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“Hey Dean”
“Hmm”
” Truth or dare”
” What?”
” Truth or dare”
” This better not be weird Sam, dare i guess”
” I dare you to go to sleep”
” Changed my mind, truth”
” When's the last time you slept”
” Last night”
” Slept for more than 30 minutes a night”
” I don't like this game, what's up with you anyways”
” You look like death reheated, frozen and then partially reheated again only to be forgotten in the microwave”
Dean slowly turned and gave him a stare that fully conveyed his bewilderment about what his brother had just let spill, unchecked out of his mouth, Sam got that look from him a lot.
”.... Well, that was way to detailed and not at all a weird ass description”
” It's true, you look like shit, and don't think that I don't see you sway when you stand up”
” That's because I got new boots and I haven't broken them in yet, getting new boots suck because you haven't worn them down on whatever side of your foot that you walk on, and I'm pretty sure it's worse when you're bowlegged”
” Uh huh sure Dean, you're only lying to yourself man”
” What it's true I did get new boots, I walked the soles off of my old ones”
” Whatever man”
Sam opened his computer and started typing, signaling the end of the conversation. Dean sighed he knew he had not been sleeping, but every time he closed his eyes he had nightmares, he kept seeing hell, purgatory, his mom burning on the ceiling, faces and the claws of monsters trying to kill him, just everything, like a dam had just broken and every dark, terrible thing that had happened to him, or that he had thought came pouring to the front of his mind. So, the simple solution was just to not sleep, he passed out every now and then, then he woke up screaming so he would just rather stay awake. If it got to the point where he knew he needed to sleep then he'd down a bottle of whatever he had on hand, okay maybe not a bottle but enough to black out. Sam shut his computer with a sharp click and stood up, pulling Dean out of his thoughts.
” I'm going to go get some food”
” Bring me some pie”
Sam ignored him as he shrugged his jacket on grabbing the motel key and opened the door.
” Sam bring me bACK SOME PIE”
He yelled over the door slamming in the middle of his request. Grabbing his dad journal and flopping down on the bed he started reading, examining all the entries and seeing if there is anything that he and Sam might have missed, they were not currently on a case, but every bit of information might help him if he needed to know it if he didn't have the journal. He had gotten invested reading about one of dad's theories about how a woman in white might be normally created if her spouse cheated and her children died, but he was thinking that there was a possibility that if SHE was the one who cheated then there was still a probability of becoming a woman in white. If her children still drowned that was. That's when Sam got back, tossing a bag at Dean's head, catching it he opened the bag and smiled at his brother.
” Pie, it's blueberry which I will never understand, but it could be worse. Thanks”
Sam grunted at him, opening his computer back up. Dean knew that his sleeping habits had upset his brother, but he didnt think Sam understood, he didn't want to be exhausted all the time, to be so tired he was shaking, but he had no control over if he could sleep or not.
” This is a really good burger”
He mumbled around a full mouth, shoving another fry in alongside what he was already chewing on. Moving on to the pie he tucked in, not really enjoying the difference between blueberry and his normal apple or cherry, but it could be worse, if Sam was in a really bitchy ass mood, he had been known to bring back coconut creme or KeyLime, using Deans love of pie as some sort of bloodless torture method. Getting up to throw his food in the trash he noticed he was swaying more than normal, he sat back down on his bed hard.
” Sam wh-what did you do” he slurred, swallowing thickly.
” Sorry man but you need to sleep”
Dean knew the look that he gave him looked like it belonged to a scared little kid.
” You roof-roofied me?”
He heard Sam say sorry again in the distance, but the drugs had already entered his system, making the world tunnel into darkness and his ears feel like someone shoved cotton in them.
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Clawed hands grabbed his shoulders, shoving him against a wall and dragging him across it, the clawed fingers piercing through his jackets and into his skin, he knew that was going to scar. He tried to reach the knife he knew that he had strapped to his thigh but whatever he was fighting knew what he was reaching for and grabbed his wrist, slamming it above his head as it slammed a knee into his stomach, letting his body double over the creature drove that same knee into his face, it was rewarded as a sharp crack echoed around the room and his nose started pouring blood. It threw him on the ground, and he used the momentum to roll over, trying to get a look at it without leaving his belly exposed for too long.
It was his father, sure this version of John had claws, but it was still him. Dean started crawling away, but a weight dropped on his back, forcing the air out of him. He felt a hand in his hair and then his head was yanked back, exposing his throat as the thing licked a hot, wet line from his collarbone to ear. It wasn't a warped version of his father now but a smoking hot brunette with glowing blue eyes. The weight lifted and he was thrown onto his back, a snarling hellhound drooling over his face as something tore at his shirt right above his heart, gabbing his knife that he could reach now he thrust it upwards into the things heart and he woke up, covered in sweat and breathing like he just ran a mile. He was sitting upright in the bed, his throat tore open from yelling, and Sam was sitting at the table staring at him, his face was pale, and his mouth was open, like was in the middle of apologizing.
“Save it and shove it up your ass, I'm spending the rest of the night in the car.”
He didn't sleep, just sat there and stared at the door, making sure nothing got Sam. It was 4 months before he asked his brother to get him food again.