Lisa woke with a start. All seemed calm in the room, but after a few months with Dean she knew how deceptive that calm was. Dean twitched, no doubt that was what had woken her. He often stumbled into bed long after she was asleep, hoping the less he slept the less he would dream. They always found him though. He no longer thrashed or cried but he twitched, and that made her just as alert as if he had screamed. She laid her hand gentle on his chest, praying silently.
"Please, he saved the world, just let him sleep."