Dreams Drabble Challenge - 2 fandoms, 2 drabbles
Dean drinks to blot out the dreams, but the dreams come anyway.
Cas is always there; the trick is telling the real Castiel from the one Dean’s subconscious creates. Usually it’s not too hard to tell them apart, but occasionally Dean wakes up reaching for warm sea blue, and he’ll wonder.
Then Cas will show up and get too close, watching Dean so wide open and intent that Dean can feel his own uncertainty choking him.
Cas never says anything, never even hints, and eventually Dean learns to ignore it all, especially the way his relief almost tastes like regret.
Ed used to dream himself whole every night. No matter what else was happening to him in the land of nod, that was one thing he could always count on: that he’d be there, all of him, warm and weak and flesh.
At some point, without his realizing, everything changed. In his dreams they’d be back home with their mother, playing a game or digging in the garden, and he’d look down and realize that one of his six year old hands had become a dark, heavy metal.
He wondered later if that was when he began to lose hope.