Heat Of The Moment

The Heat Of The Moment

  Sam just slept on Dean for about an hour or so. Dean just sat there with Sam in his arms, caressing his hair and saying comforting words to his brother. An hour and thirty minutes later, Sammy woke up from a nightmare.

  He dreamed that Dean was dying by his hand. He kills Dean. By accident, of course. He wakes up and can almost hear the taunting song. "It was the Heat of the Moment. It was the Heat of the Moment. The Heat of the Moment shown in your eyessssss." Sam just cried silently not do disturbe Dean.

  But of course, Dean never fell asleep. He was watching Sam sleep, keeping a vigil over his brother. Dean n pulled his brother closer to his body and said soothing  words.

  "Shhhhhh Sammy. It's ok. Go back to sleep. It will be ok when you wake up, I promise."

  Dean didn't know what he promised. He may not be able to keep that promise. He just knew he had to console Sam as long as possible before he broke again. And Dean knew he would break. It was just a matter of time.

  But Sam found the words reassuring coming from  his brothers mouth and fell asleep again. Dean just held Sammy. Nothing else, just held him. That seemed to comfort his younger brother the most.

  But before Dean could clear his throat and rest, a sharp pain erupted in his chest, making it hard to breath. He pulled on anything to help him get up, including Sam. Sam jerked  awake.

  Sam saw his brother struggling and he shot up. He crawled over to Dean and laid Dean's head on his lap.

  Sam held his brothers face in his hand. Dean's face was turning a dark shade of purple. Before Sam could even react, Dean's last breath left his body, leaving Sam alone.

  Sam just closed his eyes. He knew this would happen. It always did. He just sat there and waited for the so g he knew would come.

  "It was the Heat of the Moment."

  "Rise and shine, Sammy!"