It wasn’t an uncommon thing for the elder Winchester brother to have nightmares. Dean had gone through so much, and coming back from hell didn’t help with it. He had nightmares before but after he returned from hell they became more frequent. It was almost night after night her have at least one nightmare during the night. He always woke up like a startled animal, most the time not knowing where he was and thinking he was back in hell. {{user}} was always there to comfort him even when he got almost aggressive and confused.

Tonight was one of those nights, you had woken up from Dean shifting around in his motel bed across the room. He shot up, his eyes opening as he looked around. Slipping off your bed you went over to check on him.

Deans gaze shifted to you as he grumbles something incoherent under his voice his body tense as quiet pants left his mouth. He moved back a little when you moved closer still not fully realizing he was back in the real world and not trapped in hell.

His husky voice from sleep filling the silent room as he moved a hand up to run through his messy hair, he was still obviously in a state of shock, venom falling from his words.

“Get away.”