Imagine Castiel meeting you in your dream.

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Being a Winchester, you've seen your fair share of horrors. Of course, it also helps that you've been to hell. You and Dean went at the same time in fact. He made a deal with a crossroads demon, and you were just unlucky enough to have been killed by Lilith the same day.  

Then, some angel came and raised you and Dean from 'perdition'. 

But, living with the memory of hell and the terrible things that happened there isn't an easy thing to do. So far, Dean's done an amazing job at pretending to have forgotten his experience down there, and you've been doing your hardest to follow his example. 

No matter how excellent you are at disguising the pain during the day, you can't hide from it at night. 

Dreams of hell and torture haunt your sleeping hours. Luckily, Dean and Sam haven't noticed. You keep waking up drenched in sweat, biting  your fist in order to stop from screaming.

You just wish the dreams would stop. 

But they don't. They just keep coming every time you close your eyes. 

Another sigh escapes your lips as you enter the motel room. You throw your purse onto the floor and sit on the bed. 

"Can't we head out right away?" You ask your brothers.

Dean shakes his head, "No, Y/n. I need sleep, Sam needs sleep. You need sleep too." 

"C'mon Dean! If you're too tired then I'll drive!" 

"No. Now, go to bed and I don't want to hear any more complaining." 

With a sour look directed at Dean, you go into the washroom and brush your teeth. You change into your pyjamas and slink into bed. Sam takes the other bed and Dean takes the cot. 

You listen to your brother's breathing as it evens out. Soon, they're sleeping peacefully while you stare at the ceiling with trepidation.

An hour passes and finally you sleep. 

The same dreams come to you. Dreams of fire, pain, death, and misery. They leave you gasping and begging to be woken up. 

With a jolt, you wake up in the dark motel room. The bright red light from the alarm clock informs you that it's only four o'clock. Shuddering, you wrap yourself in the blanket and try to erase the memories out of your mind. 

You drift off again only to be haunted by the screams of hell. Waking up again, you stifle a sob and plant your face into the pillow. 

"Y/n, you alright?" Sam asks you, concern in his voice. 

You swallow, "I'm fine. Just had a bad sleep is all."

He doesn't believe you, but you couldn't care less anymore. You pack up and head off to the next job. After the hunt, you find yourself in the same predicament. 

In a last effort, you pray to have a good dream for once. 

Then, your eyes flutter closed and you expect to have the same sort of nightmare. This time though, it's different. 

You stand in a meadow, waist deep in grass and various flowers. You smile. Reaching dow, you pluck a pretty f/c blossom and stroke it's soft petals. You bring it to your nose and inhale its heavenly scent. 

The sun beams down on the meadow, bringing happiness to this little piece of heaven. 

"You like it here." A low voice reaches your ears, causing the smile to disappear from your face. 

You turn around and look at Castiel. His black hair sticks up at the front in an adorable way, his head tilted to the side the slightest bit. 

"Yes, I do," you say wistfully.

He nods, and idly picks a f/c flower as he slowly walks to you. You smile again as you see a doe walk through the meadow with its little baby. 

Turning back to Cas, you blush under his stare. "Did you do this?"

"I heard your prayers. You wanted to have a good dream, so here it is." 

"That was nice of you." 

He tilts his head to the side again, causing you to smirk. He smiles a bit bashfully. "This was nothing."

"Not to me." You walk to him and take his had in yours. You actually have his handprint on your wrist where Cas held you when he saved you from hell. 

"Thanks Cas," you whisper and hug him.

It's awkward at first, probably because he's never hugged anyone before. But then, he relaxes and wraps his arms around you. 

"It's my pleasure," he replies with a smile.