Title: While You Were Sleeping
Author: PsychoKitty
Pairing: implied Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Warning: incest
Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural.
Summary: Dean wakes up every morning at 5am. Just to watch Sam sleeping. Slash Implied.

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I wake up at 5am every morning, just to watch you sleeping.

It's rare to see you getting a full night's sleep, what with our work and the fricking nightmares. Do you ever have good dreams anymore? Do you have good dreams about me?

I dream constantly about you, good and bad.

This power of yours, frightens me. I feel helpless.

I'm supposed to protect you, but I can't protect you from those dreams.

Do you love me? Will you stay with me?

Or like everyone else, leave me alone.

I know you have secrets, I have my own.

But there's nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you.

I'll love you forever and more.

It's funny, it hurt when you left. It hurt when I was alone.

But damn it sure hurts now that you're with me!

But that's my problem, not yours.

I can't help the way I feel.

I tried to stop it, to deny it. But it's stronger than I am.

I throw myself at every girl to stop the ache inside.

But it burns more and more.

I see you look at me when I pick up yet another girl.

It hurts, but not as much as the look you would give me, if you knew how I felt about you. You'd be disgusted. You'd hate me. Probably want to kill me.

But I know that you'd leave me alone for good.

And that is something I just cannot let happen.

Without you I would die.

So every morning I wake up at 5am.

Just to watch you sleeping.

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I'm watching you while you are sleeping.

I wake up in the night, from yet another nightmare.
But this time it's different, this time it's you.
Pinned to the ceiling, a slash in your stomach.
Blood dripping on my forehead.
And you saying the words...

I LOVE YOU SAM!

Then your catching fire.

So I wake up in a cold sweat.
I turn to see you sleep in the other bed,
You're alive.
But I can't shake the feeling of watching you die.

So I sit on the edge of my bed.
And just stare at you.
Watching you sleep.
Watching you breathing.
Watching how the moonlight catches your skin and makes it glow.
How I long to touch your treasure trail as it disappears into your boxers.
To follow it.
Down and down.

But that's something I cannot do.
You are my brother.
It is forbidden.
Like the apple in the Garden of Eden.

So I sit here in the middle of the night.
Watching you while you are sleeping.

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