Dreams and Nightmares - Chapter Eight
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yonkyuChapter Eight
Sam’s POV
Sam goes to bed after taking a well-needed shower. He went over the information Dean gave them, and quite impressed with his brother’s skills.
Learning that his dream was brought on by Epiales, the spirit of nightmares, Sam is nervous about going to sleep, even though Dean is right there next to him, with his silver blade hidden beneath his pillow.
Despite his nervousness, he thinks back to the movie theater holding hands with Dean and it doesn’t take long once he lays back and gets comfortable in bed. Hands behind his head and Dean there means that there is safety flying in the air around him. Slowly his eyes drift closed and he falls soundly sleep.
Sam can see Dean kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. His hand grabs at Dean’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. He can feel Dean, shudder in his grasp and fear is shining clear in his green eyes. The eyes to his soul, the eyes that express his emotions, the eyes that can never lie or hide how Dean is truly feeling; his eyes talk and tell a story Sam can understand.
Sam holds him in place and looks around. He stops when his eyes connect with the mirror hanging above the desk in the hotel room. Through the mirror, he sees the whole room and knows that they’ve never stopped here when looking for a place to stay when hunting.
As Dean takes a step back he catches a glimpse of the scruff on his father’s face, and anger races through his body and overwhelms him. The fact that he essentially is his father angers him more than he can take. Sam would have rather switched dreams, or in this case nightmares, with his brother.
Watching porn or watching his brother in action is better than hurting Dean. It makes his stomach turn as the bile boils in his gut. The thought of his Dad hurting his son in this manner is too much, and the bile makes a sudden appearance and lands forcefully on the floor.
In that moment, Sam catches sight of a dark, winged person in the window behind him. Epiales stares amusedly at Sam, who is caught staring at bright, red eyes locking onto hazel ones. Sam gasps at the sight, knowing full well this is their creature, the spirit of nightmares.
“Epiales? What do you want?” Sam asks confidently, even though he can feel the tremors rack his father’s body.
“Hello there, Sam.” Epiales said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“How do you know who I am?” Sam questions the creature.
“Well, you are a Winchester. And I’ve met your father. And I’ve met Dean. That only left you… How lucky I was that you and your father were such easy targets. I didn’t even have to trick him when he touched my skin.” He says with glee.
“Is this a joke to you? A game? Do you think it is fun messing with people’s minds? Sam can’t keep the disgust from his voice.
“Of course it’s fun. You mean you don’t think so, Sam? Isn’t that what dreams are for? To have the fun, you can’t have in reality. Or do you actually think your dreams will ever be fulfilled?” Epiales states.
“It’s not fun at all. I – I do hope to have my dreams fulfilled. I don’t want to hurt him. What I want is nothing like what you are doing. All you do is bring death and have fun with innocent people.” Sam spits out.
“All in due time, Sam, all in due time. Still, I don’t blame you for being interested in your brother. He is something special, isn’t he? And I must say, Dean is the only one who has seen myself and brother in human form.” Epiales tells him with pleasure which turns to slight panic as the air in the room shifts.
Sam turns towards the door of their room and standing there is Morpheus. Bright blue light shines in his eyes, as Morpheus speaks with his brother.
“Stop this now, Epiales! Stop this feud we have going on. It’s stupid and over something neither one of us can control. You might be the spirit of nightmares, but you’ve never hurt people like this before. The nightmares you give to people are to help them overcome their struggles not cause death.” I can’t believe you would do it to get back at me. I never betrayed your trust. You’re my brother, Epiales. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you, and now I want to have my brother back.” Morpheus reasons with his brother.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth, brother? We used to work together. Helping those in need and supporting those to go after their desires and wants in life. My nightmares showed them the obstacles they would face at achieving their hearts desires while your dreams showed them their hearts desires.”
Silence fills the room until Epiales speaks once more. “We were a team… a great team. But how can I know I can trust you again?” Even Sam can hear the hope in his voice. Epiales wants this.
“By starting now. By working with me. Help me put their dreams back in order, brother. Let Sam and Dean discover what they know in their hearts.” Morpheus turns a secret smile on Sam. “Even though Sam is the only one to have knowledge of his hearts desires, his brother is not too far off admitting what he truly desires in life.”
Epiales takes a moment to think before he simply nods his head in agreement.
“Okay, little brother. It’s a deal. I miss you. And our banter. Let’s give the Winchester’s their dreams they desire and hope for. I accept your trust.” He says confidently.
The next thing Sam knows is Dean is at his side, hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake.
“Sam, Sammy. Wake up. It’s only a dream.” He can hear Dean saying.
Sam’s eyes flutter open. He takes a look around him and he smiles at Dean. “I’m okay, Dean. I saw the creature. I spoke with him. He said you know who he is.”
