Help Me, Help You.

Man Your Battle Stations!

I didn't dream very much. Just little thoughts of things that could go wrong. Maybe someone would come and try to hurt me, and Dean being the brave soul he is tried to stop them, but he gets hurt. I tried to stop thinking about it. I don't think I could live with myself if I grew old knowing Dean died for me. I knew I couldn't live.

I woke up after an hour or two. I slowly lifted my head from Dean. I groggily crawled over to the other side of the couch and sat cross-legged, to where i was facing him. He seemed comfortable. Like he was at home. Like he had accomplished something.

Dean's legs were sticking straight out, laying on the table next to the empty bowl of caramel. His arms were on the edges of the couch, like how every football-watching-manly-man was supposed to sit. He had a smug look on his face, like he had won a prize of some sort , something I shouldn't know about. I tilted my head to one side, like I normally do if I'm trying study something/someone or I can't understand something/Someone. Today it was both.

With his little evenly-spread snores making me grow anxious, I came up with a great idea. I pulled out all the oddly-folded blankets I could. I stacked them like bricks in the doorway leading into the kitchen, and in the foyer. I tiptoed to my bedroom and pulled out all the pillows. I separated them equally between the two spaces I made with the blanket-walls. Then, I dug deep into the little desk I have and pulled out all the paper. I put a stack in the kitchen and a stack in the foyer. I sat in front of the linen closet and waited.

I grew impatient just sitting on the stained tile. I took my paper stack and cut it in half. Most of the sheets were already made into little balls, ready to be propelled at Dean. I pretended to put two thin strips of black paint on each side of my face. Even though they were just paper wads, I felt like I was ready to blow a cannon at the enemy's base. I remembered I still had my tie on, so I took it off and wrapped it sideways around my skull to complete the effect. "I am an army man!" I whispered, a little too loudly perhaps.