justforspite: (Jenny Concentration)

He could never get Dean to open up about them. The nightmares were rare but when they happened they always woke him from his sleep. He’d hear it start as a mumble, a plea, and his own rest would be stripped from his mind. He’d look over to his big brother and wonder, always wonder what could possibly cause Dean to sound so small, so helpless. Sometimes the pleas would trail off to mutterings and then to tense features and eventual soundlessness. Other times his pleading would crescendo to frenzy and his sheets would be thrown off, his hands moved defensively over himself. The first two times it had happened, Sam had made the mistake of rushing over to Dean and try to wake him, calm him. The first time he’d nearly been knocked unconscious. The second found him screaming as Dean held him pinned to the dirty carpet, his hunting knife to his throat. 
nightmares )

June 2009

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