Chloe POV:

My mind refused to stop all thoughts of what happened that day. So it was easy to say that I wasn't getting any sleep that night. Dean was sprawled out on the recliner across from me with his head leaned back and mouth slightly agape, which made me laugh considering we were talking only moments beforehand. And then there was the mysterious, blonde-haired stranger that sat adjacent from me, watching me intently as I struggled to catch a single "z".

"You know, Cas. You don't have to keep your eyes on me all night. It was really just a figure of speech." I spoke blatantly with my eyes still closed.

He shuffled, "I-I thought you were asleep."

I smirked, "Good. That's what I wanted you to think."

There was another beat of silence as I attempted, again, to hopefully cure my temporary insomnia.

But he spoke again with a little more shyness to his voice, "What's it like?" he asked.

"What's what like?"

"Sleep."

I slowly opened my eyes and scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, "You don't sleep?"

He shook his head, "Or eat." He paused in contemplation, "Actually, I don't really do anything remotely human. Us angels don't particularly need it."

"Well, personally, I think you're blessed," I commented, "But, if you're really that curious..." I thought for a moment, trying to find a good analogy so he could understand easily.
"Oh, okay. Well, you're an angel, correct? And since you healed me, I'm guessing you have some kind of power. Right?"

He nodded.

"Do you ever use up most of it and just feel... Drained?"

He speculated at what I was trying to say and nodded again, "Yes. I do know that feeling."

"Okay, well, sleeping is kind of like that little pick-me up. You go to bed feeling so drained and exhausted, but once you're out it's like this automatic quick fix." He slowly blinked at me, "... Are you still with me, Cas?"

"Yes," he confirmed, "You are trying to say that sleep is like an action that refills your power source to its full potential."

"Yeah," I agreed, "Something like that." I nestled my head back into the green couch pillow, "But my favorite part about sleeping is the fact that it's the birthplace of all dreams. It's the stage for something so magical, fanciful, and surreal to occur; anything upon your wildest desires. Like a land full of candy or-"

"Why would a person wish for candy out of all things?" he questioned, "If I were them, I would wish for an open field filled with butterflies and bees..," He stopped mid description almost as if he did it for dramatic effect, "With their bright colors contrasting with the bright blue sky."

I inadvertently smiled at that. Cas liked nature. The fact that he was so fascinated by the simplest things in life that we often took for granted made me feel a sense of warmth and joy in my heart. I glanced at him, "Maybe that would be your dream then."

"Yes..." he said almost in reminiscence, as if he has been human before.

That thought posed a question, "Cas? How do you become an angel?" I asked with a yawn.

He chuckled (which was an odd sound coming from something that seemed like it lacked ability to show proper emotion), "I think it's time for you to get some rest." He said as he touched my forehead. And by then, I was out like a light.

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I was in an open field. Once enveloped in lush, green grass and colorful dandelions. Then, some butterflies past by as I watched them swiftly float up into the sun lit sky. It was a bright blue, freckled with puffy, white clouds.

"Chloe!" I heard someone call to me, "Chloe!"

I instinctively turned around to the voice and involuntarily grinned.

“Would you mind helping me with this?” He asked while struggling with our picnic supplies.

I giggled, “Of course.”

I took the blanket and laid it on the surface of the open field. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember how.

He let out an exasperated breath as he set everything else down, “Damn you walk fast.” A smirk played across his lips as he joined me on the old, red plaid blanket.

“So what’s on the menu, Chef Styles?”

“I’m glad you asked, Miss Thompson,” he replied as he proceeded to look through the basket, “How about two peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches?”

I gasped melodramatically, “So gourmet! I’m impressed.” I jokingly responded as he tossed a sandwich my direction.

“And who could forget some grapes?” Showcasing the bag with sarcastic splendor, I applauded him.

“Are you trying to impress me or something? Because it’s definitely working.”

He cocked his head to the side, “That obvious, huh?” He commented as he gave that famous crooked grin that I loved way too much.

“A little.” I glanced towards the sandwich bag as I opened it, but when I looked back up, something was different.

Dean’s head was facing the ground and his curly fringe was covering his wide green eyes.

“Dean?” I asked, concerned, “Are you alright, babe?”

