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So, the thing was that he wasn't exactly sleeping so well, which wasn't a big deal because it was just a lot of long-term issues bubbling at the surface. Right? It was just like he always said. You couldn't do the job without the job getting to you. It was why Dean slept with a knife, it was why Sam had nightmares, and it was why Hunter wasn't exactly advocated by your high school guidance counselor.
So he had nightmares and it was no big deal.
He usually caught a couple of winks on the rec room couch these days, after reading through Dad's journal to see if there were more articles on vampires. It wasn't like he would go to the IPD with it, but at least they could do a good old-fashioned hunt. He'd even listen to Dad. Well, maybe for the first fifteen minutes.
This time, on the couch, he fell asleep.
Peaceful dreams were not in vogue, because Sam was tossing and turning, back and forth as he lay there, mumbling words out, nothing more than quiet words that amounted to nothing more than gibberish and then, a sharp, worried, "Veronica!" every now and again, and a quiet, "Jess," of failed desperation.
He woke with a jolt and closed his eyes sharp and tight.
Nightmares.
All just part of the job.
So he had nightmares and it was no big deal.
He usually caught a couple of winks on the rec room couch these days, after reading through Dad's journal to see if there were more articles on vampires. It wasn't like he would go to the IPD with it, but at least they could do a good old-fashioned hunt. He'd even listen to Dad. Well, maybe for the first fifteen minutes.
This time, on the couch, he fell asleep.
Peaceful dreams were not in vogue, because Sam was tossing and turning, back and forth as he lay there, mumbling words out, nothing more than quiet words that amounted to nothing more than gibberish and then, a sharp, worried, "Veronica!" every now and again, and a quiet, "Jess," of failed desperation.
He woke with a jolt and closed his eyes sharp and tight.
Nightmares.
All just part of the job.