prompting_muses February prompt - Blood
Muse name: Dean Winchester
Muse fandom: Supernatural
Timeline prompt is written in: 29 years old.
Prompt: Blood
Word Count: 284
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Dean was off on his hunt, something he hated doing sometimes. Especially now, after Sammy left. He hadn't thought Sam would be that angry at him for making the deal, but he was and he just left. Dean kept telling himself that at least Sammy was alive and that was all that matters. It was a lie at times because more then anything he wanted his little brother there with him more so now that he only had a few months left. He just wanted him around when it was his time to die. He didn't want this conflict effecting how close they were anymore. He pulled into a hotel for the night then and went and laid down.
The same dream that had cursed him every night assaulted him again. Seeing Sammy after him going missing. Seeing him hurt but alive. Watching helplessly from a distance not fast enough as he ran and Jake stabbed him in the back. He watched Bobby go off chasing after him and the dream would go black and white. The only color was the red of Sammy's blood all over his hands. The red dark making him want to pale. Shaking Sam trying to get him to keep his eyes open and the sinking feeling effecting him even in his sleep as he realized Sammy was dead. He always awoke in a cold sweat and would look around never finding the face he was looking for. For a few minutes it seemed after he woke up every time if he looked at his hands he could still see Sam's blood as if they had been stained forever as a reminder he failed to keep his little brother safe.
Muse fandom: Supernatural
Timeline prompt is written in: 29 years old.
Prompt: Blood
Word Count: 284
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Dean was off on his hunt, something he hated doing sometimes. Especially now, after Sammy left. He hadn't thought Sam would be that angry at him for making the deal, but he was and he just left. Dean kept telling himself that at least Sammy was alive and that was all that matters. It was a lie at times because more then anything he wanted his little brother there with him more so now that he only had a few months left. He just wanted him around when it was his time to die. He didn't want this conflict effecting how close they were anymore. He pulled into a hotel for the night then and went and laid down.
The same dream that had cursed him every night assaulted him again. Seeing Sammy after him going missing. Seeing him hurt but alive. Watching helplessly from a distance not fast enough as he ran and Jake stabbed him in the back. He watched Bobby go off chasing after him and the dream would go black and white. The only color was the red of Sammy's blood all over his hands. The red dark making him want to pale. Shaking Sam trying to get him to keep his eyes open and the sinking feeling effecting him even in his sleep as he realized Sammy was dead. He always awoke in a cold sweat and would look around never finding the face he was looking for. For a few minutes it seemed after he woke up every time if he looked at his hands he could still see Sam's blood as if they had been stained forever as a reminder he failed to keep his little brother safe.