Characters: Zoe Mitchell/Dean Winchester
Summary: Zoe and Dean both have nightmares.
Disclaimer: I created Zoe. Nothing else.
Comments: Go for it. =)
A black void was all she could see.
Darkness completely surrounded her, and she was completely alone. Voices drifted past her - Ryan’s, Dean’s, Sam’s - but she couldn’t make out a word of what they were saying. “I want to find you…” she whispered, too afraid to speak louder yet afraid of not being heard.
All Zoe could feel was the prickling on the back of her neck, the feeling that something bad was behind her. It was the kind of feeling she got when she met someone possessed by a demon, but she couldn’t see it. Darkness was all around her and someone or something was coming.
Zoe woke with a gasp, sitting up and pulling the blanket around herself. Heart pounding, she glanced around and took in her surroundings. Dingy motel room. Curtains drawn, door shut. The clock read 2:37. She could hear Dean’s quiet breathing as he lay next to her.
Barely two days after she and Sam had parted ways after Dean’s death, the nightmares had started. Dreams of watching people she loved die - people like her brother Ryan, and Dean, and even her father once or twice. Dreams of Sam turning his back on her, or of his eyes turning black as a demon’s. But more often than not it was just the nightmare of being alone in the dark, with some unknown evil surrounding her.
She’d thought they would have stopped. She thought they would have ended when Dean came back from hell, and when she, Dean, and Sam were traveling together again. She leaned against the wall behind her and pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes, trying not to cry so she wouldn’t wake Dean.
Finally Zoe wiped her eyes and looked over at Dean, who was lying next to her, and was surprised to see that he was awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Can’t sleep either, huh?” he whispered.
Zoe shook her head. “I haven’t slept in four months, Dean,” she said, her voice cracking.
Dean’s lips tightened and he nodded.”I haven’t slept since - well - you know.” Without another word he held out an arm and Zoe curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arm tightly across his chest. Dean put his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head lightly. “We’ll be okay,” he muttered, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than Zoe.
Zoe closed her eyes as Dean’s arms tightened around her, feeling like maybe she would sleep well for the first time in months. “Are you going to be able to sleep?” she asked quietly, already drifting off.
“Hmm.” Dean pressed his cheek against the top of her head. “Yes….I actually think so.”