Troubles And Teachers (Wincest AU)

The Nightmare (Stay With Me)

It was dark in the house, the only light coming from the downstairs TV. The screen was pure blue, and it gave an eerie, washed out look to the living room as I walked down the stairs in my spaceship pajamas.

"Mom? Dad?" I called softly.

I hopped off the last step and landed in something wet on the carpet. Confused, I looked down. The blue light from the TV discolored it a bit, but oozing between my little toes was dark crimson blood. My chest became tight and it was suddenly hard to breathe. "Momma! Dad! Where are you?!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.

"Sam ...." a weak voice said to my left. I slowly turned towards it and my stomach twisted into a sick knot. "Sammy ...." A creature that resembled my mother reached out with its bloody hand. It's eyes were desperate and teary. "Help me ..."

"NO!"

I jolted awake with a scream. Outside, a dog started to bark rapidly. The image of my mother's broken body seemed burned into my memory.

Panting, I threw back the covers and rushed to the bathroom. Turning on the shower faucet, I collapsed under the freezing spray, still in pajamas, and cried. Once I started, I couldn't stop. That was the first actual nightmare I'd had in weeks, and it still shook me to the core. The night my mother died ... the night my life was completely turned around.

I needed to get help, before I did something stupid.

With a lot of effort, I found the strength to yank myself out of the bathroom and to my nightstand, where my phone was charging.

Dialing the number I knew by heart, I closed my eyes and tried to stop the tears as I leaned against the side of my bed. The line rang for a long time, and just as I was about to give up, he answered. "Sammy?" Dean yawned. "Dean," I managed to gasp through my sobs. I heard shuffling on the other side of the call. "I'm coming over. Stay upstairs, close the bathroom door, and sit on the bed. Stay on the phone," Dean ordered.

"Okay," I whispered. I heard the jingle of keys and the rumbling start of the Impala. "Sammy, move," Dean reminded me gently. I nodded, too frazzled to realize he couldn't see me, and shakily got to my feet. "Are you moving?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm closing the door," I mumbled as the bathroom door clicked shut. "Good. Now just lay down, I'm three minutes away at most," I heard Dean say. I made a sound of acknowledgement.

We stayed on the phone until Dean reached the top of my stairs. "Sammy?" I heard him call. Relief coursed through me, and the feeling of pins and needles in my skin went away. "I'm here," I responded, clearing my throat. My door opened and a disheveled Dean appeared.

"Heya, Sam," he murmured with a small, sad smile, settling next to me on the bed. I simply gave him a small nod. Our sides were pressed against each other and the warmth of Dean's body was soothing and familiar. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked quietly, nudging my foot with his. I nudged back. "Not really. It was the usual. Walking down the stairs .... Seeing --" I felt the tears welling up again and closed my eyes, shaking my head.

Dean's breath fluttered across the side of my neck as he sighed. "Is there anything I can do?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him helplessly. "Stay with me? Until I fall asleep?" I whispered, my voice breaking against my will. Dean gazed at me a moment, his face unreadable. Then he said, "Of course, Sammy. Always."