Nightly Screams. (1/1. Crossover. Dean W/Rachel B.)
Title: Nightly Screams.
Fandom: Glee/Supernatural.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rachel Berry/Dean Winchester.
Rating: PG-13, for a choice word that appears.
Word Count: 499.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): General Spoilers.
Author Notes: All mistakes are my own as I don't use a beta. Written for galorechallenge; Prompt: Dean/Rachel - Kiss/Bed. & crossovers50, Prompt: 28. Nightmares. [ Table]
Nightly Screams
Her scream tore him from his dreams. The small body beside him tossing and turning, cries slipping from her lips. Dean carefully rolled to his side, checking the woman for any wounds. Besides her frailing and cries, she was perfectly fine.
“Rachel?” he called in hopes of getting her to focus on his voice and not on whatever it was that was plaguing her. “Rach, come on damn it! You’re freaking me out.”
The woman slapped at him as he reached over to her. Her screams just growing louder as through someone were torturing her. Dean quickly straddled the brunette, being mindful of the great difference in height and weight. Her arms swung at him, beating his chest, arms, head, anything the little fists could reach. With a worried sigh, the hunter grabbed her slim wrists, holding them above her head.
“Berry, wake up. Whatever it is, it is just a dream. Come on, Rach. Please?” he demanded, kissing his lips harshly to hers for some sort of reaction.
Her fighting stopped a moment or two later and Dean found himself staring in frantic brown eyes. They quickly scanned the room in fear as though she was trying to reassure herself that everything was right. That she was in their bedroom.
Sighing in relief, Dean released her wrists, trailing a hand down her hair and face.
“You had me worried Berry.”
The brunette shook her head, tiny hands reaching up and cradling his face in her palms, “It was that dream again Dean. It was so real.” Fresh tears slipped out from her already red eyes, “I don’t want to lose you.”
He chuckled softly, “hey, hey, I’m a pretty big damn boy. You know I can take care of myself.” She nodded but he knew that his words hadn’t assured her. He regretted ever telling her about his time with the hellhounds and time in Hell. Fuck, he hated that he told her about everything that dealt with his line of work. However, when you are talking about Rachel Berry, who demanded answers after finding out their former Cheerios coach was a demon, explanations were in order.
Rachel’s sniffle drew him back from his thoughts. The petite woman wrapped her arms around his chest, her face buried in his chest. He didn’t shiver as he felt her cold tears on his bare skin. Dean just wrapped his own arms around her tiny body, even tinier now when looking so vulnerable. He carefully lies on his back, bringing the singer to rest over top of him. Rachel’s body shook with her cries and he gently ran a hand through her long brown hair.
Ten minutes passed before there were no more movements from the woman. Her breathing slowly as a sign that she had fallen asleep. A sad smile came to his lips, kissing the top of her head before he settled down and stared up at the ceiling until he was able to go back to sleep himself.
End.
Fandom: Glee/Supernatural.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rachel Berry/Dean Winchester.
Rating: PG-13, for a choice word that appears.
Word Count: 499.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): General Spoilers.
Author Notes: All mistakes are my own as I don't use a beta. Written for galorechallenge; Prompt: Dean/Rachel - Kiss/Bed. & crossovers50, Prompt: 28. Nightmares. [ Table]
Nightly Screams
Her scream tore him from his dreams. The small body beside him tossing and turning, cries slipping from her lips. Dean carefully rolled to his side, checking the woman for any wounds. Besides her frailing and cries, she was perfectly fine.
“Rachel?” he called in hopes of getting her to focus on his voice and not on whatever it was that was plaguing her. “Rach, come on damn it! You’re freaking me out.”
The woman slapped at him as he reached over to her. Her screams just growing louder as through someone were torturing her. Dean quickly straddled the brunette, being mindful of the great difference in height and weight. Her arms swung at him, beating his chest, arms, head, anything the little fists could reach. With a worried sigh, the hunter grabbed her slim wrists, holding them above her head.
“Berry, wake up. Whatever it is, it is just a dream. Come on, Rach. Please?” he demanded, kissing his lips harshly to hers for some sort of reaction.
Her fighting stopped a moment or two later and Dean found himself staring in frantic brown eyes. They quickly scanned the room in fear as though she was trying to reassure herself that everything was right. That she was in their bedroom.
Sighing in relief, Dean released her wrists, trailing a hand down her hair and face.
“You had me worried Berry.”
The brunette shook her head, tiny hands reaching up and cradling his face in her palms, “It was that dream again Dean. It was so real.” Fresh tears slipped out from her already red eyes, “I don’t want to lose you.”
He chuckled softly, “hey, hey, I’m a pretty big damn boy. You know I can take care of myself.” She nodded but he knew that his words hadn’t assured her. He regretted ever telling her about his time with the hellhounds and time in Hell. Fuck, he hated that he told her about everything that dealt with his line of work. However, when you are talking about Rachel Berry, who demanded answers after finding out their former Cheerios coach was a demon, explanations were in order.
Rachel’s sniffle drew him back from his thoughts. The petite woman wrapped her arms around his chest, her face buried in his chest. He didn’t shiver as he felt her cold tears on his bare skin. Dean just wrapped his own arms around her tiny body, even tinier now when looking so vulnerable. He carefully lies on his back, bringing the singer to rest over top of him. Rachel’s body shook with her cries and he gently ran a hand through her long brown hair.
Ten minutes passed before there were no more movements from the woman. Her breathing slowly as a sign that she had fallen asleep. A sad smile came to his lips, kissing the top of her head before he settled down and stared up at the ceiling until he was able to go back to sleep himself.
End.