Broken (2/?)
Title: Broken (part 2 of ?)
Author: dirrtysneakers (me)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam troubles begin to accumulate as his dream becomes reality.
The rays of sun began to illuminate the road beyond of the somewhat upbeat hotel. In it, a startled and somewhat shocked Sam simply gazed out the window without movement whatsoever, not even a blink. After seeing a slightly dismembered version of himself in a dream which had it's way of becoming a reality, he didn't feel safe at all. He felt as though he had already been killed and no one had found him yet. Now everything was taking a different turn; one he was not expecting. If the matter would have been that he was the killer he would have tried to simply dealt with himself. He'd settle down and analyze himself and his action from the passed few months from everything positive to the negative points. Then he would find in himself what bothered him so much about Dean that had drawn him toward shooting him and if that didn't work simply talk it out with Dean. Sam was certain that by doing all this he would have prevented a terrible incident from happening. But things weren't like that now. He was not the murderer but the victim which was much more serious for it could happen at any moment in a flash. Sam shook his head snapping out of the long daze he had been in. If he was to prevent his death from happening, looking out the window of some beat up hotel was not the answer. He slowly got out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom.
A weak stench of damp dirty water filled the room as he entered it but he ignored it for he had smelled things much worse than that. Grabbing one of the two toothbrushes he had placed on the sink when he settled into the room last night, he tried to keep his mind off his bigger troubles by planning what he was going to do today. Though he couldn't plan ahead without discussing it with Dean it was something to keep him preoccupied. But then he remembered something he had seen last night in his dream...the killer. Sam stopped brushing as the glimpse he had caught repeated itself in his head. "A clown...in a black trench coat" he thought to himself as he held the toothbrush in his mouth. No, no it couldn't be. What would a clown have to do with anything in the first place. He couldn't trust that glimpse for a second. He hardly saw what it was. Sam decided to eliminate the clown killer image and stick to finding a way to prevent the dream altogether. He bent down to rinse his mouth when suddenly he felt someone behind him. "Boo" someone whispered in his ear. Startled, Sam stood up hitting the back of his head with the other person's forehead. "Dean you're a dumb ass" he said rubbing his head gently. Dean let out a light chuckle as he made his way toward the shower. "Miracle you're sharing a bathroom with me. Lately you've been so shy about that" Dean said as he grabbed his clothes off the hook. Sam shrugged. He didn't even notice Dean in the bathroom otherwise he would not have gone in. He wouldn't know how to react in any other way but nervous, shaky and practically drooling...like now. Sam gazed at Dean who was drying himself off in his boxers. He couldn't remove his eyes from Dean no matter how hard he tried, he wish he could see this more often but it would start to be a little too obvious. Still, Sam decided to take advantage of the moment so he could stay and observe his older brother in more ways than one. "S-So, you slept well right?" Sam asked trying to not lose his cool. Dean grabbed his pants and began to put them on. "Like a rock, bed was a bit uncomfortable but you do with what you have. You, however..." Dean said changing his somewhat cheery face to a serious one. Sam immediately spun around and washed his face. He already knew where this was going. Questions and more questions. The ones he could never answer.
