"It's Team Free Will 2.0. With two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead again and the special addition; a tinker-"
"What? No buzzer this time?"
"Uhu, buzzer sounds unmelodious. You don't."
"So you've finally...
"A dream you once were, a dream of all my realities, a dream I can no longer strive for, in the wake of many betrayals."
― C. Elizabeth
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Cold, it was the only word that could describe what I was feeling. I couldn't move, could barely breathe, couldn't scream. I felt heavy, trapped, terrified and the cold only snaked its way along my limbs, crushing my chest leaving a frosty trail behind.
Fayre...
My mind rebelled against the foreign sound.
Open your mind, let me in, it whispered again.
I could feel something, someone, flipping through my mind, looking for a way to settle in, forcing my mind to open up.
A scream worked its way through my throat but I couldn't unlock my jaws to let it out. My blood ran cold when I heard an ominous bitter laugh and I struggled harder.
Then I felt something warm rise within me, I latched on to the sensation, feeling safe in the strength of those bonds of protection.
Fayre, open your eyes. It's alright now, nothing's gonna hurt you, someone whispered the words softy and my closed-eyes opened easily on the command, as if he whispered the word intimately against my ear, just for me to hear.
"Jack...?", I asked, couldn't tell if it was real or I was asleep, awake, or maybe somewhere in between.
"Jack, where are you?", I demanded, trying to latch onto whatever the warmth he had to offer. But as the seconds were slowly passing, I was getting frantic when I found the warmth slowly fading away.
"No! Come back, please", I pleaded yet the sensation was long lost and I bolted upright on the ground, took a heaving breath.
"What's wrong?", a sudden voice made me almost scream.
I looked up and saw my father kneeling beside me, eyebrows furrowed together. "Did you have a nightmare?", Dean asked, plucking a dry leaf out of my hair.
"I don't know, maybe", I blubbered through chattering teeth. "It feels so real, cold, so much col–"
He shushed me, wrapping a warm arm around my shoulders saying, "It's alright, Fayre. Just a nightmare."
"But it felt so real.", I gulped back the tears and he pulled away from me looking into my damp eyes. "What did you dream?"
"A voice, it was telling me to open my mind, then ano..", I abruptly stopped thinking whether I should tell him about the soothing voice or not.
