You are dead. As dead as someone can be. But you still kept appearing in Sam's dreams. Almost every night.

It was exhausting for him. He loved you and he missed you so insanely much. Dean had tried to talk with him but Sam didn't know what to do either.

Those nightmares were killing him. All of them were about you. In that fire mostly. You on the ceiling in flames.

But sometimes you spoke to him. Told him those sweet things about how much you loved him.

Or he dreamt of those lovely memories with you and woke up sobbing.

In those nights Sam really just wanted to wake up to next to you so you could hold and comfort him like you used to when he had nightmares.

But you couldn't do that anymore.

It was one of those night again right now. It was 1:42am and Sam kept tossing and turning in his bed.

And there were you again in his dream. Beautiful as ever.