"What do you mean, I slept fine" Sam said. He was not going to let Dean know about what had been happening. If Dean found out, it would put a lot of pressure on him and go out of his mind looking for the killer. He would also then become overprotective of him and watch every step he'd take. "Sammy come on, the yelling, tossing and turning. Scared me a couple of times too" Dean said as he pulled down his shirt. But Sam ignored him. He would love to tell Dean his problem but this was something he felt he had to do by himself. He was feeling a bit to guilty because of the whole asylum thing and he just didn't want Dean going through his own stress. "Anything you wanna say. I'm here for you, you know that right" Dean said with a concerned tone. Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat on his bed, putting on his shoes. "Yeah, you are. Just not in the way I want you to be" he thought to himself. He, then looked up at Dean as if he had said it out loud and was waiting for a response. They both began to exchange glances at each other for a couple of seconds. Sam knew that Dean knew that he was hiding something from him; more things that he cared to say. He knew that Dean knew he never told him the whole story to anything and he never told him truly how he felt about anything. But Sam wasn't about to start now. Too much was on his mind. Dean's cheerful tone had already changed to a serious attitude and though Sam hated when he was like that, he'd just have to dealt with it. "I'm gonna go pay the...I'll wait for you outside" Dean said as he left the room without waiting for a response. Sam let out a silent, nervous chuckle as he got up to get his jacket. He didn't get it. Sometimes Dean felt indifferent toward him and then moments like these would happen. Brothers are never this concerned for each other...are they? And if they did they certainly wouldn't be as concerned as Dean was. He didn't even know what the problem was and already he was mad at Sam for not saying. Sam walked out the door trying to make believe nothing happened. As he walked outside, waiting next to Dean's car he took a quick glimpse of himself.
On the exterior, he seemed the same. A calm, cool down to earth guy who was pretty care free. But appearances did deceive. Sam was not cool at all. He was broken inside of him for all the mistakes he unwillingly committed and all the lies he had to tell. As he continued to analyze the situation he was in, Dean came bursting out the front door. "Sam, the clerk..." he yelled anxiously as he ran back in. "What about him" Sam asked. Without receiving a response, Sam ran in. He was not in the mood to face anymore problems than what he had to at the moment. He wanted to leave already, maybe on the long drive he could tame one of his problems which was the one with Dean. Explain to him why he seemed distant or at least cover up a bit. As he walked to the back of the hotel room, he noticed something very familiar. A couple of cracked, dirty glass windows he seemed to recognize from someplace. And that's when it hit him. These were the same ones...from his dream. Could this be where the his murder take place? The hall he was walking through resembled the one he walked through in the dream and suddenly he realized that this was definitely the place. And as he approached Dean, he saw what he wasn't expecting to see, at least not at that precise moment. The same dismembered body from his dream only it wasn't him this time. It was the clerk.
Author: dirrtysneakers (me)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam troubles begin to accumulate as his dream becomes reality.
The rays of sun began to illuminate the road beyond of the somewhat upbeat hotel. In it, a startled and somewhat shocked Sam simply gazed out the window without movement whatsoever, not even a blink. After seeing a slightly dismembered version of himself in a dream which had it's way of becoming a reality, he didn't feel safe at all. He felt as though he had already been killed and no one had found him yet. Now everything was taking a different turn; one he was not expecting. If the matter would have been that he was the killer he would have tried to simply dealt with himself. He'd settle down and analyze himself and his action from the passed few months from everything positive to the negative points. Then he would find in himself what bothered him so much about Dean that had drawn him toward shooting him and if that didn't work simply talk it out with Dean. Sam was certain that by doing all this he would have prevented a terrible incident from happening. But things weren't like that now. He was not the murderer but the victim which was much more serious for it could happen at any moment in a flash. Sam shook his head snapping out of the long daze he had been in. If he was to prevent his death from happening, looking out the window of some beat up hotel was not the answer. He slowly got out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom.
