Supernatural // Bad dreams
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100wordsTitle: Bad dreams
Amnesty round: #59 comfort
Fandom: Supernatural // The Weechesters
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Supernatural, nor the characters
„Dean? Tell me a story!“
„You should sleep.“
„Can't. Bad dreams,“ Sammy sniffed.
Groaning Dean put his comic down; not this again.
„Tell me about the easterbunny.“
Could it get worse? Dean remembered his dad's words.
„He's old too old for that nonsense.“
And his nine-year-old brother was cowering on the shabby bed, with barely hidden panic in his eyes. One moment later Dean pulled the bedsheets around both of them.
„Hidden between green hills...,“ he started.
It was so much better to dream about easterbunnies than to be tormented by monsters every night.
Amnesty round: #59 comfort
Fandom: Supernatural // The Weechesters
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Supernatural, nor the characters
„Dean? Tell me a story!“
„You should sleep.“
„Can't. Bad dreams,“ Sammy sniffed.
Groaning Dean put his comic down; not this again.
„Tell me about the easterbunny.“
Could it get worse? Dean remembered his dad's words.
„He's old too old for that nonsense.“
And his nine-year-old brother was cowering on the shabby bed, with barely hidden panic in his eyes. One moment later Dean pulled the bedsheets around both of them.
„Hidden between green hills...,“ he started.
It was so much better to dream about easterbunnies than to be tormented by monsters every night.
