Dream
I was woken up by Dean thrashing around on the bed, his face taught as a nightmare plagued him. He kicked and screamed, almost knocking me off the bed.
"Cas! Cas, no! No! Please…" Dean's voice was a pleading whimper and it sounded as if he was going to cry.
I finally got near enough to shake him, rousing him from his dream with a shout. He was trembling as I gathered him in my arms, gently rocking him back and forth. Dean was crying, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook, his face pressed into my chest.
"What happened, Dean? Tell me." My voice was soft and soothing as I stroked my fingers through his hair.
"I...It was…" He looked up at me with teary eyes, his breath stuttering as he inhaled. "You were on the ceiling and...and you were like…"
Dean stopped but he didn't need to continue. I realized that he had dreamt that I had died in the same fashion as his mother. I held him even closer, pressing kisses to the top of his head.
"Shh, Dean. it's okay. I've got you. I'm right here; I'm not going anywhere," I whispered against the top of his head, my heart breaking at the sight of the quivering hunter. Dean was so strong; tonight, though, he needed someone to be strong for him. And I was right there to take on the load.