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Dean Redding has never known a day of peace.

Even after being separated from his psycho-dad when he was twelve, Dean can't help but feel guilty, for all that he'd seen as a child but couldn't report.

It's not his fault. He knows that.

But he doesn't believe it.

Dean's been having nightmares again recently, ever since this new case surrounding his father's copycat has opened up, and it always goes the same:

His dad leads him to the shed in the backyard, opens the door, and—

Dean wakes up.

Every time.

One day Dean mentioned it to you in passing. That night, you crept into his room with a book, sat on Dean's bed by a lamp, and read to him until he was able to sleep peacefully.

It's become a routine.

A week in, and you've finished off two books. You're starting the third tonight, getting into your positions and basking in the simplistic comfort of each other's presence.

Dean's drifting off, but he furrows his eyebrows all the same as you read off something he doesn't quite get.

"Wait, how did she get a rabbit?" Dean asks, opening one eye to look at you from his spot at the head of the bed.