It’s been thirty-seven hours since Sam attempted to put some sense into Dean’s head - yes, he counted. It’s also been a day and a half since they’ve been hunkering down in the bunker, much to Sam’s annoyance. And yet, he knows that if he tells that to his brother, he’ll have to listen to him going on on and on about how he needs the rest and how there’s nothing for him outside. Not before he heals.

Now, he disagrees entirely. With the ‘nothing for you outside’ bit, of course, mostly because there’s an open hell gate and everything that should be trapped deep in the pit is out. And as far as he knows (or heard), that’s just the tip of the iceberg. It’s hell, heaven, possibly even purgatory that spit out everything into their wold. Call him crazy, but he thinks there’s a lot for him out there. In fact, he knows hunters have been flocking to the city left and right, like it’s the end of the world. For all he knows, the world really is coming to an end, but he’s told to stay put because he’s drained and still suffering from the trials. Sam has ignored worse pain and lived.

Sam wakes up startled from the screams in his head.    ( Breathe in and out. ) 

Nightmares.He’s been having a lot more of those lately and it bothers him more than he cares to admit. More than he’ll tell his brother, because then he’ll worry and spend the whole morning making soup and burgers from scratch and pestering him to eat so he can get his strength back.  He feels a blanket slide down when he gets up from the chair (that wasn’t on him before) so he knows who placed it over his back, now he just needs to look for his mother-hen of a brother.  The bunker is awfully quiet and there’s no signs of Dean in the kitchen, so he knocks on door number eleven before casually going in only to be greeted by the most bizarre imagery ever. “I think I need to wash my eyes with soap,” he blurts immediately, his expression deadpan. He’s kind of afraid to ask why his brother is dressed up i full Batman attire, but he’ll bite “Is there some nerd convention I’m not aware of in town? Is this ‘live your childhood fantasies’ day, Dean?”