My eyes were closed and I could see my memories running from me. Everything I almost remembered was disappearing. My home, my family or what I thought it was. It was like I didn't even knew myself anymore. But I couldn't stop having these strange visions. Where was I? Who was I? Why I could remember a TV show with fictional characters and not my own family?
"You okay Jess...?" Asked a worried Sam.
I opened my eyes quickly and saw him standing next to my bed. It was even more taller and impressive that I imagined.
"Yeah, don't bother you... I'm really fine." I said.
He laughed and his eyes wandered on the floor.
"You and Dean..." He said still laughing. "I know you're not fine, okay...I understand you're confused but we'll help you alright?"
He took my hand in his. I hardly smiled even if I knew they would do anything to help me. I lifted my eyes and saw Dean looking at us. He gave me one of this looks, like I did something wrong. I didn't really understood. Did he trust me or? So ironic, I watched these guys while 12 freaking seasons and yet, I didn't know Dean. I didn't know Sam. They were still mysteries.
Sam left the room and Dean was still watching me with his glass of whatever. I turned my back and closed my eyes again. I still had a deathly headache but, with some sleep I would be on my two legs tomorrow I hoped.
I dreamt of people. People I could feel, people I guessed I knew. I just had these images of me in hospital and everyone was freaking out. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I opened my eyes and it was the middle of the night. Everything around me was dark but I could see people sleeping in their own little camp bed. Everyone except one, Dean. He was sitting on his, looking at me.
I passed my sleeve on my cheeks to wash the tears away and closed my eyes again.
I felt an hand on mine so I reopened my eyes to see some shiny green eyes.
"Are you drunk?" I asked.
"That's how I sleep." He laughed.
"I bet.."
"You, on the other hand, you got trouble sleeping? See I'm not really good with those things. I don't know how to make people feel better.. Chick flick moments, not really my style.."
"No, it helps...thanks."
He gently passed his tumb on my hand to comfort me.
"Nightmares, visions...I don't know anymore.."
"That sucks, I know, but you're gonna get trough I swear. Sammy and I are gonna help you." He answered.
I briefly smiled. He drank the rest of the glass that was standing next to him and covered me with the blankets. He climbled his own bed and felt asleep just like that. I envied him. He could fell like that and I could not. Maybe I'd try his own advice.
