He’s screaming your name
In the middle of the night
You run down the hall
Ready for a fight
Your gun is drawn
And you crash through the door
Your bare feet are cold
On the old hard oak floor
He’s tumbling and turning
And can’t keep still
The nightmares plaguing him
Of those he’s had to ****
He’s tangling himself within the sheets
So you step forward, put your gun away
Your expression drops, just like your guard
Just for a moment you watch and stay
After a while
The nightmare seems to settle
You return to your room
Legs resting against the bedframe’s cold metal
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
He’s screaming your name
In the middle of the night
You run down the hall
Ready for a fight
Your gun is drawn
And you crash through the door
Your bare feet are cold
On the old hard oak floor
He’s tumbling and turning
And can’t keep still
The nightmares plaguing him
Of those he’s had to ****
He’s tangling himself within the sheets
So you step forward, put your gun away
Your expression drops, just like your guard
Just for a moment you watch and stay
After a while
The nightmare seems to settle
You return to your room
Legs resting against the bedframe’s cold metal
Based on a scene in Supernatural Season 10, written in Sam's perspective :)
