fic: goodnight, moon (Supernatural - PG) S4 Sam & Dean
for karabou for help_haiti's lightning round. Yes, very late. I'm so sorry, and so sorry it's so short. Prompt's at the end.
Goodnight, Moon
Sam, Dean. PG. 3x100 words.
Dean's not sleeping again.
Sam sleeps, of course, because Sam is aware of what happens to your body when you don't. Sam doesn't rest, but he sleeps. He's human-mostly, right?-and humans need sleep, so he does.
He has weird wraithlike dreams, narrow and pale and spiky places with an inch or so of some kind of viscous dark liquid on the ground, and he's wandering in circles chasing something. He wakes up more tired than when he went to bed, usually, and that's starting to weigh him down, hanging from his lower eyelids.
Dean doesn't sleep at all.
It was a gradual thing. It wasn't: one day Dean was Dean and the next, Dean was Tyler Durden, because this isn't fiction. It started after the thing with Adam-that really messed Dean up, like anything to do with Dad-and it was just Dean sitting up later than usual, methodically cleaning every crevice of every weapon they had.
Sam hid all the chamois after a few nights of that. Then Dean started taking walks, coming back at stupid times like he thought Sam was too far under to notice. He would come back, and turn on the TV.
So they drive on, and there's something to be said for insomnia, Sam supposes. They make awesome time, the straightest line between any two points being a lack of sleep. He curls himself against the door, sleeps badly, and he pretends Dean's eyes aren't sinking back into his skull. He's always been good at that.
It gets easier to fall asleep to the stereo blaring, and if that's uncomfortably reminiscent of his childhood-that-wasn't, well. Sam's not blaming anyone for that anymore. You can't blame ghosts.
Dean sings along, rides that steel horse, beats on the steering wheel, and never sleeps.
Prompt: S4, Dean's having trouble sleeping (nightmares), and Sam notices.
Goodnight, Moon
Sam, Dean. PG. 3x100 words.
Dean's not sleeping again.
Sam sleeps, of course, because Sam is aware of what happens to your body when you don't. Sam doesn't rest, but he sleeps. He's human-mostly, right?-and humans need sleep, so he does.
He has weird wraithlike dreams, narrow and pale and spiky places with an inch or so of some kind of viscous dark liquid on the ground, and he's wandering in circles chasing something. He wakes up more tired than when he went to bed, usually, and that's starting to weigh him down, hanging from his lower eyelids.
Dean doesn't sleep at all.
It was a gradual thing. It wasn't: one day Dean was Dean and the next, Dean was Tyler Durden, because this isn't fiction. It started after the thing with Adam-that really messed Dean up, like anything to do with Dad-and it was just Dean sitting up later than usual, methodically cleaning every crevice of every weapon they had.
Sam hid all the chamois after a few nights of that. Then Dean started taking walks, coming back at stupid times like he thought Sam was too far under to notice. He would come back, and turn on the TV.
So they drive on, and there's something to be said for insomnia, Sam supposes. They make awesome time, the straightest line between any two points being a lack of sleep. He curls himself against the door, sleeps badly, and he pretends Dean's eyes aren't sinking back into his skull. He's always been good at that.
It gets easier to fall asleep to the stereo blaring, and if that's uncomfortably reminiscent of his childhood-that-wasn't, well. Sam's not blaming anyone for that anymore. You can't blame ghosts.
Dean sings along, rides that steel horse, beats on the steering wheel, and never sleeps.
Prompt: S4, Dean's having trouble sleeping (nightmares), and Sam notices.