This is a dream of what was.

It was July, and real July weather. The dogs moved about with their tongues hanging out or lay panting in bits of shade, while the farm horses sweated through their coats, flicked their tails and tried to kick the horse-flies off their bellies with great hind hooves. In the pasture fields, the cows could be seen galloping about with their tails swishing in the wind.
Jesse smiled sadly to himself.
Hanzo would've loved the sense of freedom that could be felt here.
Hanzo would've loved it.

This is a dream of what was.

A small mission, nothing dangerous.
An enemy sniper.
A virescent dragon.
Genji was vulnerable while sheathing his blade. Hanzo would not see his brother die, not again.
Hanzo stepped in front of Genji.

This is a dream of what was.

The enemy sniper fired, attempting to catch the cyborg off-guard.
They did not.

This is a dream of what was.

Hanzo remained upon the ledge, his body eerily still. Behind him, Genji suffered not a single scratch.

This is a dream of what was.

Then, slowly, he toppled to the side and crumpled on the floor by Jesse, a pool of blood forming beneath him at an alarming rate.

This is a dream of what was.

"No!" Jesse couldn't tell if it was Genji, Reinhardt, or himself who yelled out.

This is a dream of what was.

Genji had leapt to his fallen brother's side.

This is a dream of what was.

Reinhardt was charging towards the sniper with furious war cry.

This is a dream of what was.

All of it was futile.

This is a dream.

Wake me up.

This is a dream.

Wake me up, Hanzo.

This is a dream.

Hanzo's body remained unmoving, and Jesse did not wake up.

This is a dream.

Wake me up.

Wake me up.

Wake me up.

...

It was not a dream.

Jesse lamented the loss of his lover. He cried, he screamed, he quaked and trembled.
Although one man was shot, two men's lives were ruined.

This is a dream of what was.

A/N - sorry