hello, dean. what were you dreaming about?

[venatical]

Who: Dean Winchester and you!
When: Day 86-88
Where: Dreamland.
What: Dean goes to sleep with the intention of getting back to that city, which leads to some potential for lucid dreaming! Check the comments for scenarios. If you want something specific, let me know!

Warnings: Blood, light gore, talk of torture.

Comments

[foundacause]

It's probably just the dream scenario or maybe, just maybe he fancies her just a teeny tiny bit. There's no shame in it. Sam checked out her other meatsuit; no reason why Dean shouldn't check out this one. Besides, he's already sampled the goods.

Besides, who says she hasn't dreamed of a happy apple pie life? What, just because she's a demon it's supposed to be torture and pain the whole time? Oh wait, right. It is supposed to be torture and pain... try telling that to that slither of humanity inside her that seems to be growing instead of withering.

"I'm just in it for the beer and the free food." And the happy apple pie life.

[venatical]

The goods were pretty good; he won't deny that. He'd have to be pretty desperate or hit with a cupid arrow to go for those goods again though, otherwise Jo or Ellen might disown him forever. If they ever caught wind of it anyway. And how would Cas feel about any of that?

There are other reasons too, obviously. Demon, came after him and his family a bunch... All... that in the way of hitting her up for another good night. Dean's not that horny these days anymore anyway; it's not that important to him. They had a wild ride, and they're mature enough to leave it there, right? Right.

"You're a dream mooch." He says it like it's the worst insult ever and then takes a drink of his beer. Hey, that's one thing this dream has right.

[foundacause]

Cas could join in. And Jo and Ellen can go fuck themselves. Seriously. Meg has tried offering the olive branch but they seem to refuse to let the little matter of Jo's death drop. It's not like Meg killed her really. She was just following orders and let the hounds out to chase Dean. What did Jo expect to happen if she got in it's way? That it'd roll over for tummy rubs?

"I've been called worse. And hey, you have beer. You've seen my dreams. Bit dry on the alcohol front."

[venatical]

It did just happen, and Dean's not sure how to explain that it's, uh, been a while since they died. It's no less sad, obviously, but he's had to adapt and figure out how to live in the time since. He doesn't really believe in a demon changing their spots, but -- well, Ruby set off his alarm bells constantly.

He laughs low and breathy, then looks out over at Sam again.

"This is definitely one of the good dreams. I have plenty that don't look much different from yours." He turns back to her with a thin smile, and then raises his beer.

"Maybe we should be more thankful of this one while we've got it."

[foundacause]

It's probably a good job that Dean doesn't let down his guard completely because well, she is a demon and she's all about looking after number one. And maybe one day she would be fighting against him rather than with him again-- oh wait, no she won't because back in the outside world she has an angel blade in her gut to buy Sam time to save Dean and Cas...

"Yeah well, what can I say? Torture in Hell kinda sticks with you." She much prefers being on the other side of the rack.

"And by the way - for the record - Sam was a cute kid." Cute adult too, if you liked oversized moose. But really, Ruby had been all over that and Meg really didn't want her cast-offs. She's been inside Sam though, so she probably knows him better than a lot of people and she knows all about the crapload of baggage he carries with him. She can only imagine Dean carries similar crap.

She steals another beer for herself, tilting it towards Dean. "To sappy apple pie lives."

[venatical]

Dean would normally bristle at that because he's that protective of Sam, especially young Sam, that hearing a demon comment about him at all would freak him out. This dream, Meg, it's a little bit different, maybe because in the fabric of the dream, they're together or whatever. Or maybe he's just been living with her for a month and working with her before that.

Whatever the reason, he smiles his thanks at her and then lets their beers clink together.

"To sappy apple pie lives." His smile is still warm, only a tiny bit sad, as he raises the glass to his lips to drink.

He wakes up in bed, passed out on his face and feeling pretty good, actually. The details play back as he rubs his face against the pillow, and then he relaxes again, slumping against the bed and sighing.