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[weary_head]

Used to be, it was Sam who had the nightmares

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[unchosen_son]

Sam had woken up in the middle of the night to discover Dean wasn't in his bed. He stumbled awake in nothing but the t-shirt and sweats and grabbed a pair of sandals, sliding them on and sneaking out the front door, trying not to disturb Dad or Mom's grave in the process while he quietly made his way around the Island (with his .45 tucked into the back waist of his pants, just in case).

Eventually, he found Dean and slowly wandered up behind him, not saying a single word, but just watching him carefully. "I didn't know where you'd gone," he eventually spoke, quietly. "Wake me up next time."

[weary_head]

Dean tensed, but melted back into the rocks when he realized it was only Sam. "Why, you want to sit around the campfire? Eat s'mores?" A moment later, he raised his head. "You don't got s'mores, do you?"

[unchosen_son]

Sam managed a tired grin at that, heading to perch on one of the rock, hands shoved into his pockets. "I'll remember for next time," he assured. "S'mores for Dean, check." He waited another long moment, looking him up and down. "Can't sleep?"

[weary_head]

"Not really," Dean admitted, because that much was obvious. Even here at the waterfall, his shirt was stuck to him in three places. He sighed and rolled to face Sam. "Hot as hell out," he said evenly.

[rictor_scale]

Rictor had needed a break from the heat of the jungle jungle and the stupidity of... well, most of the people he knew with the exception of a ten year old girl. Because guys? Were stupid. He couldn't believe that people still wondered why he missed the women from back home.

Just the same, he didn't mind that another guy was there. He just gave him some space after eying him thoughtfully for a second and set about enjoying the water himself.

[weary_head]

A lifetime in the dark had given Dean some ability to sense another's presence, but it was still moment before he noticed he was no longer alone.

"Hey buddy," he called over the crashing water.

[rictor_scale]

"Hey," Julio called back, louder than he normally would have. But at least the waterfall wasn't too intense or loud otherwise he'd never have heard the greeting in the first place. "Sorry about interrupting."

[weary_head]

Dean shrugged against the rocks. It wasn't like the guy had interrupted anything that couldn't stand the interruption. "You live out here, man?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

It had to be said that occasionally - and perhaps more often than occasionally - Dale kept odd hours. He liked his good night's sleep, but that good night's sleep did not necessary have to happen between the hours of dark and morning. When he was staying with Joe in the Hamlet, as opposed to up on the mountain in his own hut, at least there was always something to do and somewhere to go, even if he was the only one awake.

Though it happened quite often that he wasn't. Sometimes it was Logan or Neil, sometimes one of the IPD officers, sometimes Joe himself. This time it was Dean Winchester, lying by the waterfall and contemplating the stars.

"Good evening," he said, "or good morning. Whichever it is for you."

[weary_head]

"Little of both, I guess," said Dean, lifting his head in greeting. "Always took you for a morning person, Dale. Or is that just the coffee?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Well, I'm up mornings when I need to be up mornings," said Dale, making his way closer. "It's less imperative that I arrive at work on time here on the island. I let the needs of the day dictate my schedule. And you?"

[weary_head]

"Same here," Dean answered. Except it was more the needs of the night that dictated his schedule, and that was way too Dark Shadows to say outloud.

"Dunno how anybody is supposed to sleep in this heat."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua was good at reading body language, posture, it was something that, unlike the heightened smell and sight, the island hadn't stripped away. She could tell without having to think about it that Dean was tense. From some unknown emotional burden? Or maybe there was just a sharp rock under his arse.

"Lost your bed?" she asked, sitting down nearby.

[weary_head]

"Yeah," said Dean easily over the sound of the water. "You wanna go find it for me?"

[loaded_wolf]

"Oh, it isn't far. Just to your right," Angua replied. She really did want to help him find it, so she gave him a gentle nudge toward what she suspected was his bed: the pool of cold water, it might do him some good.

She couldn't help it if her skills of deduction were slightly off tonight.

[weary_head]

He did not go gracefully.

Nor did he surface that way. "Dammit!" Dean shouted as soon as his face broke the surface of the water. He was wearing his last clean pair of underwear, too. "The hell is wrong with you!"

[little_moons]

Logan hasn't slept right in months, maybe he never has, but I can't quite blame it all on him anyway. We both wake up in the night now. Afraid we might jostle his cast. Afraid we might remember something in our sleep, in the dark, that's best left buried. I wake up, or maybe Logan was awake first, but he's best left in his bed. Maybe it's unfair, leaving him like that, but I know I'll just lie there and drive him crazy all damn night, so I go out for air, and just like always, that leads me here...

There's a lump just by the water and Max goes to investigate first, sniffing in tighter circle's 'til he decides its safe to... cuddle right the fuck up to it. Nice.

"Great fucking guard dog you are," I mutter, lowering myself to the ground next to the lump in the dark -- Dean, and figuring it's alright after all.

[weary_head]

After one startled moment - Dean's, not the dog's, and one very wet nose - the dog's, not Dean's, Dean relaxed, too, letting the dog curl against the crook of his arm.

"Seems like a real beast, all right," he said, his smile softer in the dark.

[little_moons]

"Tear your arm off, man," I mutter, patting my pockets down for the joint and lighter tucked deep inside, "Looks like you found my favorite spot."

[weary_head]

"Oh yeah?" Dean craned his neck to look around them, but it was too dark to see much of anything. "You live around here?"