Dean stills and freezes at his words. He gazes at his brother as the wheels turn and then a light bulb shines bright inside his brother’s mind.
Dean nods and takes a breath in and releases it out. “It’s the Captain – Captain Johnson. I caught a glance of red in his eyes when I was interviewing him. At the time, I thought it was nothing or just my imagination.
~*~*~
The Winchesters meet up at the café and set up a plan on confronting the Captain about the victims.
“I can head back to the precinct and follow a fake lead? Dean suggests. Sam thinks only he hears the slight quaver in Dean’s voice.
“Is that safe, Dean? Are you sure? It might be out of your league?” John teases with a grin.
“It’s safe, Dad. I’ll use the fake lead to take him into the woods. You and Sammy will be waiting for us.” Dean says, full of conviction. He trusts his family can help to stop the spirit.
“Tell him you…you were hiking in the woods and heard screaming.” Sam suggests, pausing when their eyes lock on each other. Sam could tell Dean was contemplating whether or not this plan would work. But he also knew that Dean would do the job. Though the way Dean gazed upon Sam… there was something different about it. Something different about Dean. Despite his feat, he was intense and powerful. Sam felt his blood pulse at the hope for Dean to go after his dreams.
“I can do it.” To Sam it felt like Dean is talking about more than the trap. “I’ll even add some charm to it.” Dean says as a blush tints his cheeks. It’s a very good look for Dean, Sam must admit.
“Okay, Dean, sounds like a plan. Once the creature sees the fake body we have for him, he’ll change form, then Dad and I will close in and shoot flare guns at him.”
Sam states confidently, although his mind plays scenarios of what could go wrong. Of what could happen to Dean during this hunt.
“Sounds good, boys. Let’s get down to business and let Dean do his thing.” John says as he gets up and pays the bill. They all head towards the exit, without noticing the handsome blue eyed man watching them from a booth across the café. There is a glint of excitement in his eyes and hope that these gentleman will take care of his brother’s stupid mistake.
The look on the young man who offered to charm himself for his older brother would be a sight to see. Though he played his role with confidence, Morpheus can tell this man is nervous and anxious, afraid to make a mistake in front of his family. Though the look he sent his brother was strong and powerful. A look of hope, determination, and love. Love of purity that radiated in body to the beat of his heart. He would do anything for the young man whether he liked it or not. Their love is strong and would never die.
If successful in their job, Morpheus has a plan to help the young men towards each other with the help of a dream.
Chapter Nine
Sam’s POV
Sam goes to bed after taking a well-needed shower. He went over the information Dean gave them, and quite impressed with his brother’s skills.
Learning that his dream was brought on by Epiales, the spirit of nightmares, Sam is nervous about going to sleep, even though Dean is right there next to him, with his silver blade hidden beneath his pillow.
Despite his nervousness, he thinks back to the movie theater holding hands with Dean and it doesn’t take long once he lays back and gets comfortable in bed. Hands behind his head and Dean there means that there is safety flying in the air around him. Slowly his eyes drift closed and he falls soundly sleep.
Sam can see Dean kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. His hand grabs at Dean’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. He can feel Dean, shudder in his grasp and fear is shining clear in his green eyes. The eyes to his soul, the eyes that express his emotions, the eyes that can never lie or hide how Dean is truly feeling; his eyes talk and tell a story Sam can understand.
Sam holds him in place and looks around. He stops when his eyes connect with the mirror hanging above the desk in the hotel room. Through the mirror, he sees the whole room and knows that they’ve never stopped here when looking for a place to stay when hunting.
As Dean takes a step back he catches a glimpse of the scruff on his father’s face, and anger races through his body and overwhelms him. The fact that he essentially is his father angers him more than he can take. Sam would have rather switched dreams, or in this case nightmares, with his brother.
Watching porn or watching his brother in action is better than hurting Dean. It makes his stomach turn as the bile boils in his gut. The thought of his Dad hurting his son in this manner is too much, and the bile makes a sudden appearance and lands forcefully on the floor.
In that moment, Sam catches sight of a dark, winged person in the window behind him. Epiales stares amusedly at Sam, who is caught staring at bright, red eyes locking onto hazel ones. Sam gasps at the sight, knowing full well this is their creature, the spirit of nightmares.
“Epiales? What do you want?” Sam asks confidently, even though he can feel the tremors rack his father’s body.
“Hello there, Sam.” Epiales said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“How do you know who I am?” Sam questions the creature.
“Well, you are a Winchester. And I’ve met your father. And I’ve met Dean. That only left you… How lucky I was that you and your father were such easy targets. I didn’t even have to trick him when he touched my skin.” He says with glee.
“Is this a joke to you? A game? Do you think it is fun messing with people’s minds? Sam can’t keep the disgust from his voice.
