Supernatural Short Stories

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Sam pressed a glass to the wall and listened.

If you're wondering, he didn't usually eavesdrop on his brother but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Sam heard the bed springs creak as Dean and Cas {possibly} laid down.

"Cassie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Come on, babe"

"Alright, I had a strange dream last night"

[hehe take that how you like]

"Uh.. what do you mean, strange?"

"Well, I don't usually dream and this one was scary"

"Oh, like a nightmare. Well, what happened?"

"I don't really want to talk about it"

"M'kay but I wanna know now that ya told me"

"Dean, go to sleep"

There was a silence where Sam guessed that the angel tongued his brother.

There was some inaudible whispering and Cas giggled.

'Why am I listening to this?', Sam asked himself.

'Because you're fucking bored', a voice replied.

'That was a rhetorical question, thank you very much', he sassed.

'Righto, don't have a rack attack', the voice added.

Sam once again focused on trying to listen.

It seemed as though Dean and Cas where asleep.

Sam sighed and laid down in his tangle of blankets.

-x-

He must have drifted off because he woke with a start as something in the next room fell over.

Sam sleepily grabbed the glass he was using previously and once gain places it against the wall.

"Dean, what was that?"

"Dunno, babe but fuck it scared me"

"It woke me up"

"Yeah, it was probably just Sammy. Fooling around"

Cas yawned but was silenced as Dean kissed his soft chapped lips. [Sammy doesn't hear this of course]

"Stop it", Cas giggled.

"Make me"

There was about five minutes of silence and the only thing to be herd were the occasional gasp for air or moan.

Sam began to fall asleep again. He started leaning to the left and eventually fell off the side of his bed.

"Fuck", he yelled as he stood up.

Sam sat back down on his bed, massaging his shoulder.

"We can hear you, Sammy", Dean called out.

"I can hear you too"

-x-

Sooooooooo
This one was a bit sassy.
The Sassy!Sam bit was some of the moments I have with my subconscious. I literally just insult myself, it's like a reflex. K I sound weird now. *whispers* I don't do crack....

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