Title: To Sleep, Perchance To Dream. Three Drabbles
Author: Maygra
Rating/Genre: Gen/Gen
No pairing, no warnings, no spoilers
 
 

To Sleep…

Falling asleep has never been a problem for Dean. It’s not that he never has dreams or nightmares, just that they rarely, if ever, haunt him in waking like they do Sam. If anything, sleep is the escape from things that do haunt him: thoughts that follow his every waking minute, regrets that shadow him like he’s the prey and they the hunter. Mistakes that have chipped at his confidence until it has to be rebuilt with increasing effort.

Sam fights sleep like Dean craves it. It’s what they have in common; there’s no real escape for either of them.
 

Perchance…

He knicks himself shaving. He puts his finger to the small hurt. The blood is bright red, smeared across his finger tips, already drying. He touches the cut again, mixing fresh, bright blood with the old.

Sam’s never been squeamish about blood; not his own, not Dean’s or his father’s. Looking at it now, he’s reminded of Jess’s blood falling on his face. It fell on him when his mother died too.

Maybe it’s his blood that’s wrong, drawing evil to the people he loves.

He stares at himself in the mirror and wonders if he should be hunting himself.
 

To Dream…

Usually it’s Dean guarding Sam’s sleep. When the screaming starts, it’s Sam who’s on his feet  and crouching beside Dean’s bed. He finds Dean’s eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Heart pounding, Sam twists around, looking up. There’s nothing there. When he looks back Dean’s staring at him. Dean’s hand rubs across Sam’s face and comes away red.

“You’re bleeding.” Dean tries to stop it. Sam smiles and catches his hand.

“I know. I have been for a long time.”

Dean wakes with his heart pounding and bile rising in his throat. In the other bed, Sam sleeps undisturbed.
 
 

11/3/05