Move on (Destiel)

11. Sleepless nights and empty beds.

---------------------- Dean's POV -----------------

The movie marathon was scheduled on 5 days, I was totally nervous because it will be a sleepover kind of marathon and that would mean being next to Cas for a lot of hours and I already knew I won't sleep that night.

"Dean, I'm going to see Dad, I'll be gone two days maybe." He said, I nodded. "Please borrow me baby?" He mumbled expectantly.

"What?" I spatted. "Of course I won't give you baby! Baby is mine! You've got your truck." I said really offended by the question.

He took his bags, his head hanging low as he frowned.

"See you in two days. Please stay out of trouble." He uttered.

"Okay bitch." I said with a smirk plastered in my face.

"Jerk." He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

As he closed the door everything came back, Sammy was like my safe place, when he was around all the bad thoughts keep away from me but when he is asleep or gone I have nothing.

"This is great." I mumbled sarcastically.

Take your brother out and don't look back.

I could hear my father's voice in my head, I could feel the heat and since that day I've always been afraid of loose the only person I've got... Sammy.

"If I'm going to stay alone I need more boose." I said and walked to the old liquor store. I bought 2 bottles of vodka, a whiskey and two beer six packs.

When I got back into the motel I took out a bottle of vodka and drank out of the bottle, the sensation it gave me was relaxing me because I knew what's coming next and that was unconsciousness.

"Dean, you are so worthless and stupid, you do everything wrong and maybe if you haven't been born your mom would be fine." Adam whispered in my ear, he was next to my dad and they were laughing at me, I started crying and they laughed harder.

"Dean if it wasn't because of you I would have had a mother and a normal life." Sammy said angrily.

I looked at him, he had this massive bitch face and his eyes were full of hate.

My eyes were full of rejected tears, I knew this wasn't real but it still hurts, I let them out and cried until I fell asleep.

I was in a old white house, the porch and windows where mint, outside there were a swinging set and a slide. it was midnight and even like that I recognized my old house, I was scared because I knew what night it was, this day changed everything.

I walked towards my house and entered, I could hear Sammy crying upstairs, my mom walking to his room, I ran upstairs and I saw a figure standing beside my mom holding her by the neck and stabbing her in her belly, her eyes were wide and her mouth was wide open, when I looked at the figure it turned into a man, he was tall with brown blondish hair and green eyes, even the same freckles, it was me, I looked around and saw that he had two bottles full of gasoline and a lighter, he turned it on and went out the window as my dad came into the room running, his eyes scanned the room and laid on my mom, then Sammy, he took him in his arms and went for me.

"Dean take your brother out and don't look back." He said to a half awake kid, he had sandy hair, the same green eyes as me and looked like 4 years old. My dad laid Sammy in the boys arms and pushed him out as he rubbed back to my mom.

I followed the kid out, he ran away from the house and looked back, then the house exploded, he was terrified, he was shaking hugging baby Sammy to his chest, a tear left his eye as he looked around for his dad.

He turned around as a figure scrambled out of the fire, he was coughing as the little me turned around and ran to him, he trowed himself to the old guy and hugged him still holding Sammy in his little arms.

That day turned his dad against Dean, he would call him names, hit him and made him do everything his mom would do.

I woke up panting and sobbing, this was the worst nightmare, I used to dream this every night until I started getting drunk and just laying unconscious in his bed having a dreamless sleep.

"No, no, no." I said between sobs. The first thing I did was reach for my phone and call someone.

"Hello?" Said a low raspy voice.

"Hi." I said calmer now.

"Dean? Is that you? What is wrong?" The guy said, his voice full with concern.

"I really need someone, would you come please?" I said pleadingly, the guy sighed.

"It's 3am Dean..." He mumbled but I could hear noises in the other side.

"Please, I need you." I sobbed again.

"Okay, be there in 5." He said defeated.

"Thanks..." I breathed, he hanged up as I sat there waiting for him.

Only 3 minutes had passed when I heard a knock on my motel door, I walked slowly to the door but the guy insisted.

"Come on Dean." He uttered worried.

"I'm coming." I replied, getting to the door i sniffed and took a deep breath.

I opened the door and there he was, his black hair messy from sleeping, his blue eyes half opened and his lips on a thin line.

"What's wrong Dean?" He said softly, like he was talking to a kid.

"I had a nightmare." I said with my head hanging low, I blushed realizing how childish that was.

He just put his hand in my hair and caressed me. "We all go through bad times." His hand moved to my cheek and he made me look up to his eyes. "Let's go." He said taking my hand and dragging me into the room.

************* Author's note **********

I was busy but here it is, I needed to go in deeper with Dean and all that. I hope you liked it because Cas will. hehehe
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