AN: A little drabble set between seasons 3 and 4.
Happy is the Worst…
I dreamt of you again last night you know... I spent the rest of the night sobbing into my pillow, for what seems like the millionth time. It was a happy dream. But really, they're the worst. Worse than watching you ripped apart by hell hounds. Worse than imagining what you're going through in hell. Because they remind me of what I lost...that sounds really selfish. Doesn't It? But the happy dreams...they make me remember and for a few blissful moments, I think it's real. That you are real. That you're with me. Alive and well...and happy. We're together. And then I wake up and it takes about 2 seconds for it all to come crashing down on me...I don't want to sleep. I don't want to go on…
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