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[nghtmarish]

@leagueofdccm

[hellcures]

scoutbrit​  /  𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙳.

it  was  the  last  thing  he  expected,  wasn’t  it?  lately,  former  man  of  letter’s  mind  had  been  something  of  a  whirlwind,  reeling  as  everything  seemed  to  come  together  all  too  fast.  a  few  short  weeks  ago,  he  had  nothing.  nothing  but  hunting  to  keep  his  mind  sharp.  now?  such  a  thing  was  almost  entirely  put  to  bed,  and  he  couldn’t  help  but  wonder    ——–    this  is  how  normal  people  live,  isn’t  it?  steady  job.  four  walls.  quiet  life.  certainly,  still  had  the  winchesters  on  speed  dial,  but  that  was  loyalty.  flat  still  looked  somewhat  bare  as  he  carefully  dodged  half  unpacked  box,  eyes  meeting  the  hunter’s  own  as  door  swung  open…  then  widened.  and  finally,  smiled.  “  no    ——–    not  at  all!  ”  a  beat  before  he  realised,  and  was  quick  to  step  aside.  “  come  in,  come  in    ——–    fancy  a  cuppa?  ”

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒����𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑,   but it isn’t until the term   cuppa   comes into the picture and a genuine,   breathy chuckle flies right out of her mouth that she experiences mick’s talent to lift her spirits to its full,   glorious   extent.   he had no idea how much his enthusiastic welcome meant to her right at that moment,   and yet,   she took a mental note to at least tell him   that  later.   ❛   yeah,   i’d like that.   ❜   corners of her lips tug into a soft grin,   feet stepping inside the brand new apartment   —   curious hazel eyes wandered around the space,   so full of promise and   fresh energy,   that of a   new beginning.   hopefully,   her more recurring than fashionable visits to his workplace wouldn’t backfire and keep her from being a part of it.   ❛   place is looking   great.   i would’ve brought a scented candle or something as a housewarming gift,   i just didn’t really   —   plan   this.   ❜   words are moderately heavy with unspoken weight,   air emptying her lungs in the form of a quiet exhale,   heels turning to face mick as the pent-up emotions that were bursting at her seams tied a knot in her throat.   you’re about to share the gloomier,   darker corners of your psyche with this man,   those corrupted by deeply-rooted abandonment and subsequent self-worth issues,   without he so much even   asking for it   —   there’s no sugarcoating it.   just pull the damn band-aid off for him to see.    TRUST HE WON’T TURN AWAY AT WHAT HE FINDS.   TRUST   HIM.     ❛   i don’t even know where to start explaining it to you.   ❜

[hellcures]

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄, lana figured it’d be best if she followed his lead and got some much-needed sleep, but she didn’t want to put the book down until she had every angle of this lore handled.  ❛ g'night, sleep well. ❜ as she was about to turn off the light, she couldn’t bring herself to close the book shut.  not yet.  it was bad enough she was a rookie hunter working a pretty high-stake case, she couldn’t afford any surprises blowing up in both her or her  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓'𝒔  faces. if anything happened to dean because of her inexperience, she would never be able to forgive herself, so she kept reading between yawns and motel coffee refills until she was confident enough that wouldn’t happen. 

little did she know about the  𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍  universe being fabricated by wishes and hidden desires just a few inches away from her.  his soft hand covered the back of hers, the tender physical link serving as a perfect metaphor for the emotional bond blooming between them, their breathing becoming more  𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒄  with every second they spent in such close proximity. ❛ okay, what is it? ❜ hazel eyes glowed in the room’s dim lighting, as her thumb softly caressed the back of dean’s hand, before whispering to him reassuringly.  ❛ you know you can tell me anything. ❜

@hellcures​ gets a plotted starter !

      dean lowered the volume of the tv as he sat on the bed across from it.        ‘  –  alright, i’m beat.  ’    he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger as he informed that it was time for him to drift to sleep.  he glanced at lana who sat on her own bed before he turned to his side to fall asleep.  they had a long day ahead of them, and he knew it’d be wise to get a decent  shuteye.     ‘  g’night. ’   dean was the kind of person who would fall asleep within minutes upon deciding to do so and awake by the slightest noise. hence, he entered the realm of dream space  relatively soon, as he began to see flashes from his memory   –   it was all blurry, before his vision directed its focus on one thing   –  one person.  lana.  they were already having a discussion.  it seemed that dean had intruded when he gained access to his own dream.  they were in the same motel room   –  or was it a different one?  the wallpaper wasn’t the same.    ‘  i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something for a while  …  ’      he heard himself speak as he addressed the girl in his dream.  he was holding her hand, and he made it seem to effortless.  he squeezed it lightly ; he looked so sincere.  dean had yet to pinpoint the nature of their conversation, but he had picked up on the tone, and the more time he had to think about it, the more easily he would begin to realize what was happening before his eyes …