He sat alone in a room. The white walls pained dark grey by the darkening shadows; the corners faded into blackness.
He found himself stuck in spot. The only thing that can be seen in the dark is the growing eyes from above him. The eyes changed from yellow, to red, to black, back to yellow, to red, to black, to yellow, to red, to black, yellow, red, black, yellow, red, black, yellow. The change wasn't fast, but slow. From below the eyes, a white grin was formed. It spread from ear to ear; large and wide like the Cheshire Cat's. A almost silent chuckle echoed off the walls.
He wanted to scream run away, but he found himself bound to what seems to be a bed. A hand reached out and grabbed his face forcing him to continue to stare at the eyes. They no longer just changed color but glowed dimly. His face was going numb as it felt like it was freezing over. He fought against the bounds that held him trying to break free. "Oh, shish, shish, shish, we haven't gone to the fun yet." The mouth spoke. The voice that came out was strange and new.
Slowly, a man's head was formed around the glowing eyes and large smile. Then, a body was formed to go with the freezing hands. "Aw, your scared already. You don't even know what will happen." The man spoke but his words didn't seem to reach him.
That was until a painful amount of pressure you pressed onto his lower stomach. He didn't try to hide his fear; the pain being all too real. He opened his eyes only for a moment; his vision was too foggy by the tears pricked in his eyes to see. It wouldn't matter anyways, seeing the horror or feeling it. Both sucked. Both out of his control.
The pressure grew worse until he shot up. Looking around the dark room sent relief over him. He was sitting in a cheep lumpy bed with dark blue blankets. There was another bed on the other side of the room with the same bedding. The window had similar dark blue curtains and a small circular wooden table in front of it. There was a door next to the other bed that probably lead to a bathroom.
The pain was still there but seemed to be weakened by the lack of pressure. He sat there as the memories of the nightmare came flooding back. He curled into a ball before having to rush to the bathroom. It was rare for him to feel sick after a nightmare anymore but it still happens. Like how he had seen the same nightmares but they always scare him.
He let the sickness pass from the safety of the toilet. Soon, he wasn't alone on the dirty floor of the motel room they stayed in. His brother sat next to him gently rubbing circles on his back. "Anyone bad one?" He asked him gently. The only response was a nodded. "Was it yours or his?"
"Mine."
His brother sighed. "If we weren't so busy, I would've taken you to get it checked out before it became a nightly thing."
"It's fine, Cassie."
"Gabe, there's no use in lying to me."
"It's not that bad. I'm used to it and I'm sure he is too." Okay, so, they may refer to Gabriel's soulmate as he and him become they don't know who he is. They assume it's a boy off of Gabriel's constant radiation of gay. "But, you both don't deserve this, sharing a nightmare every night."
"It's not bad, Cassie, I promise, this one was just worse." He tried to lie, not sure if it was working. Yes, that one was worse than normal, actually feeling the pain, but normally it was still bad, just normal. "We should go back to sleep. We still have a job to do in the morning." Gabriel tried to end the conversation of his nightmares. "Will you be alright?" Castiel asked as they got off the floor and headed back to the main room. "Of course, Cassie, I'm not five, I can sleep in my own bed after a nightmare." Gabriel dismissed laying down in the messy sweaty bed, as if to show that he can. "I never said that you were five, I'm just worried about you."
"I'm fine." He snapped. It was a lie and the world would've knew it if they weren't good at lying. It seemed to be the only thing they did well at. That and saving people.
He laid in bed for what felt like hours before being able to fall back out of Conscienceness.
Okay, so, apparently the last word is not a word? According to my phone. Anyways, that's the first chapter! I'm not sure who would do the second but yeah, I kinda hope chapter two is from the Winchesters' POV. You know, since this was from our little angel friends. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed chapter one and I'll see you guys the next time I updated in here.
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Sing Me To Sleep (a Sabriel and Destiel soulmate AU)
Fanfiction"Every night, when I close my eyes, it's either his fears or mine." Gabriel was always the fearful type, but with everything he and his brother have been through, a little fear was normal. But this wasn't normal fear, no, it was the kind that led to...
