Nightmares in the Bunker

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Just a short drabble I wrote while I’m working on my series.

Sam has another nightmare…

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Sam woke up, screaming in terror. His sheets were tangled
around his waist and legs, and he struggled to get out of them, landing on the
floor. He was drenched in sweat.

Twenty seconds later, Dean came running into his room,
throwing open the door.

“Sam? What’s wrong!” Dean was in his boxers and a faded gray
t-shirt. He had a gun in his hand, and he was frantically looking around the
room.

“Sam, what’s going on!”

Sam was trying to catch his breath. He held his arm out to assure
Dean nothing was after him.

“N-nothing Dean. N-n-nightm-mare.” Sam’s breath was wobbly.

Dean lowered his gun and moved quickly beside his brother on
the floor. He reached out tentatively, touching his brother on the shoulder.
His voice lowered to one of gentle concern.

“You alright, man?”

“Y-yeah” Sam managed. He tried not to let Dean see how he
was shaking. It was dark, so maybe he wouldn’t notice.

Dean helped Sam untangle himself from his sheets and back on
the bed.

“Dude, you scared the shit out of me. That must have been a
doozy of a nightmare. You sure you ok? Do you need anything?” Dean said,
yawning. He stood up again, and made to move towards the door.

Sam just shook his head again. Dean didn’t know this was the
sixth night in a row of the same nightmare. The same cold hands on him, the
same dark space.

“No Dean, I’m fine.”

Dean nodded, but frowned as he headed towards the door.

“You let me know if you need anything, ok?”

“Yeah Dean. Ok. I’m fine, though.” He pulled the blankets up
around him and gave Dean a thumbs up and the best smile he could muster.

Of course, Sam wasn’t fine.

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