My muse has just woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “Ssh, you’re okay” to calm and comfort them.
Dean’s shaking when he wakes, face flushed and damp with sweat and tears. He’s aware of arms around him, but it takes a good thirty seconds to realize it’s Bucky holding him.Â
He gives the tiniest of noises of his distress. curling in against him in a ball, heart pounding and clothes soaked through. He hasn’t had one of these nightmares in awhile, but they always end like this.
He curls his fingers into Buck’s shirt, inhaling the familiar scent of his best friend and recently boyfriend, shuddering.
“Don’t let him take me away...” he whispers, mind still in that irrational set that dreams bring on.