Sam writhed in his sleep. Death, blood, and fire surrounded him. The island was steeped in it, punctuated only by a few bright points. Those gleaming stars -- people close by, others further away -- simultaneously attracted and repelled him. No, they called to *him.* The pitch swarm around his core yearned to consume them.
One of the bright points shone stronger. Sam focused on it. He cheered and screamed a warning when the darkness gathered and lashed out.
"JESS!"* Sam jolted awake, panting and sweating in an unfamiliar bed.
Something leaped down from above him. "Sammy!" Dean cried. Lights flipped on, making Sam shield his eyes. "Sam, you all right? There was an earthquake or somethin'. And who's Jess?"
As Sam peered around through squinted eyes the events of the day rushed back to him. "Jess. Jessica," Sam murmured. An image tried to coalesce in his mind's eye, then evaporated. "I don't know. I'm all right, I guess."
Sam heard more than saw Dean pull his jeans over his boxers. "Good. Now get dressed. Perimeter check, just in case."
Sam hauled himself out of bed, donning clothes and weapons automatically. Dean waited for him by the door. When Sam met his eyes Dean shuddered. "What?"
"You're doing that black eye thing," Dean shrugged.
Ammesia or no, Sam knew his brother was unnerved. Worse, Sam didn't know how to make it stop. Shoving fear in the back of his mind, Sam shrugged as well. "Let's go."
* Isabel looks a bit like Sam's late fiancee Jessica.
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:00 pm (UTC)One of the bright points shone stronger. Sam focused on it. He cheered and screamed a warning when the darkness gathered and lashed out.
"JESS!"* Sam jolted awake, panting and sweating in an unfamiliar bed.
Something leaped down from above him. "Sammy!" Dean cried. Lights flipped on, making Sam shield his eyes. "Sam, you all right? There was an earthquake or somethin'. And who's Jess?"
As Sam peered around through squinted eyes the events of the day rushed back to him. "Jess. Jessica," Sam murmured. An image tried to coalesce in his mind's eye, then evaporated. "I don't know. I'm all right, I guess."
Sam heard more than saw Dean pull his jeans over his boxers. "Good. Now get dressed. Perimeter check, just in case."
Sam hauled himself out of bed, donning clothes and weapons automatically. Dean waited for him by the door. When Sam met his eyes Dean shuddered. "What?"
"You're doing that black eye thing," Dean shrugged.
Ammesia or no, Sam knew his brother was unnerved. Worse, Sam didn't know how to make it stop. Shoving fear in the back of his mind, Sam shrugged as well. "Let's go."
* Isabel looks a bit like Sam's late fiancee Jessica.