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Nightmare

Tick tick tick, the clock was pounding into my head like a hammer against my skull. All I wanted was for it to stop, I couldn't handle the noise, and I couldn't handle the fear that it brought along. The walls were cold, not the burning you would expect, it was cold and lonely, the world around me was completely silent. Although when I looked around I was shocked it was silent, there were rows and rows of prison cells and I assumed each one was filled, but maybe my predictions were incorrect. Maybe every single one of those cells were empty. My head began to spin and I lunged forwards in attempt to use the bars as a stabilizer but I failed and fell to the icy floor that burned my skin until I began to scream in agony.

"So annoying!"

I pulled myself up with all my might and energy and looked around in an attempt to catch the person I heard seconds ago. I walked over to one of the cement walls and tried standing on my toes to see who was in the next cell but I was too short.

"What? You can't see me? Need help?"

A face with bright burning red eyes popped up from the cage next to me and I stumbled over and onto the ground. I could never explain what he looked like since it was to terrifying for words, but as I went to focus on what just happened everything went black. In seconds colours began to dance around my head and I felt a stabbing pain in my side right underneath my ribs. Fear. Pain. Cold. So very, very cold.

I bolt upwards in my bed, sweat was dripping down the sides of my forehead and tears made my face damp, my eyes were burning as if I had been staring without blinking for hours, which I probably have been. But it was only a dream, I have been out of hell for three years now and yet I still have nightmares of what I saw down there. Without even realizing that I was getting out of bed my bare feet brushed against the cement floor, it wasn't as cold as my dream but it was still cold enough that it gave me the shivers. I walked down the long and dark winding hallways in search of the living room, it didn't take me long since I knew where I was going but I was still tired.

My eyes tried closing on me multiple times and when I was supposed to turn I ended up running face first into a wall. Honestly, my body was in pure agony and yet I still ignored it, how hard did I run into the wall?

"Couldn't sleep?"

I pulled out my gun that was gently laying in the pocket of my pajamas and I aimed it at where the voice was coming from. I heard a slight laugh and luckily I didn't shoot because I recognized the voice.

"Easy their tiger, didn't mean to scare you."

I tried to smile but the attempt failed, I heard footsteps and Dean slowly came out of the shadows of the hallway, he came over and wrapped his warm gentle arm around my shoulder when we began to walk he guided me in the right direction so I wouldn't walk into a wall again.

"So what's on your mind?"

Dean reached towards the kettle that somehow had warm water in it, maybe he was up longer than me, but he poured the water into two mugs and handed me one, and with one sniff I knew it was hot chocolate.

"Nothing really, I just had a nightmare."

"About what?"

Dean leaned against the counter slowly sipping out of his cup and letting it warm up his hands.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Let me guess, Hell?"

I stayed silent and by that, I gave him the simple answer, Dean had also been there before but he wasn't there as long as me, he didn't understand, he didn't know the fear.

"Yeah me too."

I stood in correction, Dean Winchester, telling me that he had a nightmare about hell. Now that was something I never expected, well not from him at least. Neither of us even needed to say more, sure he wasn't there as long as me but maybe he understood a little bit, I hope he did because I needed someone to understand. I slowly walked over to him and leaned on the counter right next to him, placing my head on his shoulder I sighed. And with that I was calmed, I wasn't in hell, I was alive and Dean was right beside me, both of us were suffering but we didn't have to be.

"I love you, Dean."

"I love you too y/n ."