[ It's a losing battle, Dean sees it now. He still isn't really sure why he's been 'chosen', what this is really all about - but he knows he's in deep shit when he sees the butt of the gun come down, that last little flickering flame of hope snuffed out.
The lights go dark and that's it for a while. It's a dreamless state at first, but sunlight filtered through glass dances over closed eyelids, and Dean dreams of a childhood memory yellowed by sunlight and age, running through cornfields, grain silos glinting in the distance. Fallen stalks crunch under pounding feet, laughter in the distance in the shape of his mother.
His leg hurts, though. So does his arm. It all hurts a lot, and little Dean looks down, because he doesn't remember this part, holds a hand up in horror because it's slick with blood. ]
Ow, [ Dean groans, dragged from the happy memory, pulled out of his childhood and back into harsh reality that probably has no good end. It hurts, and he opens his eyes and immediately tries to jerk away, panic flaring, kicking his tied legs in Castiel's general direction. ]
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The lights go dark and that's it for a while. It's a dreamless state at first, but sunlight filtered through glass dances over closed eyelids, and Dean dreams of a childhood memory yellowed by sunlight and age, running through cornfields, grain silos glinting in the distance. Fallen stalks crunch under pounding feet, laughter in the distance in the shape of his mother.
His leg hurts, though. So does his arm. It all hurts a lot, and little Dean looks down, because he doesn't remember this part, holds a hand up in horror because it's slick with blood. ]
Ow, [ Dean groans, dragged from the happy memory, pulled out of his childhood and back into harsh reality that probably has no good end. It hurts, and he opens his eyes and immediately tries to jerk away, panic flaring, kicking his tied legs in Castiel's general direction. ]
Stop it! Stop touching me, you freak--!