Birds Dream
“Dean?” A little voice asks.
“Yes, what is it Sammy?” Sam is holding his hand, and they are walking back to the motel. They have been out playing on the playground.
“Di’ you know that when we say that birds a singin’, we’r all w’ong?” Sam looks up at him with big, glassy eyes, and Dean can see Sam has been thinking about it for a long time.
“No I didn’t, but what are they doing then, Sammy?” Sam looks like he has just won in lottery, a triumph of knowing something his brother didn’t, and a big, bright smile spreads all over his face.
“They are not singing as we thin’, they are talking ‘bout their d’eams,” he tugs himself a little close into Dean. “They talk to each other ‘bout their d’eams.”
“How did you know that?” Dean asks curios.
“’Cause I heard the little bird’s d’eam,” Sam’s small finger points at a blackbird sitting on a bench, tipping its tail a few times. “It was very beautiful, and she talked to me.”
“What did she talk to you about then?”
“’Bout a big b’other,” Sam nods eagerly.
“Now, who could that be,” Dean says as he looks around like he is trying to find someone, and that makes Sam giggle.
“Silly, that was you!”
“Me?” Dean pauses; he doesn’t really know what to say. “Come here Sam, then I’ll make you fly like a bird,” he says instead as he get down on his knees and makes Sam crawl up on his back.
Then he slowly begin to run home, Sam on his back with his arms spread to each side, so it looks like he is flying. They both laughs, as Sam come with excited howls, like he is the king of the world.
When they get to the door, Sam slings his arms around Dean’s neck, rests his head on Dean’s shoulder, and slowly whispers.
“Then the bird was right, you did make me fly.”
“Dean?” A little voice asks.
“Yes, what is it Sammy?” Sam is holding his hand, and they are walking back to the motel. They have been out playing on the playground.
“Di’ you know that when we say that birds a singin’, we’r all w’ong?” Sam looks up at him with big, glassy eyes, and Dean can see Sam has been thinking about it for a long time.
“No I didn’t, but what are they doing then, Sammy?” Sam looks like he has just won in lottery, a triumph of knowing something his brother didn’t, and a big, bright smile spreads all over his face.
“They are not singing as we thin’, they are talking ‘bout their d’eams,” he tugs himself a little close into Dean. “They talk to each other ‘bout their d’eams.”
“How did you know that?” Dean asks curios.
“’Cause I heard the little bird’s d’eam,” Sam’s small finger points at a blackbird sitting on a bench, tipping its tail a few times. “It was very beautiful, and she talked to me.”
“What did she talk to you about then?”
“’Bout a big b’other,” Sam nods eagerly.
“Now, who could that be,” Dean says as he looks around like he is trying to find someone, and that makes Sam giggle.
“Silly, that was you!”
“Me?” Dean pauses; he doesn’t really know what to say. “Come here Sam, then I’ll make you fly like a bird,” he says instead as he get down on his knees and makes Sam crawl up on his back.
Then he slowly begin to run home, Sam on his back with his arms spread to each side, so it looks like he is flying. They both laughs, as Sam come with excited howls, like he is the king of the world.
When they get to the door, Sam slings his arms around Dean’s neck, rests his head on Dean’s shoulder, and slowly whispers.
“Then the bird was right, you did make me fly.”
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat next to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.