sam winchester. (au) (moosie) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-06-30 19:04:00 |
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The dreams were nothing. That’s what Sam Winchester told himself in the middle of the night as he woke up from yet another nightmare. One more vision of Jessica’s death. He’d get up, and slip quietly from the bed so he wouldn’t disturb her. He’d splash cold water on his face and try to force his heart to stop beating so quickly. As if by ordering it around, the organ would do what he wanted of it. It rarely worked. He’d double check the locks on the doors and windows. He would stare at them, wondering if he should line them with salt, and if he could clean it all up again before Jess saw it in the morning. He’d go to the closet where he had a duffle bag with weapons hidden. And then? Then he’d remind himself that they were just dreams. Nothing had come after him in the years since he’d left to go to college. He and Jessica were safe, and the dreams were nothing more than his traumatic childhood cropping up because of stress. Nice, normal stress about his upcoming law school interview. And with that assurance in mind, he’d crawl back into the bed, wrap his arms around his girlfriend and drift off back to sleep. But the dreams weren’t nothing. Having arrived back home from his trip with Dean, sam collapsed gratefully onto the bed. The whole apartment smelled like Jessica’s cookies and he couldn’t wait to pull her into bed and wrap his arms around here again. Just as he had all those other nights. But Sam wouldn’t ever hold Jessica like that again. A drop of something hit his forehead and Sam’s eyes flew open. The image would stay burned in his mind until he died. Jessica, trapped against the ceiling, with her mouth caught open in a silent scream. He didn’t even have time to react before the room burst into flames. In that moment, Sam’s world burned, and took Jessica with it. He knew what was left after that. “We’ve got work to do.” |