I slowly reached out to touch him; my hands shaking in fear. This wasn't him. And there was a sort of… darkness to him.

“Dean?” I repeated. My hand was about to caress his cheek when his head snapped up in an unusual horror.
I shrieked at the top of my lungs and shrunk back in fear as black orbs started to stare back into my soul, replacing his bright green ones.

The being controlling him contorted his lips into a malicious smile, “Dean? Dean?” It mocked, “Sorry to burst your bubble but Dean is long gone.”

“I don’t believe you!” I screamed back at it, “Dean! I know you can hear me! Fight it!”

But it was no use. The entity wiggled his pointer finger from side to side in admonishment, “Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't do that, dearie. I have Dean locked away somewhere safe in this…” it looked down in disgust, “Meat suit.”

My fear was quickly turning into rage each time it opened its mouth, “What do you want?!” I shouted, “Money? Power?” I paused, “What do you want with me?!”

It proceeded to stoke its chin, “Power is a part of it.” He took my face into his hands, examining me from side to side. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. “But what we’re after is much more… important.” The corners of Dean’s lips pulled back, showing his bright, white teeth.
I couldn't watch it just use him like a puppet... but I was helpless and hopeless.

I finally pulled myself away as I unwillingly watched this horrendous monster possess my boyfriend.

“Leave him alone!” I pleaded.

“Or what…? What will you do to me, Chloe? You have no leverage.” The demon gave a maniacal laugh. But as he did, he did something that I could never erase from my memory. The action was so disturbing and unsettling... that words alone couldn't do the description justice.

He started to break each one of Dean’s bones. One. By one. By one. Starting with his hands, neck, ankles…


“No!” I screamed, “NO!” Tears were spilling from my eyes as I watched him break bit by bit; the cracks and sounds coming from his bones having a similar effect on my heart. The view was excruciating and horrifying as the monster kept the same, creepy smirk on his face. “Why are you doing this?!” I asked through the sobs and the tears. “Why are you doing this?!”
As I echoed and rocked myself, trying to escape the image; my body refused to move from its spot. It was frozen as the bones… kept breaking… one by one.

I couldn't run.

I couldn't escape.


My sobs turned into hysterical crying, screaming Dean’s name as the torture continued.

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Time passed slowly as I was curled in a ball with my arms wrapped around me, hopeless. The resonating sound of bones breaking continued on when I saw a light appear from behind me. With the light, the cracking stopped. I glanced up through tear soaked vision to see a figure in the distance; a figure in a trench coat.

The tears kept falling and streaming down my face as the light blinded me, and before I knew it, I was being shook awake by Castiel and Dean.


I shrieked as I saw the image of Dean, but then realized that I was no longer contained in my nightmare.

“Chloe, it’s okay.” He soothed as I squirmed under his touch, “Sh, sh. It’s okay.”

Castiel was the next to talk, “It looks like I’ll have to monitor your dreams too..," he sighed as his eyes shifted, examining me, "Are you okay?”

I covered my face with my hands. I don’t remember how or what started it… But I began to bawl, letting the tears roll down my cheeks. And before I knew it, I was wrapped in the musk of Dean’s skin.
I leaned myself into him, letting his body envelope mine.

Castiel sat on the coffee table, studying my face. It was odd because his visage showed great concern.

Cas was an angel who didn’t express much, so...

Was he really that worried about me?

“You… you were breaking in front on me.” I mumbled into his shirt as my eyes stayed glued to the floor.

“What, Chloe? What do you mean?”

I closed my eyes and allowed one more tear to fall onto his already soaked sleeve, “You were possessed and the demon… He broke your bones, Dean. And I was helpless… terrified…" The tears I was trying to hold back threatened me as I whispered the next sentence, "The worst part was that I don’t know if he was enjoying your pain the most or mine.”

He looked into my face, obviously seeing the pain and the hurt that this night terror was causing me. He then wrapped me in a tight embrace again as he turned to Castiel and said, “We can’t let this happen again.”

The angel gave a small nod and spoke in a barely audible voice,

“Agreed.”

Notes

Hey guys!

I know.. I know. I've been super busy. I'm behind in my studies and I haven't really had time to write.

BUT! I did write this (hopefully super long) chapter for you guys to help suffice the antsiness.

I don't know when I will be able to write again--- But I have a lot in store :)

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