Supernatural: Fears
A/N: I have returned once again and I hope you all are enjoying my stories.
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DEAN: FEAR
Dean rarely admitted that he was scared of anything, but when Sam revealed that he was having dreams about their old home, plus had repeated nightmares about Jessica dying several days prior to it actually happening, he'd been more scared in those few seconds than he'd been in a very long time; he'd been shocked when they discovered that their mom's spirit was still in the house and had been equally confused when she had told Sam that she was sorry, wondering if that had anything to do with Sam's strange dreams that were coming true, and had later teased him about when they had been investigating a haunted asylum, only to later be shot by their little brother with a gun full of rock salt.
That case hadn't been one of Dean's favorites, and neither had the one with the pagan god chasing after him and Liz while possessing a scarecrow of all things, but had been grateful when Sam, after storming off to find their dad in California, came back to save their asses from said scarecrow. Almost dying from a damaged heart hadn't been fun either, and Dean had been pissed when he and Liz learned how a preacher named Roy was healing people.
He'd been frighten when the reaper, which was being controlled by Roy's wife, Sue Ann, came after both him and Liz, but they hadn't run, and he was certain they were going to die, but Sam saved their lives yet again. Yeah, he claimed to never be scared, but he was nearly every day and he buried it with each case they worked.
A/N: Sometimes it's good to admit you're scared of something instead of keeping inside. R&R everyone!