SPN Fic: Nightmares (Dean/Cas; PG13)
Title: Nightmares
Prompt: 'I'm here'
Word Count: 189
Rating: PG13 (for one strong swear)
Original/Fandom: Fandom; Supernatural
Pairings (if any): Dean/Castiel
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): Nope
Summary: Dean has nightmares.
Written for CHALLENGE #32: Weekly Drabble 7 @ writerverse
In the year that never really was for Dean, he had a lot of nightmares.
It was the year never really was not because it didn’t happen, or because it was rolled back, it did happen but Dean always knew it wasn’t part of him, part of his life. He was just on hold, waiting for his real life to come back and for things to be normal again.
And he had nightmares because things hadn’t gone back to normal. He had no outlet for the anger and fear anymore. He couldn’t bury himself in his job to forget his brother was in hell. He couldn’t shot evil sons of bitches to drown out the voice wondering where the fuck Castiel was, whether he was even alive.
So he’d wake up in the middle of the night, screaming for a brother that couldn’t be there and an Angel that didn’t want to be.
He didn’t know that every night he was soothed back to sleep by that Angel, keeping himself hidden from his human eyes but calming his mind and his body with a whisper of “I’m here, Dean.”
Prompt: 'I'm here'
Word Count: 189
Rating: PG13 (for one strong swear)
Original/Fandom: Fandom; Supernatural
Pairings (if any): Dean/Castiel
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): Nope
Summary: Dean has nightmares.
Written for CHALLENGE #32: Weekly Drabble 7 @ writerverse
In the year that never really was for Dean, he had a lot of nightmares.
It was the year never really was not because it didn’t happen, or because it was rolled back, it did happen but Dean always knew it wasn’t part of him, part of his life. He was just on hold, waiting for his real life to come back and for things to be normal again.
And he had nightmares because things hadn’t gone back to normal. He had no outlet for the anger and fear anymore. He couldn’t bury himself in his job to forget his brother was in hell. He couldn’t shot evil sons of bitches to drown out the voice wondering where the fuck Castiel was, whether he was even alive.
So he’d wake up in the middle of the night, screaming for a brother that couldn’t be there and an Angel that didn’t want to be.
He didn’t know that every night he was soothed back to sleep by that Angel, keeping himself hidden from his human eyes but calming his mind and his body with a whisper of “I’m here, Dean.”