Christmas Miracle (Wincest/Weecest)“C’mon, wake up, Sammy!” Dean’s voice reverberated in Sam’s little ear as he nudged him lightly. Sam had barely slept; too excited about the presents he would get from Santa, as well as his family. At first, it didn’t register that it was Christmas. It felt like every other day: sun peeking through the musty, effete rags hanging over the windows; Dean waking him up for breakfast; lying in a bed he couldn’t call his own, whose springs poked his back throughout the night. He almost told Dean to go away. But then it hit him.
His eyes shot open and his body jolted awake, pushing off the blankets even though the cold, crisp wind nipped at his skin.
“It’s Christmas!” Sam exclaimed, jumping up and down on the bed gleefully. Dean laughed and shook his head at him like he’d do when Sam’s innocence showed. Whenever he did that, though, he always saw something flash across Dean’s eyes. It’s so quick that when Sam
I'll Protect YouDean opened his eyes only to be greeted by darkness. It surrounded him. Consumed him.
He had to get out. Had to find a light. An overwhelming sense of dread and panic washed over him. He felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't see, couldn't think straight. His breathing was quick and shallow, heart racing. His head whipped form side to side as he turned in circles, fingers twitching restlessly.
Where am I? Sammy? Where's Sammy? Dad? How'd I get here? Sammy? Help.
Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Got to...
Sam watched with wide eyes as his older brother thrashed around on the bed. Dean had been whimpering and flailing around for the last five minutes. It was weird seeing him like this. Dean was always so calm and collected, he never had nightmares. Now here he was, tangled up in his blankets and clawing at his pillow. Sam bit his lip and tried to think of what Dean does for him when he has nightmares. Of course! Dean would lay in bed with him until he ei