“Of course it’s fun. You mean you don’t think so, Sam? Isn’t that what dreams are for? To have the fun, you can’t have in reality. Or do you actually think your dreams will ever be fulfilled?” Epiales states.
“It’s not fun at all. I – I do hope to have my dreams fulfilled. I don’t want to hurt him. What I want is nothing like what you are doing. All you do is bring death and have fun with innocent people.” Sam spits out.
“All in due time, Sam, all in due time. Still, I don’t blame you for being interested in your brother. He is something special, isn’t he? And I must say, Dean is the only one who has seen myself and brother in human form.” Epiales tells him with pleasure which turns to slight panic as the air in the room shifts.
Sam turns towards the door of their room and standing there is Morpheus. Bright blue light shines in his eyes, as Morpheus speaks with his brother.
“Stop this now, Epiales! Stop this feud we have going on. It’s stupid and over something neither one of us can control. You might be the spirit of nightmares, but you’ve never hurt people like this before. The nightmares you give to people are to help them overcome their struggles not cause death.” I can’t believe you would do it to get back at me. I never betrayed your trust. You’re my brother, Epiales. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you, and now I want to have my brother back.” Morpheus reasons with his brother.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth, brother? We used to work together. Helping those in need and supporting those to go after their desires and wants in life. My nightmares showed them the obstacles they would face at achieving their hearts desires while your dreams showed them their hearts desires.”
Silence fills the room until Epiales speaks once more. “We were a team… a great team. But how can I know I can trust you again?” Even Sam can hear the hope in his voice. Epiales wants this.
“By starting now. By working with me. Help me put their dreams back in order, brother. Let Sam and Dean discover what they know in their hearts.” Morpheus turns a secret smile on Sam. “Even though Sam is the only one to have knowledge of his hearts desires, his brother is not too far off admitting what he truly desires in life.”
Epiales takes a moment to think before he simply nods his head in agreement.
“Okay, little brother. It’s a deal. I miss you. And our banter. Let’s give the Winchester’s their dreams they desire and hope for. I accept your trust.” He says confidently.
The next thing Sam knows is Dean is at his side, hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake.
“Sam, Sammy. Wake up. It’s only a dream.” He can hear Dean saying.
Sam’s eyes flutter open. He takes a look around him and he smiles at Dean. “I’m okay, Dean. I saw the creature. I spoke with him. He said you know who he is.”
Dean stills and freezes at his words. He gazes at his brother as the wheels turn and then a light bulb shines bright inside his brother’s mind.
Dean nods and takes a breath in and releases it out. “It’s the Captain – Captain Johnson. I caught a glance of red in his eyes when I was interviewing him. At the time, I thought it was nothing or just my imagination.
~*~*~
The Winchesters meet up at the café and set up a plan on confronting the Captain about the victims.
“I can head back to the precinct and follow a fake lead? Dean suggests. Sam thinks only he hears the slight quaver in Dean’s voice.
“Is that safe, Dean? Are you sure? It might be out of your league?” John teases with a grin.
“It’s safe, Dad. I’ll use the fake lead to take him into the woods. You and Sammy will be waiting for us.” Dean says, full of conviction. He trusts his family can help to stop the spirit.
“Tell him you…you were hiking in the woods and heard screaming.” Sam suggests, pausing when their eyes lock on each other. Sam could tell Dean was contemplating whether or not this plan would work. But he also knew that Dean would do the job. Though the way Dean gazed upon Sam… there was something different about it. Something different about Dean. Despite his feat, he was intense and powerful. Sam felt his blood pulse at the hope for Dean to go after his dreams.
“I can do it.” To Sam it felt like Dean is talking about more than the trap. “I’ll even add some charm to it.” Dean says as a blush tints his cheeks. It’s a very good look for Dean, Sam must admit.
“Okay, Dean, sounds like a plan. Once the creature sees the fake body we have for him, he’ll change form, then Dad and I will close in and shoot flare guns at him.”
Sam states confidently, although his mind plays scenarios of what could go wrong. Of what could happen to Dean during this hunt.
“Sounds good, boys. Let’s get down to business and let Dean do his thing.” John says as he gets up and pays the bill. They all head towards the exit, without noticing the handsome blue eyed man watching them from a booth across the café. There is a glint of excitement in his eyes and hope that these gentleman will take care of his brother’s stupid mistake.
The look on the young man who offered to charm himself for his older brother would be a sight to see. Though he played his role with confidence, Morpheus can tell this man is nervous and anxious, afraid to make a mistake in front of his family. Though the look he sent his brother was strong and powerful. A look of hope, determination, and love. Love of purity that radiated in body to the beat of his heart. He would do anything for the young man whether he liked it or not. Their love is strong and would never die.
If successful in their job, Morpheus has a plan to help the young men towards each other with the help of a dream.
Chapter Nine