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Dreams and Nightmares - Chapter One
Chapter One
Sam’s POV
It’s a hot and humid summer day, and Sam relaxes against a large oak tree while watching his father and brother spar in the open dirt of the meadow. He observes how Dean uses his arms for blocking punches and kicks. Dean swings his arms across his body, blocking his father’s incoming punch. He would side-step out of the way to use his forearms in a downward motion to block a punch or cross his arms together in an X-block against a powerful kick.
Sam grins wide when Dean strikes his father with a strong front kick to his solar plexus that lands him on his ass with the wind knocked out of him.
Sam does his best to cover the chuckle that escapes him at the look on his father’s face, pure shock, impressed until it turns to anger.
“Enough of this! Dean! Four laps around the field and 100 pushups” John side glances to look at Sam before he continues, “Sam! You will hold his ankles off the ground in the wheelbarrow hold while he does his reps.”
John stands up while he brushes the dirt off his body, pinches his lips together, shakes his head, and curses under his breath.
Dean stands there, mouth hanging wide open as if to say something, but thinks better of it.
John barks out his order, “Now, Dean!”
John turns on his heels and heads towards his truck. Getting in it and leaving for the motel.
Sam breathes in to look up at his brother, all he can hear is the swishing of the long grass as Dean runs through the field. Dean always does as he is told, but never once does he receive praise or positive feedback for doing a deed well.
Sam gazes at Dean while he runs through the hot open terrain. His brother is getting stronger, the more sparring matches he has with their Dad, and Sam wonders if he will be able to hold his own against his brother. They are the same height now, and it pisses Dean off more than he can say. Though the more he thought, the more he realized they were not the same height. He is taller than Dean by at least 3 or 4 inches.
The swishing sounds stop and the book he was pretending to read is knocked out of his hands. Sam frowns as it hits the ground.
“Come on Sam. I want to get these pushups over with. Let’s go.”
Dean leans over and places his palms in the dirt holding his upper body off the ground with his feet shoulder width apart.
Sam sighs and pushes up onto his feet. He grabs his brother’s ankles and grunts as he lifts Dean’s feet up into position. Dean begins the pushups ordered by their father.
Dean sweats in the sun as if it’s his punishment, to himself, for knocking their father on his ass.
Sam wouldn’t punish Dean. He is proud of his brother and to witness the strength and confidence Dean’s has built through the matches with their father. Though their father has nothing to say about it. At 21, Dean is an adult, but John still controls the situation and rules for both of them – and Dean lets him.
Sam hears the shame in taking their father down in Dean’s voice as he counts. He knows that Dean was only sparring, but a part of him wants to know if it was something more. A sign, a message, or a way to communicate with the man Dean idolized for years.
Watching the way the material bunches around Dean’s shoulders and upper arms, Sam can see the muscles his brother has gained recently. He smiles and knows that Dean is trying to change himself, on his own, without anyone to say otherwise. Sam wonders who he is trying to impress. It’s not like Dean has been on a date in a long while. Sam gets lost in his thoughts and he doesn’t hear Dean telling him to drop his feet.
“Sam. I’m done now. Sam, drop my feet, dude.”
Sam is so far gone that he stares, unfocused at his brother until Dean kicks his feet. He shakes his head and drops his brother’s feet as if they burnt him. Dean lands face first into the dirt below him.
“Sam? What the hell?” He gets up and brushes the dirt off of his frame.
“Dean. I’m sorry. I’ll get you some water.”
Dean sighs and rolls his eyes. Abashed, Sam grabs his book and sits back against the tree doing his best to avoid his brother.
He’s not sure what took place but knows something happened, and he can’t quite put his finger on it.
The way his brother moves, smoothly up and down, through each pushup – the tension of his muscles – the slight shake within his body at having his younger brother hold his feet through the reps.
Sam looks back up at his brother who has his head cocked to the side, grins wide. “My water, Sammy?”
“Here, Dean.” Sam smiles as he tosses the water bottle to his brother.
The warmth that radiates from Dean is a change. The relaxed appearance, the sparkle in his eyes, and the soft hum from Dean; Sam can see from his gaze makes him hold his breath. The moment is like a punch to his guts and it rattles him to his core. What the hell is going on with Dean? It’s as if Dean discovered who he was or admitted to himself, a deep, hidden secret. Sam wants to know what changed.
Dean takes a seat right next to him, leaning up against the tree as he sighs.
“Dad is pissed.”
“That was a great kick, Dean. Dad should be pleased that you’re getting stronger.” After all, Sam is pleased with his brother’s accomplishment.
“Thanks, Sammy.” Dean sighs and shakes his head in defeat. “I don’t think he sees it that way.”
“He will when the time is right.”
Dean grins, “But, it felt good.” He tells his brother about this obvious accomplishment.
