I know I said this was a one-shot, but I couldn't resist writing a tad from Dean's perspective later on. So here goes nothing XD

Dean's been having these recurring dreams. They're weird and haunting and divine all once, and every time he wakes up he feels like sobbing.

And Dean doesn't cry.

It's always the same. He's all alone in the depths of god-knows-where. Some sort of horrid trench where the voices are screams of agony. It smells like dried blood and rotting corpses and he doesn't want to breath but when he does breathe he feels like gagging.

Then there's a light and a burning sensation on his shoulder and everything is surreal. Happiness comes in waves, and it feels fresh like spring. Not that he's ever really experienced spring.

And then there's a man in a shabby trenchcoat and he's looking at Dean like Dean is the only person on this planet that has ever seen him. And not just seen him but really seen him, through and through.

The man smiles, and it makes Dean want to laugh and cry all at once.

Then he wakes up. Before he can place any of it, it slips away. It's on the tip of his tongue, the edge of his mind, and then it's gone.

The funny thing is, he always finds his hand on his shoulder and his throat burning that fiery feeling when you're about to cry.