Mirrors [Supernatural]

What Nightmares Are Made Of

By the time they made it back to the motel, Sav was awake and holding an ice pack to her head, looking confused as fuck. As she should.

"Shit, you guys staying here too?" Dean asked in awe.

"Yeah, not like it's the only motel in this crappy town or anything," Diane replied smartly, and he rolled her eyes at her.

"Are you gonna be alright?" Sam made eye contact with her, smiling in that gentle way that made you wanna tuck him into bed and protect him from anything and everything. Wait, the fuck? That's a damn weird way to think of a seven foot tall adult man, but okay. Maybe he just reminded her of her little sister a little too much.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks Sam," She smiled back, refusing to say goodbye just yet for some reason. They were complete strangers two days ago, but the whole twin business made her want to stick around and get some answers.

"So that's it then, I guess," Dean said, leaning back against the car. "Unless you guys wanna grab breakfast? We have to come back there for Baby anyways" He smiled, a little cheeky, but it didn't come off as sleazy as it had the first time. This dude sure was an acquired taste.

"Breakfast?" Sav asked in a groggy voice.

"Yes, Savvy. It's six am. You hit your head or something?" She teased, dodging Sav's elbow when it came for her.

"Breakfast sound good. Any chance they sell Irish coffee at the diner?" She was only half joking. Last night had been... rough. To say the least.

Dean laughed.

"Not a chance in hell, but I was thinking spiked milkshake?" He suggested, pulling a hip flask out of his backpack.

"Bless you. You're speaking my language."

"It's literally six am!"

"Shut up, Sav."

"Alright," Dean patted the car's door and stood up. "Let's get going then."

{}

The diner was mostly empty, except for the regulars that were on their way to work. Diane and Dean had pie and milkshakes, giggling like high schoolers when they spiked them with whiskey, their siblings giving them with identical bitch faces that only made them laugh louder.

"It's nine pm somewhere in the world," Dean shrugged.

Eventually they finished their breakfast and headed back to the motel, all four of them in need of at least five hours of sleep now that the last of the adrenaline from the hunt had worn off.

Once her and Sav went back to their room, Sav just passed out flat on the bed. Getting possessed usually took a lot out of people, it was a wonder she'd managed to stay awake this long.

Diane decided to grab a shower first, never one to be able to get into bed feeling as grimy as she did right now. She put on a pair of pink sweatpants and a Guns and Roses tee after, laying down on her bed.

As soon as she closed her eyes, though, images of Sav with her eyes white and unseeing and falling all over again flashed behind her closed eyelids. She cursed, standing up quickly and getting out of their room, back against the closed door. Her body felt like one big bruise, probably from when she had not-quite-fell down those damned stairs.

She was reflecting whether or not to go on a drive to clear her head when one of the doors from the far left opened and Sam came out, looking sheepish as he spotted her.

"Can't sleep?" She asked, feeling somewhat nervous. She didn't know why.

"Yeah. I have these nightmares sometimes and-" He cut himself off. "It's not important. Why can't you sleep?"