Sam smiles and bumps shoulders with his brother in encouragement and support.
They both get comfortable against the tree while Dean, leans his head towards the sky – eyes closed – breathes in deep. Eyes still closed he bumps Sam again, letting his legs sprawl until his thigh presses against his brother. It's pure contentment and strange after all the weird signals from Dean. But, Sam is happy to have his brother by his side, fighting, and discovering what is in store for them in the long run.
~*~*~
After a while, Dean nudges his leg and glances towards the Impala.
“We’d better get going Sam. Before I get more damn reps.” He mutters through gritted teeth.
“Sure thing Dean.”
They get up and head towards the car. Sam reaches out and grabs Dean’s arm. Dean stops dead.
“Sam?” He asks, biting his lower lip.
Sam shakes his head to clear it because the look in Dean’s eyes makes him ache in his chest.
“I just wanted to let you know, Dean, that was an amazing kick. It was powerful.” His voice is filled with confidence and pride for his brother’s accomplishment. The slight discomfort (after all, they never complement each other) is worth it, seeing the radiant smile form on his brother’s face.
“Thanks, Sammy.” He whispers. Dean’s chin lowers to his chest and his gaze falls to his feet. It’s like his cheeks burn at the attention from another person, even if it’s his younger brother.
They take their seats in the Impala, Dean behind the wheel and Sam in the passenger seat, as they head towards the motel. Sam watches the way Dean shifts the car into gear and leave the field behind them. He watches the muscles flex beneath the wife-beater pulling tight across Dean’s muscular chest.
Sam takes the time to really look at his brother. Over the last few years Sam has noticed Dean grow into himself – becoming a man – the strong, skilled hunter he was pushed into being by their Dad.
Dean passes the High School Sam is currently attending. Sam catches Dean who looks longingly at the school like he wishes he could attend - like he has missed out on an important part of his life. At that moment, he promises himself, and his brother, that they will get away from their father and his obsession and go to college. Have a normal life. Sam only needs to convince Dean it’s time to have a life he truly wants and deserves.
He hates the tension that pulses through his brother’s body at the way their father treats him. Always a soldier that follows orders (like a good reservist and son) without question. Sam wonders how much is Dean or how much is influenced by a teenager who shows affection, praise, and understanding towards him while the same child fights against the wishes of their father.
Sam knows it will be difficult for Dean to ever make that decision, but he has an entire year to work his charm on his brother. Sam wants the best for himself and his brother, even if Dean thinks otherwise. He deserves the same opportunities as everyone else.
~*~*~
Dean pulls into the parking lot and parks next to their Dad’s truck. Getting out of the car, Sam heads towards their motel room, number 16. Turning around, Sam notices that Dean hasn’t left the car. He sits there, staring blankly out of the car window, hands wrapped tight around the steering wheel. Slowly, he walks towards the driver’s side window and lightly taps it to get Dean’s attention. Sam watches the way Dean flinches at the unexpected noise before cautiously looking up at Sam.
“Are you coming, Dean?” His eyebrows furrow with concern.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m coming, Sammy.” Dean’s voice is low and scrapes a hand through his hair.
Dean sinks into the seat before he pulls the keys out of the ignition and opens the door. Before his brother is able to step foot outside, they hear a voice bellowing out to them.
“Sam. Dean. Get inside and clean up. Pack your things. We’re heading out.”
“A new hunt, Dad?” Sam yells back, hunched shoulders with his hands hidden in his pockets at the thought of moving again.
“Yeah, Sam. Some creature messing with people’s dreams.”
“Okay. We’re coming.” Dean says full of energy and ready for the hunt, eager to avoid the mishap of their training earlier.
~*~*~
The Winchester boys sit in the diner a few miles away from the motel, trying to listen to their father explain the case to them. Sam finds it hard to concentrate. It seems overwhelming to be up rooted again, but it’s the story of their lives, whether he likes it or not.
“What’s the creature doing with visions?” Dean asks.
“From what I gather, Dean. It’s somehow messing with people’s delusions. Taking illusions from one person and switching it with another person’s. They then act out these dreams, but they’re not just dreams. They are their worst nightmares.”
“How is that even possible?” Sam asks eyebrows raised and leaned forward.
“I have no idea, son. But we’re going to find out. We’re heading to Salem, Massachusetts.” John’s grinning.
“Salem’s a prime area for the Supernatural, right, Dad?”
“Yeah, that’s right, Sam. We head out in the morning. Sleep well tonight, boys.” John states slyly with a grin.
“Good night, Dad.” Sam returns, with a grin of his own.
“Night, Dad.” Dean replies with his classic eye roll attached.
They all leave the diner and head for the motel room. They are going to need all the sleep they can get if there is some monster messing around with people’s dreams.
