There are a lot of people on campus. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Dean had refused to go to the mall last week to get clothes and the mall was less crowded then campus. Sam went alone and picked out clothes that would fit Dean properly once he was at a healthy weight. They were a little loose on him now, but it was very noticeable that Dean had gained a good amount of weight. He no longer looked like the walking dead, just a little underweight.
"Yea, I want to see where your classes are and stuff. And as long as you're here, I'll be okay."
That last sentence broke Sam's heart. Dean trusted him so much more than he expected. He trusted him to protect him, to keep him safe from anything or anyone that might hurt him. And Sam was going to do anything to keep that trust within Dean. Sam hadn't been there for Dean in the past when he should have, but now things were different, now he would be there for his brother every step of the way.
Sam showed Dean where all his classes were and where he went to eat when he didn't have time to come home. He showed Dean all the things there were to do on campus, swimming, sports, you name it. And Dean actually looked interested, like someday when he was ready he wanted to go do these things. It was still very noticeable how Dean was scared to be around other people. He stuck close to Sam, always looking around for signs of danger and his breathing seemed heavier than usual. But it was progress. And it was proof. Proof that Dean was letting himself heal, proof that Dean wanted a real life.
They took a break after a while, Dean's leg was bothering him, and they sat down on a bench. Dean seemed to be more at ease when they were staying still and not wandering around.
Sam let Dean just take in all of his surroundings and they sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Then Dean spoke up.
"Sammy, since you shared something with me, I want to share something with you."
This was not the time Sam wanted to hear what their father did to Dean. He didn't want anymore bad news for the day. But Dean was actually sharing this with him, if he didn't listen now, there may not be another time.
"Go ahead." Sam encouraged Dean.
"Well...you probably already figured this out but Dad's the reason I have to wear glasses. He blamed me for you getting upset one day. You came home angry because you got a C on a test and dad said it was my fault because I must have been bothering you and you didn't have enough time to study. So he said I deserved a big punishment...he...he wanted to blind me Sammy. He poured that crap into my eyes. If it wasn't for you running in and rushing me to the hospital, I probably would have been blind." Dean choked out, tears forming in his eyes. Sam wrapped an arm around him; he could tell Dean wasn't going to let much more out. So he decided to ask him one more thing before he closed up on him.
"God Dean...if I would've known it was him...But I've got you now...he's never going to hurt you again. Did he...did he do something to your leg too?" He asked him cautiously
Dean slowly nodded. "I can't even remember what I did that time. I...think it was something to do with a hunt. He took me out as bait as usual and I got in the way I think, even though I did what he told me and screwed up the hunt. He pushed me down and slammed his foot onto my kneecap and broke it. He wouldn't let me go to the hospital, that's why it never healed correctly and why I limp." Dean told him and then hid his face in his hands, trying to escape the memory. Sam knew that Dean wasn't going to tell him anything else today but that was alright. He had said more than enough for one day.
"Dean...I'm so sorry...I swear to God if I ever lay my eyes on him again, he's not going to walk away."
Dean took several deep breaths and Sam could feel him calming down. "It's okay Sammy, I'm safe now."
Little did the brothers know that John Winchester did not believe a word that Sam had told him on the phone and was heading out to find them. He knew when someone was lying, and Sam was defiantly lying. The sick man knew Sam had Dean with him, and John was going to find him and kill him.
Uh-oh! There's the bad news! But on the other hand, I have a survey question on my user lookup! If you guys could please go vote I would really appreciate it! I just wanted to know if Sam and Dean should eventually tell Jess about the supernatural, or leave her clueless! I'll have it up for a couple chapters so if you could please go there and vote! Thanks! Oh yea, and remember to still review!