If I Stay (Supernatural Fanfic/ S.W.)

Chapter 1

Dean's POV

I woke up to the sound of shuffling and small whimpers to my left. Every night this his how I woke up. Sam talking in his sleep, was one of the small things I couldn't stand about him. My body lifted up and I groaned, "Sam will you shut up." I said rubbing my eyes.

Realizing Sam was tossing and turning violently in his bed made me more alert and I jumped out of my bed, "Sam!" I knelt down on my knees and tried to calm him down.

"Blue eyes..." he whispered. He was still asleep but wasn't calming down.
His forehead was sticky with sweat and he was running a high fever, I stood up and ripped the sheets off of him.

"Golden rings!" He yelled out into the darkness.

"Sam!" I yelled trying to wake him from his nightmare.

"I can't hurt you!" He yelled, reaching out and grasping a hand full of empty air.

"Come back!" He cried with tears streaming down his face, "I won't hurt you...." he whispered now settling down. This was the 4th time this month that this had happened.

"I promise...." he stopped and settled down. His body stopped struggling and his last tear streamed down his face. I sighed and approached him. I moved a piece of hair out of his face and covered him up with the covers again.

I laid back in bed and turned off the lamp, I sighed and looked at my not so little brother and flicked the switch, "Goodnight Sammy."

Collins' POV

As I passed by all the other college students walking around campus I continued to go on my way and try to keep my distance. My brown curled hair wipped around in the wind as the cool air swirled around making it feel much colder than it usually is in Barrington, Minnesota. My name is Collins Jacoby. I major in Investigation and Criminal Justice here at Greylund University. I live alone in my small apartment outside of town with Derek, my younger brother, who's still a whole foot taller than me, and my cat Fat Louis, who really does nothing but sit on the recliner with me and watch television.

My best friend though, Lexi Alber, who happened to be the total opposite of me, never let me feel alone. Or at least I let her think that anyways. Lexi is probably 5'6, she is Puerto Rican which makes her extremely tan, she has big brown eyes and long thick eyelashes and everybody loves her and knows her name. I, on the other hand happen to be only 5'1, pale, dark brown hair that has a red tint to it, I have blue eyes, but almost no one knows me. So that's why most nights I watch movies on Netflix or go to the coffee shop downtown with my other best friend, Carter.

I choose to be quiet though. I choose to be alone, why? In my world being alone means being safe from everyone else out there in the world. No matter where I go I feel like I have someone watching me. Someone standing right above me, possibly even on my shoulders, like a cloud that is always bearing all your sadness and deepest secrets.

While I walked across the street and stopped at the cross walk with my scarf still flowing in the wind in sync with my hair, the foggy November sky seemed to grow darker.

"Collins!" A voice came from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Carter. Carter Randall was his name. He had been my other best friend since we both started college here. He was more quiet than Lexi though. He had black curly hair and was a little socially awkward. Which made us get along quite well. He was always the life of any party he went too. He tried a little to hard to be known by everybody at times, but he was nothing but an amazing friend to me ever since I met him.

"Hey." I smiled as we both walked across the cross walk.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked helping me with my books. I thanked him and thought to myself trying to remember my schedule.