Being Alive ( D.W)

3.13 "I Need Your Help, Dad"

Two weeks later. At the bunker. Night. 

I jumped awake when i felt Dean next to me go crazy. 

He was  having a nightmare again and was tossing around. 

Dean was screaming my name in  his sleep "no no! ELENA! no !"

My heart broke. 

Sam stormed into my room with a raised gun. 

He looked at me shocked.

I nodded "i'll handle it"

Sam sighed "Elena-"

Me "i said that i'll handle it, Sam. go back to sleep"

He nodded and walked out. 

I sat up and shook him "Dean, wake up"

No reaction. 

I shook him harder "Dean, please, wake up"

Suddenly he groaned annoyed and opened his eyes "what is going on? are you okay?"

I looked at him confused "Are you okay?"

Dean nodded, tiredly "of course i am. why did you wake me up?"

Is he kidding me?

I shook my head, lying "nothing. It was just..I had a little panic attack, i guess. are you sure you're okay?"

He nodded "i was okay till you woke me up"

Me "Sorry for waking you, Dean"

Dean shook his head "nah, it's okay, baby. come here"

Then he pulled me into his arms "try to go back to sleep, baby"

I nodded, confused "sure"

Later. Morning. In the kitchen 

I walked inside and saw Sam standing there making coffee and a sandwich.

Me "morning"

He looked at me "morning"