A weak stench of damp dirty water filled the room as he entered it but he ignored it for he had smelled things much worse than that. Grabbing one of the two toothbrushes he had placed on the sink when he settled into the room last night, he tried to keep his mind off his bigger troubles by planning what he was going to do today. Though he couldn't plan ahead without discussing it with Dean it was something to keep him preoccupied. But then he remembered something he had seen last night in his dream...the killer. Sam stopped brushing as the glimpse he had caught repeated itself in his head. "A clown...in a black trench coat" he thought to himself as he held the toothbrush in his mouth. No, no it couldn't be. What would a clown have to do with anything in the first place. He couldn't trust that glimpse for a second. He hardly saw what it was. Sam decided to eliminate the clown killer image and stick to finding a way to prevent the dream altogether. He bent down to rinse his mouth when suddenly he felt someone behind him. "Boo" someone whispered in his ear. Startled, Sam stood up hitting the back of his head with the other person's forehead. "Dean you're a dumb ass" he said rubbing his head gently. Dean let out a light chuckle as he made his way toward the shower. "Miracle you're sharing a bathroom with me. Lately you've been so shy about that" Dean said as he grabbed his clothes off the hook. Sam shrugged. He didn't even notice Dean in the bathroom otherwise he would not have gone in. He wouldn't know how to react in any other way but nervous, shaky and practically drooling...like now. Sam gazed at Dean who was drying himself off in his boxers. He couldn't remove his eyes from Dean no matter how hard he tried, he wish he could see this more often but it would start to be a little too obvious. Still, Sam decided to take advantage of the moment so he could stay and observe his older brother in more ways than one. "S-So, you slept well right?" Sam asked trying to not lose his cool. Dean grabbed his pants and began to put them on. "Like a rock, bed was a bit uncomfortable but you do with what you have. You, however..." Dean said changing his somewhat cheery face to a serious one. Sam immediately spun around and washed his face. He already knew where this was going. Questions and more questions. The ones he could never answer.
"What do you mean, I slept fine" Sam said. He was not going to let Dean know about what had been happening. If Dean found out, it would put a lot of pressure on him and go out of his mind looking for the killer. He would also then become overprotective of him and watch every step he'd take. "Sammy come on, the yelling, tossing and turning. Scared me a couple of times too" Dean said as he pulled down his shirt. But Sam ignored him. He would love to tell Dean his problem but this was something he felt he had to do by himself. He was feeling a bit to guilty because of the whole asylum thing and he just didn't want Dean going through his own stress. "Anything you wanna say. I'm here for you, you know that right" Dean said with a concerned tone. Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat on his bed, putting on his shoes. "Yeah, you are. Just not in the way I want you to be" he thought to himself. He, then looked up at Dean as if he had said it out loud and was waiting for a response. They both began to exchange glances at each other for a couple of seconds. Sam knew that Dean knew that he was hiding something from him; more things that he cared to say. He knew that Dean knew he never told him the whole story to anything and he never told him truly how he felt about anything. But Sam wasn't about to start now. Too much was on his mind. Dean's cheerful tone had already changed to a serious attitude and though Sam hated when he was like that, he'd just have to dealt with it. "I'm gonna go pay the...I'll wait for you outside" Dean said as he left the room without waiting for a response. Sam let out a silent, nervous chuckle as he got up to get his jacket. He didn't get it. Sometimes Dean felt indifferent toward him and then moments like these would happen. Brothers are never this concerned for each other...are they? And if they did they certainly wouldn't be as concerned as Dean was. He didn't even know what the problem was and already he was mad at Sam for not saying. Sam walked out the door trying to make believe nothing happened. As he walked outside, waiting next to Dean's car he took a quick glimpse of himself.
On the exterior, he seemed the same. A calm, cool down to earth guy who was pretty care free. But appearances did deceive. Sam was not cool at all. He was broken inside of him for all the mistakes he unwillingly committed and all the lies he had to tell. As he continued to analyze the situation he was in, Dean came bursting out the front door. "Sam, the clerk..." he yelled anxiously as he ran back in. "What about him" Sam asked. Without receiving a response, Sam ran in. He was not in the mood to face anymore problems than what he had to at the moment. He wanted to leave already, maybe on the long drive he could tame one of his problems which was the one with Dean. Explain to him why he seemed distant or at least cover up a bit. As he walked to the back of the hotel room, he noticed something very familiar. A couple of cracked, dirty glass windows he seemed to recognize from someplace. And that's when it hit him. These were the same ones...from his dream. Could this be where the his murder take place? The hall he was walking through resembled the one he walked through in the dream and suddenly he realized that this was definitely the place. And as he approached Dean, he saw what he wasn't expecting to see, at least not at that precise moment. The same dismembered body from his dream only it wasn't him this time. It was the clerk.