Time It Right // Sabriel
  • LECTURES 1,524
  • Votes 127
  • Parties 15
  • Durée 45m
  • LECTURES 1,524
  • Votes 127
  • Parties 15
  • Durée 45m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement août 02, 2017
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"Sam?" I spoke loudly, my voice gruff. 

I heard a small whimpering from his room.

I threw open the door, throwing my gun up, ready to fire. I scanned the room quickly. 

"Dean?" I whipped my head towards the sound. 

I zeroed in on Sam. He was shaking, curled up in a ball. 

"Sammy." I breathed, rushing over to my 10 year old brother. I set my gun on his bed before enveloping him in a hug. He snuggled into my chest, breaking down into tears.

"I killed him. H-he was go-gonna kill me Dean. He was gonna kill me." He cried. 

"Who? Who did you kill Sammy?" I whispered, but I had a feeling I already knew who. 

"Dad." He whispered.
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Dean stared at the phone in utter disbelief. "You sick sonuvabitch," he growled, grip tightening on the phone. "Shame they were in the way, isn't it, Dean? It was so easy. . . ." The man was quiet for a moment, his steady breathing the only noise breaking the chilling silence. When he finally spoke again, something akin to pure pleasure colored his tone. "The look of terror in a man's eyes when he knows he's going to be murdered is truly breathtaking, Dean. A myriad of emotions all played out for my benefit." "Who you talkin' to?" Sam asked, brows pulled together, mouth turned downward as he frowned. Dean raised a hand to silence Sam, giving him a warning glance. "Ah, is that Sammy?" The man chuckled. "I do so love the inflection in his voice. I've often fantasized what it will sound like as he's begging for his life." The hairs on the nape of Dean's neck stood on end, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "You're not gonna touch him. You hear me?" "Hang up the damn phone, Dean." Sam turned in his seat to stare at Dean. "Just hang up." "You know him best, what do you think it would take to make him scream?" Dean swallowed hard against the tight knot forming in his throat. The muscle in his jaw jerked erratically as he clenched his teeth. "Touch him and I swear to God, I'll hunt you down and kill you." "You can't be with him every second, Dean. He is going to die. It's just a matter of when." Dean shook his head, eyes narrowing. "You'll never get the chance." "I can get to anyone . . . anywhere, anytime - like right now." Hearing the ominous click-click of a rifle being cocked, Dean dropped the phone. "Sammy, get down!" He grabbed Sam, pushed his head down and ducked. A blast of gunfire echoed through the stillness of the night, quickly followed by another. Glass shattered above them, then the car swerved out of control as the second bullet struck the back tire.
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Night after night after night. Sweating. Shaking. Sleepless nights tossing and turning. Can't sleep. The dreams. The nightmares. They keep coming back again and again. I roll over and pick up my phone and hit call. "Vicky they keep coming back. I can't ever sleep anymore." "It's alright just try to read a book or watch a movie tonight. Drink some tea to calm your nerves." "Alright thanks for answering I know it's so late." "No worries, Jess. Goodnight!" I get up to go boil some water for some tea. I head back to my room to read a book as Vicky suggested while I wait on my tea. But all I can see are flashing images from my dreams. Nothing makes sense. The dreams started a year ago and I can't get them to ever stop. Sometimes I feel like they are real. The images are so vivid and the feelings are so intense. Almost feels like lightning striking through my body that wakes me up every time. Once I wake up, all I ever remember is him. Dean Winchester.