Sammy angst...
I signed up for
spn_secretfic and promised 6 ficlets for the first of May... here is the first!! Now I have to go write the other 5.... *facepalm*
Title: I dreamed you died
Summary: idea generated by the postcard posted after the fic, in short: "I don’t know how many times I dreamed you both died out there without me."
Notes and rating: Gen fic, 329 words, PG-13 for graphic violence.
A/N: thank you so much to
keyweegirlie for the beta, and if anyone knows the author of the great postcard, I’d love to credit!
I dreamed you died.
Sam woke up with a jolt, the feeling of falling down and down and down into nothingness, making his heart pound wildly. He could still hear Dean screaming, and it made his hair stand up all over his body.
Werewolves. This time it was a pack of vicious beasts, too many of them for two men. Maybe it could have been done with three. The leader of the pack got Dad from behind, and after a long struggle left him motionless on the ground, throat ripped out, vivid gore standing out even in the darkness. The big werewolf then turned and smiled, blood dropping from his muzzle. Dean, already bloody from several bites and ugly claw marks, threw himself down next to Dad's corpse with a wail of despair. He tried to stop the flow of blood and the bubbles of air from coming out with his bare hands and fervent prayers but it was over in mere seconds. Dean didn't have any more silver bullets in his gun, but he still turned and snarled at the monsters, defiant to the end. He had no chance, as they closed in on him.
The time before this it was a demon, turning Dean's eyes yellow and using him against Dad. Dean killed Dad right there the middle of nowhere, before the demon escaped in smoke, free and victorious after all, leaving Dean to die slowly and painfully from guilt and a broken back from the fight.
Before that a nasty poltergeist.
Vampires.
A wendigo.
No one would find them. He would never know.
The film of sweat covering Sam started to cool and it made him shiver. Jess shifted in the bed beside him while Sam stared at the ceiling, eyes wide opened. He could never go back to sleep after these dreams, and once again Sam wished he was strong enough just to call someone and check to see if they were ok.
The End
spn_secretfic and promised 6 ficlets for the first of May... here is the first!! Now I have to go write the other 5.... *facepalm*
Title: I dreamed you died
Summary: idea generated by the postcard posted after the fic, in short: "I don’t know how many times I dreamed you both died out there without me."
Notes and rating: Gen fic, 329 words, PG-13 for graphic violence.
A/N: thank you so much to
keyweegirlie for the beta, and if anyone knows the author of the great postcard, I’d love to credit!
I dreamed you died.
Sam woke up with a jolt, the feeling of falling down and down and down into nothingness, making his heart pound wildly. He could still hear Dean screaming, and it made his hair stand up all over his body.
Werewolves. This time it was a pack of vicious beasts, too many of them for two men. Maybe it could have been done with three. The leader of the pack got Dad from behind, and after a long struggle left him motionless on the ground, throat ripped out, vivid gore standing out even in the darkness. The big werewolf then turned and smiled, blood dropping from his muzzle. Dean, already bloody from several bites and ugly claw marks, threw himself down next to Dad's corpse with a wail of despair. He tried to stop the flow of blood and the bubbles of air from coming out with his bare hands and fervent prayers but it was over in mere seconds. Dean didn't have any more silver bullets in his gun, but he still turned and snarled at the monsters, defiant to the end. He had no chance, as they closed in on him.
The time before this it was a demon, turning Dean's eyes yellow and using him against Dad. Dean killed Dad right there the middle of nowhere, before the demon escaped in smoke, free and victorious after all, leaving Dean to die slowly and painfully from guilt and a broken back from the fight.
Before that a nasty poltergeist.
Vampires.
A wendigo.
No one would find them. He would never know.
The film of sweat covering Sam started to cool and it made him shiver. Jess shifted in the bed beside him while Sam stared at the ceiling, eyes wide opened. He could never go back to sleep after these dreams, and once again Sam wished he was strong enough just to call someone and check to see if they were ok.
The End