He had been having the dream ever since Jessica’s death. Sam would see her body, engulfed in fire and writhing in agony. He could not remember the last night he had rested peacefully.
Lately, there were more details: The fire would be more defined and Jess’ screams louder and clearer.
And last night the fire, the demon he hunted ever since, had taken form. The flames shaped a perfect circle and Jessica’s burnt body was swallowed by a lidless eye staring straight at him.
“I see you,” a voice in his head said. “You will deliver it to me,” it echoed through his sleeping mind.
He woke drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed a moment to get his bearings and remember in which direction the bathroom lay.
He stood in front of the mirror splashing cold water on his face when a golden gleam caught his eye. There, on the floor, next to the shower was a ring. Beckoning him. He was powerless against the sudden urge take and keep it.
He reached for the golden metal band and forgot all about the nightmare and the voice in his head.
He would never tell Dean.
Lately, there were more details: The fire would be more defined and Jess’ screams louder and clearer.
And last night the fire, the demon he hunted ever since, had taken form. The flames shaped a perfect circle and Jessica’s burnt body was swallowed by a lidless eye staring straight at him.
“I see you,” a voice in his head said. “You will deliver it to me,” it echoed through his sleeping mind.
He woke drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed a moment to get his bearings and remember in which direction the bathroom lay.
He stood in front of the mirror splashing cold water on his face when a golden gleam caught his eye. There, on the floor, next to the shower was a ring. Beckoning him. He was powerless against the sudden urge take and keep it.
He reached for the golden metal band and forgot all about the nightmare and the voice in his head.
He would never tell Dean.
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