Chapter Two
Sam’s POV
It’s a hot and humid summer day, and Sam relaxes against a large oak tree while watching his father and brother spar in the open dirt of the meadow. He observes how Dean uses his arms for blocking punches and kicks. Dean swings his arms across his body, blocking his father’s incoming punch. He would side-step out of the way to use his forearms in a downward motion to block a punch or cross his arms together in an X-block against a powerful kick.
Sam grins wide when Dean strikes his father with a strong front kick to his solar plexus that lands him on his ass with the wind knocked out of him.
Sam does his best to cover the chuckle that escapes him at the look on his father’s face, pure shock, impressed until it turns to anger.
“Enough of this! Dean! Four laps around the field and 100 pushups” John side glances to look at Sam before he continues, “Sam! You will hold his ankles off the ground in the wheelbarrow hold while he does his reps.”
John stands up while he brushes the dirt off his body, pinches his lips together, shakes his head, and curses under his breath.
Dean stands there, mouth hanging wide open as if to say something, but thinks better of it.
John barks out his order, “Now, Dean!”
John turns on his heels and heads towards his truck. Getting in it and leaving for the motel.
Sam breathes in to look up at his brother, all he can hear is the swishing of the long grass as Dean runs through the field. Dean always does as he is told, but never once does he receive praise or positive feedback for doing a deed well.
Sam gazes at Dean while he runs through the hot open terrain. His brother is getting stronger, the more sparring matches he has with their Dad, and Sam wonders if he will be able to hold his own against his brother. They are the same height now, and it pisses Dean off more than he can say. Though the more he thought, the more he realized they were not the same height. He is taller than Dean by at least 3 or 4 inches.
The swishing sounds stop and the book he was pretending to read is knocked out of his hands. Sam frowns as it hits the ground.
“Come on Sam. I want to get these pushups over with. Let’s go.”
Dean leans over and places his palms in the dirt holding his upper body off the ground with his feet shoulder width apart.
Sam sighs and pushes up onto his feet. He grabs his brother’s ankles and grunts as he lifts Dean’s feet up into position. Dean begins the pushups ordered by their father.
Dean sweats in the sun as if it’s his punishment, to himself, for knocking their father on his ass.
Sam wouldn’t punish Dean. He is proud of his brother and to witness the strength and confidence Dean’s has built through the matches with their father. Though their father has nothing to say about it. At 21, Dean is an adult, but John still controls the situation and rules for both of them – and Dean lets him.
Sam hears the shame in taking their father down in Dean’s voice as he counts. He knows that Dean was only sparring, but a part of him wants to know if it was something more. A sign, a message, or a way to communicate with the man Dean idolized for years.
Watching the way the material bunches around Dean’s shoulders and upper arms, Sam can see the muscles his brother has gained recently. He smiles and knows that Dean is trying to change himself, on his own, without anyone to say otherwise. Sam wonders who he is trying to impress. It’s not like Dean has been on a date in a long while. Sam gets lost in his thoughts and he doesn’t hear Dean telling him to drop his feet.
“Sam. I’m done now. Sam, drop my feet, dude.”
Sam is so far gone that he stares, unfocused at his brother until Dean kicks his feet. He shakes his head and drops his brother’s feet as if they burnt him. Dean lands face first into the dirt below him.
“Sam? What the hell?” He gets up and brushes the dirt off of his frame.
“Dean. I’m sorry. I’ll get you some water.”
Dean sighs and rolls his eyes. Abashed, Sam grabs his book and sits back against the tree doing his best to avoid his brother.
He’s not sure what took place but knows something happened, and he can’t quite put his finger on it.
The way his brother moves, smoothly up and down, through each pushup – the tension of his muscles – the slight shake within his body at having his younger brother hold his feet through the reps.
Sam looks back up at his brother who has his head cocked to the side, grins wide. “My water, Sammy?”
“Here, Dean.” Sam smiles as he tosses the water bottle to his brother.
The warmth that radiates from Dean is a change. The relaxed appearance, the sparkle in his eyes, and the soft hum from Dean; Sam can see from his gaze makes him hold his breath. The moment is like a punch to his guts and it rattles him to his core. What the hell is going on with Dean? It’s as if Dean discovered who he was or admitted to himself, a deep, hidden secret. Sam wants to know what changed.
Dean takes a seat right next to him, leaning up against the tree as he sighs.
“Dad is pissed.”
“That was a great kick, Dean. Dad should be pleased that you’re getting stronger.” After all, Sam is pleased with his brother’s accomplishment.
“Thanks, Sammy.” Dean sighs and shakes his head in defeat. “I don’t think he sees it that way.”
“He will when the time is right.”
Dean grins, “But, it felt good.” He tells his brother about this obvious accomplishment.
