If your brother had a vision about a werewolf attacking him, would you go chasing after it? Even though you knew he was still hiding something? Possible spoilers and brotherly angst. Plus Dean… well, just read and find out.
Hey! Reuploading this story 'cause I've been reading through it and fixing grammar and typing errors – I'm ashamed at how many I've found so far.
Sam ran his hands through his hair as he stared around, looking for escape, he kept repeating the same thing over and over under his breath.
"No this can't be happening. This isn't right."
The hulking form landed loudly on the ground nearby after quite a large jump. It began to circle Sam, considering him. Sam couldn't help but watch, he stunk of fear and this thing knew it. This thing, with its sharp and deadly claws and probably even sharper and deadlier teeth. It considered Sam. It was hungry, starving and as it drew closer, it seemed to smile. The moon shone brightly down into the clearing, illuminating the creature at its full beauty, its full horror.
Its muzzle was nearly touching Sam now, the warm breath against Sam's face. It looked at Sam once more, looked at him with hazel eyes and it made its decision – It went in for the kill…
…Sam felt the blood rushing from him but as he did, he felt the cold shower of water in his face.
It wasn't the first time his brother Dean had woken him from his tormented nightmares, but it was the first time he'd thrown so much freezing cold water over him.
Yes, that's what it had been. Just a nightmare. He was sure it wasn't vision, just as sure as he was that all demons were evil and that… but vampires were classed as demons, or at least that's what he thought he'd heard Dean call them a couple of times. Past experience had now taught him that not all vampires were bad, so were all demons evil? And if not all demons were evil, did that mean this dream of his had been prophetic? It had felt like one of his past dream visions except he couldn't see how it had anything to do with The Demon.
"You having nightmares again?" Dean asked, throwing himself onto his bed. He stared intently at his little brother, completely aware that the rude awakening he'd given him was now causing him to shake as the chilled water soaked through.
"You didn't have to chuck water on me!"
"Who said it was water?" Dean grinned.
Sam, disgusted at this, sniffed the top part of his shirt – which Dean had completely soaked. It smelt like nothing.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing." Sam replied.
"Didn't sound like nothing, Sammy." Dean had decided he needed to get straight into it, no playing around. If it had been another vision, they might need to move quickly.
"Dude I swear, it was nothing."
Dean sat up on his bed; this was obviously something Sam needed to deal with by himself first. But that didn't take away his concern, Sam was hiding something.
"It was just a nightmare." Sam said, yet who was he trying to convince, Dean or himself.
"Yeah, whatever man." Dean stood up with all intention to use the shower first that morning. He was just about to say something along these lines to Sam whilst clipping him around the head.
But as soon as Dean went to clip him, Sam flinched. Flinched in a way he'd never done with Dean before. Dean frowned at this, sickened. It was the type of flinch you gave to someone who had hurt you badly or was intending to, emotionally or physically. Had their fight last night really been that bad?
Sam looked sheepish, almost guilty. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
Dean lowered his hand and stalked over to the bathroom, repeating his words. "Yeah, whatever man."
A couple of showers later and the brothers sat in silence in their cabin.
"Do we still need to talk about last night?" Dean said. He hadn't wanted to say it. He hated talking about emotions and things like that. Last night hadn't been talking, it had been shouting. Sam had been so angry with him, so pissed off and Dean felt he deserved it.
Their last job had gone slightly down south. They completed it. They never liked to leave a job undone but Dean had been stupid. He had deliberately and completely unnecessarily put himself in danger. He'd been suicidal to say the least, self destructive to say more and 'goddamn stupid and selfish' as Sam had described it.
"You promised me, Dean! You promised that I wouldn't lose you, not after everything."
Dean hadn't been able to look at his brother. He had promised, not in the sense that he actually said it all out loud, but he had said bits of it and he couldn't remember, maybe he'd even thrown the words 'I promise' into the mix the last time they'd had their conversation.
"I'm sorry, Sam." Dean stared at the brown worn carpet.
Sam looked over at him, "No Dean, we said all that needed saying last night."
"Then why are you still so pissed at me?"
"I'm not pissed at you. I'm just still a little shaken up about my nightmare."
"It was another vision, wasn't it?"
"No, it couldn't have been…"
"But it felt like one?" Dean finished his sentence for him, "What happened?"
"I was attacked…" Sam stopped himself from saying any more and looked away from the trusting eyes of his brother.
"I don't know."
"Can you describe it?"
"And if I don't want to?"
Dean's brow furrowed, "Sam, if we don't find out what this thing is we can't kill it before it kills you."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"So, what did it look like?"
"A big wolf. A very big wolf that walked on it's hind legs."
"And you say you don't know what it was?"
Sam nodded, though he noted Dean's almost mocking tone.
"Then you really should go back to Stanford… It's full moon this week and I think you just described a werewolf." Dean laughed at Sam.
Sam didn't react. He just stared at the carpet.
"What you not telling me, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Sam replied.
"No, that seems to be exactly what you are telling me – nothing. You're hiding something."
Yes, Sam was hiding something. He'd known it was a werewolf as soon as he'd woken up. But the memory of those hazel eyes had stopped him from voicing his opinion. Hazel eyes full of hunger.
Dean knelt down next to Sam, "Hey, you feeling okay?"
Sam looked up and stared into his brothers hazel eyes which were so full of kindness and worry. There was no way they could be the same hazel eyes as his attacker.