|Sam Winchester (bitch____) wrote,|
@ 2008-07-02 04:10:00
|Entry tags:||bobby singer, dean winchester, sam winchester|
Call my name, and save me from the dark ( not a fanfic )
Sam was jarred awake when Dean started talking in his sleep. Instinctively he sat up, but he didn't rise to his feet until the worst of it struck. The screams always caused his chest to tighten, and it took him a few seconds to recover. He knew even when he did, it wouldn't make a bit of difference, but he always tried to rattle Dean out of it anyway once he'd found his footing and flipped on a light to guide his path. Tonight was no exception. His eyes quickly adjusted to the change as he stumbled over to his brother's beside. It's occupant was thrashing around violently, screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs as he tossed this way and that.
"Dean. Dean!" Hands shot out to try and steady him, but they were quickly shoved away, and even though it was unintentionally done, one tightened fist rammed right into Sam's jaw. The unexpected hit caused him to bite his tongue harshly, and the ever-familiar coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Fortunately, it was nothing a few swallows couldn't cure. He continued to struggle with his brother, trying to bring him some semblance of security in his panicked state. Though the thought had occurred to him that maybe it made it worst ... having someone trying to grab him when he got like this. How was he supposed to know? All the doctors had said was to just leave him be. It'd all be over in a few minutes. He wouldn't react to anything else, so there was no point. But they didn't have to see Dean like this. They didn't have to watch him writhe in agony every single time he closed his eyes.
He spent the majority of his time trying to avoid receiving any more direct blows, for Dean's sake. As if the guy needed something else to worry about. Sam knew what he was doing. He didn't have to get in the way every time his brother had one of these night terrors. He chose to place himself in the middle of what could be a potentially harmful situation, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The sound of shattering glass made him jump; he'd been completely unaware of the empty beer bottle that'd been knocked from the nightstand until it hit the floor. It was a wonder no one called hotel security, if there was such a thing. As thin as these walls were ... At least contacted the manager about all the noise. Not that he would've handled it very gracefully if that ever happened. He probably wouldn't have even answered the door. As for right now, he'd given up trying to console his brother and stooped to clean up the mess. If he didn't do it right away, Dean might step on one of the broken pieces when he got up. He wouldn't have remembered what happened, and some bits were so tiny, it was hard to see them at all.
The remnants were discarded into the trash, before Sam pivoted and returned to sit vigil by his brother's side. "I'm here, Dean. I'm right here. Please wake up." When was he going to learn that his pleas were a waste of time? Dean couldn't hear him. But it was what came next that caused him to stand and back away. On this particular night, he felt his knees would give out before he made it to his own bed, so instead, he slumped up against the nearest wall and slid down it. His entire body shook, though it was most obvious in his hands, as Dean's back arched and he let out one last blood-curdling scream. That was about the same time Sam's first tear fell, and he drew in a shaky breath.
Then suddenly there came a knock, but his body remained frozen in place. Bobby. It was just Bobby checking in on them, but he didn't get up to un-bolt the door. He didn't even respond. No one saw Dean like this. No one. He felt that he had to protect his brother. Kind of ridiculous since Bobby had already seen the play-by-play, but Sam wasn't taking all that into consideration. Every time he saw it happen, it got harder and harder to shake. You could say that he was in a state of shock, although he'd seen it all before. But as of this very moment, he wasn't able to bounce back quickly enough to function at any level. He didn't even get up off the floor.
He remained there until he finally drifted off, only to have his own sleep plagued by unpleasant images and harsh words of the past. Just nightmares though. Just bad dreams.