Okay here we go with my ficlet/bitlet of writing for March.
So first things first I guess- This is unbetaed! If someone wants to beta this *cool beans* if ya'll just wanna let me know if there are any fuck-ups that's cool too.
Title: Scared
Rating: G or PG (I never was good at rating fic)
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Sam has a nightmare, but it isn't a vision.
Wordcount: 227
Disclaimer: I own nothing but shiney new Supernatural magazine (issue 3). Kripke and Co. own all.
Author's Note: This was written for spikess's community winchesters132 the first prompt to spark a mini-plotbunny was "Scared". I haven't posted this to winchesters132 yet but I'll probably do that tomorrow.
Scared
Sam shot upright from a dead sleep; of course in that dead sleep he’d been having a horrible nightmare. A horrible nightmare of the not-vision variety, in which Dean was in the hospital after the accident with the semi and instead of being unconscious but stable the Dean in his dreams was awake and in such pain nothing could help him. No medicines or procedures could help him. No Dad to help and surprisingly no YED to change things for the deal, for the colt. Only Dean dying and hurting so bad with Sam unable to stop the hurt, to fix anything.
Sam glanced over to the bed by the door where Dean was out cold, lying on his side with a nice drool puddle on his pillow. Perfectly okay, breathing normal, and totally fine.
As Sam watched Dean grunted in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Sam sighed knowing that if the he looked at the clock and if it said anything after 3 am he wasn’t getting back to sleep and if it did say earlier than that it would be even harder.
3:45 am in red digital numbers. Sam heaved another sigh, laid back for another minute before getting up. Sam figured a nice long hot shower would be a good way to start what was bound to be a long long day.
*sits around wringing my fingers. My fic sucks.... Putters into the other room to finish my CSI:NY dvds before they go back to the library tomorrow.*
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Title: Scared
Rating: G or PG (I never was good at rating fic)
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Sam has a nightmare, but it isn't a vision.
Wordcount: 227
Disclaimer: I own nothing but shiney new Supernatural magazine (issue 3). Kripke and Co. own all.
Author's Note: This was written for spikess's community winchesters132 the first prompt to spark a mini-plotbunny was "Scared". I haven't posted this to winchesters132 yet but I'll probably do that tomorrow.
Scared
Sam shot upright from a dead sleep; of course in that dead sleep he’d been having a horrible nightmare. A horrible nightmare of the not-vision variety, in which Dean was in the hospital after the accident with the semi and instead of being unconscious but stable the Dean in his dreams was awake and in such pain nothing could help him. No medicines or procedures could help him. No Dad to help and surprisingly no YED to change things for the deal, for the colt. Only Dean dying and hurting so bad with Sam unable to stop the hurt, to fix anything.
Sam glanced over to the bed by the door where Dean was out cold, lying on his side with a nice drool puddle on his pillow. Perfectly okay, breathing normal, and totally fine.
As Sam watched Dean grunted in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Sam sighed knowing that if the he looked at the clock and if it said anything after 3 am he wasn’t getting back to sleep and if it did say earlier than that it would be even harder.
3:45 am in red digital numbers. Sam heaved another sigh, laid back for another minute before getting up. Sam figured a nice long hot shower would be a good way to start what was bound to be a long long day.
*sits around wringing my fingers. My fic sucks.... Putters into the other room to finish my CSI:NY dvds before they go back to the library tomorrow.*
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