An Unexpected Consequence

[blualbino]

A blonde woman ran ahead of him…only he didn’t seem to be running at all. More like hovering behind her. Something was familiar about this… She rounded a corner, but was stopped by a little girl. A little girl with glowing eyes and a wicked smile…

…Lilith…

The woman skidded to a halt before her… she fell to her knees in a forced bow…

-No…Please…No- The woman said in slow, disjointed bursts. Never opening her mouth… Sam felt an evil glee come off of Lilith in waves, almost heard her laugh. Lilith lifted her hand, Sam felt the energy pooling around it as it started to glow…like a drain in the air…

-Goodbye- Lilith said in her child’s voice… Sam braced himself for the woman’s death…

There was a shift

Sam felt the weight of Lilith’s gaze…a very real, burning weight…fall on him.

-You- She sounded surprised…and angry…her power-steeped hand swerved in his direction…

-Die-

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“Sammy!” Dean called his brother again. “Time to wake up!” He announced, half singing just to piss Sam off.

“Dean?” Sam asked, still muzzy from sleep and dreams. He looked over his shoulder, almost expecting to see a little demon girl hiding in a corner. Sam sniffed the air and smelled coffee, the scent bringing him farther into reality. He stood up and staggered over to the kitchenette, the call of caffeine stronger then the urge to stay in bed.

“Bad dreams?” Dean asked, a little worried about the tossing and turning Sam was doing.

“Yeah, I guess.” Sam yawned and poured himself a glass of coffee.

“What about?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his own coffee. Not taking his eyes off of Sam.

“I dunno. The usual, I guess.” Sam replied, getting irritated by all the questions so early in the morning. Dean backed off, letting Sam wake up more. Glancing around for any sign of food nearby without actually looking, Sam sat back down on his bed, letting the details of his dream come back to him. There was definitely a girl, maybe two. The whole thing had a hazy-but-freaky sort of feel about it.

Two girls, definitely.

Maybe.

Sam wasn’t sure why he was trying to force remembrance, but it seemed important somehow.

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-You’ve come back.- Lilith said, her mouth closed -Fool-

Sam couldn’t disagree with her… but he didn’t know how to leave.

He turned and ran…still feeling as though he was floating…but Lilith was too fast for him. She flung up her small child’s hand and sent him crashing against some unseen surface. Pain flared through him.

Lilith laughed.

How do I get away? How? Sam thought.

-Open your eyes Sam. Just open your eyes. You can do it, Sammy.- Dean was nowhere around, his voice came from Sam’s head.

-Dean my eyes are open. Help me.-

-He can’t help you. You’re my new toy. Nothing can help you.-

-Dean please Dean help me my eyes ARE open please-

-Sammy OPEN YOUR EYES-

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 For the second day in a row, Sam had no idea what he was dreaming about. The only thing he remembered was falling asleep, them waking back up at two in the morning, covered in sweat with his heart racing. He did feel a cold dread at even trying to fall back asleep, so he drank a few cups of coffee and took a shower. Dean woke later, much later. He would’ve worried if he had known about Sam getting less then three hours of sleep, so Sam told him that he woke up at five.

“Some one had a good dream last night,” Dean said, leering at him and sipping coffee.

“What?” Sam asked, sure his dream had been anything but good.

“Dude, I heard you whimpering on your sleep. And begging.” Sam blushed bright red and Dean chuckled, glad he could start his day off with some good old-fashioned heckling.

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After a week with barely any sleep, Sam had to admit that there might be a problem. The last thing he wanted to do was to exhaust himself to the point where he would pass out and not be able to wake back up for hours, but he couldn’t sleep more then an hour or so. He guzzled coffee like water, then topped it off with energy drinks in the afternoon. Dean was noticing the dark circles under his eyes, Sam could tell, but he hadn’t said anything yet.

At least he didn’t know about the hallucinations.

Yesterday Sam was sitting in the Impala, waiting for Dean to come back out of the gas station with food. He heard a shuffling noise, like fabric being dragged over cement, and looked around for the source. Right behind the car, walking through the empty parking lot, was a clown. Sam froze to his seat. The clown looked like it had gone through a hurricane, with it’s costume torn and makeup smeared, it looked dead. It shouldn’t be moving at all, but there it was, walking straight towards Sam.

Sam without Dean to scare it off.

The clown shuffled closer, not walking because it’s leg was clearly mangled. It really was dead. The sunlight glinted off one of it’s eyes--and it was yellow. Oh my god yellow eyes-- the dead clown kept on right towards Sam--who couldn’t move right then to save his life-- grinning, the makeup looked like blood smeared around it’s mouth and it just kept coming--

“Sam!” Dean yelled, announcing his presence when he walked back out of the gas station holding a bag of junk food. Sam turned to look at him on instinct, then whipped his head back around, and the dead clown was gone. Dean climbed in the drivers side and shoved the plastic bag onto Sam’s lap.

“You okay?” Dean asked, Sam still staring at nothing.

“Yeah, fine. Just…thought I saw something.” He pulled a red bull out of the bag and chugged it while they drove away.

 

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