BREAKING THOUGHTS
E/O Drabble Challenge WOW: soft
The soft touch made him flinch.
So far, it had been all slicing, dicing, and continuous pain. Nothing new. But this?
"Dean, wake up."
The tender voice prickled his senses and beckoned him closer.
"Dean."
Eyes fluttering open, he focused on the face before him and his heart panged with sorrow at the sight. "Nooo." Closing his eyes, he tried to pretend she wasn't real. That wasn't his mother. It just couldn't be.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
oooooooo
Alastaire smiled as he watched Dean fight and whimper.
"Any bets on when he'll break?" Meg asked gleefully.
"With his memories? A year. Tops."
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