Fics like Dreams in Fiction

“I’ve been having these dreams,” Dean said, lowering his voice as if the two occupants in the next room could potentially hear him through the floral wallpapered walls. “About, uh, Cas.” Mary, bless her, had the good sense to know how easy it would be to spook her son in this moment, so she just blinked her eyes and was quiet, waiting for him to continue. “He, uh,” he swallowed. “I don’t think it’s him, really. It doesn’t seem like him. Or it is him, just different versions of him?” “Is he hurting you, Dean?” Her voice was delicate, like she was stepping out onto a frozen lake, cautious of the thickness of the ice. “Hurting me? No, no - nothing like that.” “Nothing like that?” she repeated, an inflection to her voice, an eyebrow raised. “Nothing like that,” he confirmed dejectedly and turned away, staring back up at the ceiling, now taking great interest in the water stain puckered in the popcorn. “Oh,” she breathed, letting the information settle.

Fics like Dreams in Fiction

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