How about K with Dean & Cas?
Sorry, this took so long.
K - On the edge of consciousness
The first time, Dean thinks itās just a dream. He wakes up and vaguely remembers a man. He doesnāt remember what he looked liked or who he was. Itās just a feeling.
He thinks he might have been in love with him. In the dream.
It makes him a little sad, that he doesnāt remember more.
The next morning, the feeling is even stronger and comes before Dean even really wakes. Itās actually more than a feeling. Itās a presence. When you know someoneās in the room with you and the fact fills you with comfort, safety. Dean rolls over and opens his eyes. Heās alone in the room. It takes him three cups of coffee but eventually he forgets about it.
Heās on the verge of falling asleep. The strange in-between when youāre aware of your surroundings, but your thoughts stop being under your control and drift into dream territory. Thatās when Dean hears someone saying his name. Itās soft, affectionate. It doesnāt sound like itās meant to wake him so he just smiles and finally succumbs to sleep.
When he thinks about it the next morning, itās a bit unsettling. He convinces himself it was just a play of a tired and lonely mind.
The next time is in the middle of the night. He knows heās not asleep because he knows heās in his bed. He also knows he canāt be entirely awake because there are strong arms wrapped around him and heās sure he went to bed alone. It should be scary but he feels no threat. Itās familiar, comfortable. Itās nice. Even though he doesnāt see the man thatās cuddling him, he knows he can trust him. He can feel soft lips brushing against his neck and fingers pressing into his skin and he knows itās not possible but it feels so good he canāt make himself do something to stop it.
The horror of it strikes in the morning. Thereās an incorporeal man in his house who cuddles with him at night. Or maybe heās going crazy.
He finds himself lying in bed, waiting for the apparition to come, but it never does, not until Deanās halfway asleep.
He feels a hand on his cheek, then running through his hair. He tries to catch it and is surprised when his fingers donāt go through thin air but actually wrap around a firm wrist.
"Who are you?" Dean asks. Heās not sure if he says it out loud or if he just thinks it very loudly.
"Castiel." Heās not sure if the deep voice really goes through his ears or if it just appears in his head.
I think I might be haunted Dean texts his brother in the morning. He doesnāt get a reply, which is weird, but he waits.
The man that isnāt really there holds him again that night. Dean lets it happen. Itās nice and heās lonely.
Thereās still no reply from his brother in the morning. Dean checks the message. It isnāt there, he never sent it. Frowning, he decides to call his brother instead. There are no saved contacts on his phone. They must have gotten deleted by some accident. Heāll ask at work if someone can revive them or if anybody has his brotherās number. He should be at work already anyway, itās getting late. And he hasnāt been at work for some time, has he?
Driving his car feels good. The streets are empty. No other cars, no people. Dean turns on the radio but all he gets is strange mechanical beeping. He turns it off.
Heās alone at work but thereās a car to work on so thatās what he does.
He knows that somethingās wrong, but he doesnāt want to think about it. Heās tired. He canāt wait to get on that edge of consciousness, he canāt wait for the man to come.
"Dean," he hears the soft deep voice. Thereās a lot of sadness in it. Tender lips touch his cheek. Dean lets out a pleased sigh. "Dean, come back to me. Come back, my love, I need you here."
Dean jerks awake and sits up on his bed. Heās alone.
Come back. Such a strange thing for the ghost to say. Back where? How? What nonsense.
Feeling shaky Dean gets up and walks down the stairs to get a glass of water from the kitchen. The house is so big. Was it always so big? Why does he live in such a big house all alone? Wasnāt there somebody else? His head hurts.Ā
He canāt find the kitchen, there are endless gray corridors instead. Panic slowly fills his mind and his chest tightens.Ā
He doesnāt want to be here, doesnāt want to be alone.Ā
He sees his bed even though he isnāt in his bedroom. He crawls back into it. Heās trembling, his breath is fast and shallow. Maybe itās just a nightmare. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays for the calming presence of the man.
His name was Castiel. Dean whispers it into the dark. A warm hand closes around his. He wants to sleep, but he hears the mechanical beeping again. He squeezes the hand back.
Heās in a hospital room.
The beeping is a heart monitor.
Thereās someone holding his hand.
"Cas," Dean croaks out, his throat hurts like he hasnāt been using it in a while.
"Dean!" His husband drops his forehead on their intertwined hands and sobs.
Itās hard to smile, but Dean tries. He lifts his free hand that feels like made of lead and places it as softly as he manages on top of Casā head.
"Iām back," he whispers, "you brought me back."
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