|Motel Beds and Nightmares pt 2
Author: Scarlett Wilde PM
2008 Companion piece to Motel Beds and Nightmares. A short drabble of Dean's thoughts as Sammy sleeps.Rated: Fiction K - English - Dean W. & Sam W. - Words: 541 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-02-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4231623
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Title: Motel Beds and Nightmares – pt 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the pants I'm wearing.
Summary: Dean makes a note of the way Sam sleeps
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Feedback: as always, yes please but no nits or shreds thanks
Author's Notes: I did Sam, now I have to do Dean (don't I just wish?)
Dean sat back against the beige velour headboard and stared hard at Sammy, who was lay on his back and finally sleeping soundly. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took and his soft snores were the only sound in the room.
Dean had given up long ago trying to do any research. It was much more fun surfing the net and finding the free porn sites. 'Cept Sammy boy had put an adult blocker on the damn machine now and Dean was as frustrated as all get out.
He glanced at Sammy again, who was sprawled atop the covers like some sort of mutant spider – all arms and legs. And he'd been that way since he'd reached his teens. It was like he grew two foot overnight. He went to bed normal sized and woke up like some sasquatchian freak. Watching him get used to his new longer length limbs had been more than funny for Dean, and many a times his dad had cuffed his ear when he'd laughed at Sammy tripping up, or knocking stuff over.
But if the truth were told, Dean was just happy to see Sammy sleeping once more. After what happened with Jess, Dean didn't think Sammy'd ever sleep properly again. He'd been plagued with nightmares that had left Dean feeling impotent – he could fight demons in real life, but he couldn't help his brother in his nightmares.
Lately though, the kid had settled back into his normal sleeping habits. Ok, he had to admit he could live without the seriously happy noises Sammy sometimes made in his sleep, but at least he was dreamin' happy.
Dean glanced at his brother one more time as he turned over and grunted, flopping easily onto his belly, one leg hanging over the side of the mattress, foot still socked.
Smirking, Dean rolled his eyes and shut the laptop. He was tired himself, and seeing as he couldn't get on 'Busty Asian Babes' any longer, he'd just have to content himself with lusty dreams of them instead.
Before he got into his own bed, he carefully eased the tangled sheet from his brother's body and straightened it over him. 'Look after your brother,' his dad had always told him…and he did, always had and always will…that's why he always slept with one eye open and a Bowie knife under his pillow.
Both Dean and Sammy knew what kind of monsters and demons could get you while you slept, and Dean knew dad would never forgive him if anything ever happened to Sammy. Dean would never forgive himself.
That's why he slept like a coiled spring…ready to strike at a moment's notice…at any time…