It wasn't always the same nightmare, but it always had the same result. An hour, maybe two after he'd finally fallen asleep he'd wake up - heart racing, cold sweat, wide awake. He was pretty used to it by now, honestly. He knew everyone was worried about him, but it was hard to move on when you had to relieve it every night. Sam threw the covers back and ran a hand through his hair before he got up. He knew there was a good chance that Dean was already up, he could see a light on, but he headed to the bathroom first.
He was going crazy. He was sure of it. Washing his face, he just stared at his reflection in the mirror. In the grand scheme of things these nightmares were pretty tame, at least compared to the ones he'd had before Jessica's death and that was, perhaps, what was bothering him the most. Those nightmares, they'd been so vivid, like he was actually there and he'd written them off at the time but now, he'd give anything to go back and actually pay attention to them. Of course, he knew if he had of said anything at the time, people would have thought he was crazy. It WAS crazy. Okay, a fire was one thing, even if the source was never determined, but Sam was sure that fire didn't pin people to the ceiling.
He turned the tap off and took a deep breath deciding that tonight he'd ask Dean about it. He'd been trying since it happened, but every time he went over it in his head, it ended with Dean laughing at him or telling him he was insane, however, Dean was really all he had right now. He padded out to the kitchen, and sat down silently at the table where he was clearly expected. Taking hold of the cup, he just looked at the mug for a little while. They hadn't spoken about that night, everyone knew that Sam didn't like to talk about it, so he wasn't sure how to approach it."Dean..." He started and then stopped, looking back at his mug. "The night that..." He still couldn't say it. "Did you see anything weird, I mean, when you came in and pulled me out?"