There stood Daniel dressed in a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.
"Daniel..." My eyes widened.
"This is your fault! You did this! You're the reason that the demons took me! You're the reason Mom's dead!" He stated sternly. "They were after you!"
"Daniel..." A tear trickled down my cheek. "I'm so sorry!"
"You did this, Adalynn! This is your fault! I'm dead because of you."
I shook my head as tears began to stream down my cheeks. "You're not dead! You can't be dead! You're out there somewhere, and I'm going to find you. I'm going to find you, Daniel. I promise."
A dark shade of red appeared on his grey shirt and began to spread across the material until a pool of blood began to amass in a pool beneath his feet.
My eyes widened as I backed away from him.
"Adalynn!" He screamed piercingly.
Gasping awake, I bolted upright. Breathing heavily in fear, I looked around at the motel room. Sam was sat at the small wooden table by the window reading from a book. After hearing me awaken from my nightmare, he looked over with a concerned expression.
"Hey..." He spoke softly. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I lied while nodding.
Not responding to his question, I cast a hand through my hair pushing back my fringe before taking a deep breath. Peeling back the covers, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap. Cupping my hands under the flow, I leant over the sink and threw the cool water at my face. After drying off, I walked back into the main room. "Where's Dean?" I asked.
"He went back to your house to check it out again and grab you some stuff." Sam answered.
I smiled. "Thanks."
Closing the book, Sam stood up from the table he was sitting at and walked over to me. "I know what you're going through, Sappho."
I looked down.
"The nightmares..." He began before moving my fringe away from my face with one of his fingers so he could see my sleep deprived eyes. "I used to have them too."
Making eye contact with Sam once again, I wondered what must've happened to him and Dean to make them persue what they do as a career. "They started after what happened with my Mom. Some nights I can get like two hours sleep if I'm lucky, but some days I'm just too scared of falling asleep because I know what I'm going to see in my nightmares. It's as if my brain wants me to be miserable. Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is her being killed by the demon or Daniel bleeding." I shook my head. A tear trickled down my cheek before I looked down to try and hide it.
"Hey..." Sam put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly before pulling me into a hug. He took a deep breath. "I lost my girlfriend a few years back. She was killed by a demon too. After her death, I had nightmares just like you." His eyes showed signs of pain at the mention of his girlfriend. "But they do stop."
I nodded. "I just miss them." My words were meant to be strong, but instead, they came out tearfully in a tone that was only just audible.
"I know." Sam tightened his hold, keeping me in a warm, reassuring embrace.