This is a prompt piece for Megstiel week on tumblr. The prompt was from a Michelle Smith poem...
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And I am caught in the dreamscape-prison of valleys and mountains, vines and heavens.
Her dreams started out as hope. Her little tree topper would swoop in and save her from this place, wherever this place was. She knew it wasn't Hell. She was still on Earth, underground (literally). However, Crowley's little bitches made damn sure it felt like Hell. Using tools and such in almost every inch of her body. But her hope kept her tough as nails (as tough as the ones they used on her). For six months, she hoped and prayed (to both Her God and his) for that cloud hopper to get his pure righteous ass out of Purgatory and save her. Then, as the months passed by, her hope slowly turned into fantasy; not like the ones housewives get over their not so legal babysitters (although she did make up few scenarios where she would reward her angel in shining armor). Surprisingly enough, her dreams were almost innocent; dreams of him holding her in his arms until the pain went away. Whenever her torturers would take a break from her, she would slip and…
Forevermore, I will dream dreams that scatter at the dawn shatter at the singing of the lark.
… Meg's eyes opened slowly, as she heard screaming from outside her door. Must be some party, she thought. The door was forced off its hinges and a tall figure in a stained trench coat charged into the room. His bright blue eyes found her dark brown ones, and relief poured into them. Meg then laughed and sobbed.
"You're not him," she giggled as a tear (the first one she has shed since she was captured) ran down her cheek. "You're just another dream. The real Cas… he's not coming for me. Seriously he's a fucking angel and I'm worthless. I'm nothing. I'm…"
She stopped as two soft fingers touched her forehead and her world went black…
I will dream only to wake far from this place and despair as I fail to remember how thirst burns
… She woke up and groaned, expecting to see Curly, Larry and Moe at the ready with their tools. But instead, she found herself in a large and comfy bed, inside a very large bedroom. Meg sat up, absolutely confused. Then the doors creaked and a redhead, who looked like she belonged in the Geek Squad, slipped in holding a tray of food. Meg took a peak inside her and saw a human soul. The girl saw Meg sitting, and beamed.
"Oh good, you're awake," she said. "Um, I hope you like Cheerios and-"
"And who the fuck are you?" Meg demanded and the girl jumped back in fear.
"Um, er… Charlie," she stuttered as she placed the tray on the nightstand. "Charlie Bradbury. Um, I'm just gonna… tell the guys you're awake."
Charlie nearly sprinted out of the room as Meg tried to process her last words. The guys? No way she meant-
Then she heard a flutter of wings next to her. Meg turned her head and saw Cas standing over her. This isn't real, she told herself as he sat himself on the bed. This isn't- he cupped her cheek and a sudden warmth spread through Meg's body. She chocked back a sob as Cas pulled her into an embrace.
"It's real, Meg," he whispered through her hair. "You're safe… Are you still hurt?"
Meg giggled, brushed her lips to his ear, and purred, "Shut up."
The End…
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