Sam smiles and bumps shoulders with his brother in encouragement and support.
They both get comfortable against the tree while Dean, leans his head towards the sky – eyes closed – breathes in deep. Eyes still closed he bumps Sam again, letting his legs sprawl until his thigh presses against his brother. It's pure contentment and strange after all the weird signals from Dean. But, Sam is happy to have his brother by his side, fighting, and discovering what is in store for them in the long run.
~*~*~
After a while, Dean nudges his leg and glances towards the Impala.
“We’d better get going Sam. Before I get more damn reps.” He mutters through gritted teeth.
“Sure thing Dean.”
They get up and head towards the car. Sam reaches out and grabs Dean’s arm. Dean stops dead.
“Sam?” He asks, biting his lower lip.
Sam shakes his head to clear it because the look in Dean’s eyes makes him ache in his chest.
“I just wanted to let you know, Dean, that was an amazing kick. It was powerful.” His voice is filled with confidence and pride for his brother’s accomplishment. The slight discomfort (after all, they never complement each other) is worth it, seeing the radiant smile form on his brother’s face.
“Thanks, Sammy.” He whispers. Dean’s chin lowers to his chest and his gaze falls to his feet. It’s like his cheeks burn at the attention from another person, even if it’s his younger brother.
They take their seats in the Impala, Dean behind the wheel and Sam in the passenger seat, as they head towards the motel. Sam watches the way Dean shifts the car into gear and leave the field behind them. He watches the muscles flex beneath the wife-beater pulling tight across Dean’s muscular chest.
Sam takes the time to really look at his brother. Over the last few years Sam has noticed Dean grow into himself – becoming a man – the strong, skilled hunter he was pushed into being by their Dad.
Dean passes the High School Sam is currently attending. Sam catches Dean who looks longingly at the school like he wishes he could attend - like he has missed out on an important part of his life. At that moment, he promises himself, and his brother, that they will get away from their father and his obsession and go to college. Have a normal life. Sam only needs to convince Dean it’s time to have a life he truly wants and deserves.
He hates the tension that pulses through his brother’s body at the way their father treats him. Always a soldier that follows orders (like a good reservist and son) without question. Sam wonders how much is Dean or how much is influenced by a teenager who shows affection, praise, and understanding towards him while the same child fights against the wishes of their father.
Sam knows it will be difficult for Dean to ever make that decision, but he has an entire year to work his charm on his brother. Sam wants the best for himself and his brother, even if Dean thinks otherwise. He deserves the same opportunities as everyone else.
~*~*~
Dean pulls into the parking lot and parks next to their Dad’s truck. Getting out of the car, Sam heads towards their motel room, number 16. Turning around, Sam notices that Dean hasn’t left the car. He sits there, staring blankly out of the car window, hands wrapped tight around the steering wheel. Slowly, he walks towards the driver’s side window and lightly taps it to get Dean’s attention. Sam watches the way Dean flinches at the unexpected noise before cautiously looking up at Sam.
“Are you coming, Dean?” His eyebrows furrow with concern.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m coming, Sammy.” Dean’s voice is low and scrapes a hand through his hair.
Dean sinks into the seat before he pulls the keys out of the ignition and opens the door. Before his brother is able to step foot outside, they hear a voice bellowing out to them.
“Sam. Dean. Get inside and clean up. Pack your things. We’re heading out.”
“A new hunt, Dad?” Sam yells back, hunched shoulders with his hands hidden in his pockets at the thought of moving again.
“Yeah, Sam. Some creature messing with people’s dreams.”
“Okay. We’re coming.” Dean says full of energy and ready for the hunt, eager to avoid the mishap of their training earlier.
~*~*~
The Winchester boys sit in the diner a few miles away from the motel, trying to listen to their father explain the case to them. Sam finds it hard to concentrate. It seems overwhelming to be up rooted again, but it’s the story of their lives, whether he likes it or not.
“What’s the creature doing with visions?” Dean asks.
“From what I gather, Dean. It’s somehow messing with people’s delusions. Taking illusions from one person and switching it with another person’s. They then act out these dreams, but they’re not just dreams. They are their worst nightmares.”
“How is that even possible?” Sam asks eyebrows raised and leaned forward.
“I have no idea, son. But we’re going to find out. We’re heading to Salem, Massachusetts.” John’s grinning.
“Salem’s a prime area for the Supernatural, right, Dad?”
“Yeah, that’s right, Sam. We head out in the morning. Sleep well tonight, boys.” John states slyly with a grin.
“Good night, Dad.” Sam returns, with a grin of his own.
“Night, Dad.” Dean replies with his classic eye roll attached.
They all leave the diner and head for the motel room. They are going to need all the sleep they can get if there is some monster messing around with people’s dreams.
Chapter Two
Sam/Dean
Sam/Dean