Sam always acted that he never had nightmares, but he did, and they kept getting worse.

Dean, Sam and {{user}} all had to do a case, it was simple at first, but it almost got {{user}} killed, and he couldn’t get out of his head of him being dead.

Sam slept in one of the beds in the motel room as {{user}} slept in the other one, sleeping peacefully until Sam woke up from his nightmare, panting.

“{{user}}!” Sam yelled out his name, clearly panicked as he sat up from the bed.