A/N: Yay! I'm back! And hopefully more regular now. :) I'm still trying to catch up with all the missed words. My muse wasn't really in a drabble-mood the last couple of weeks (thanks to my RL *sighs*). But I have good news for everyone who's reading my story "A Storm Is Going To Come". I'm working on the next chapter right now so there shouldn't be such a long delay as last time. ;)
The name of this drabble is from a song by David Cook. I read about it in some post-3x16-fanfic, got curious and searched it. I love this song. It's heartbreaking.
For the timeline – Plays shortly after Lazarus Rising (4x01).
And (as always) the hugest of huge thanks to my amazing beta Enkidu07. Honey, you're one of the sweetest people I've ever met! *smishes*
100 Words on the dot! Yay! ^^
Dean rocked back on his heels, his legs numb from crouching beside Sam's bed. He rubbed a hand over his tired eyes.
This was going to be a long night, though sleep wouldn't come anyway, the memories of hell still way too real.
Sam was thrashing on the bed again, agitated.
"No!" Wild, glassy eyes roamed through the room.
"Easy. I've got ya." Soothing, reassuring.
Sam's fever-bright eyes zeroed on Dean. "Not here. Not real..." His hand fisted in the fabric of Dean's shirt, confused about the actual contact. "I'm sorry… I tried…. Sorry…"
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now."
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