AN: For Sam because she is amazing and has done so much for me. Thank you. I love you.

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Dean tosses and turns beside Seamus, simultaneously reaching for something and pushing something away. Without hesitation, Seamus wraps his arms around him, not caring that Dean's knuckles crash against his chin, and there will probably be a bruise in the morning.

"Wake up, Dean," Seamus whispers, his lips moving over his boyfriend's cheek like he can kiss away the bad things. "Just a dream. Just a bad dream."

But he knows it's more than that.

Dean's eyes open slowly, and he pulls away. "Not a dream," he murmurs sleepily. "Memories."

Seamus wants to tell him that it's over now. He wants to pull Dean closer and whisper his little mantra about how the war has ended, and Dean doesn't have to worry anymore. But what good will it do?

If he tells Dean what he already knows, will he unsee Ted's death? Will the things the Snatchers had done to him suddenly fade into nonexistence? Just because the war is over, does that mean Dean's demons will turn to dust and let him sleep at night just once?

No.

And all Seamus can do is hold him close, praying that this inner war will come to an end soon.