"Dreamer", Dean/Jo
Title: Dreamer
Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 380
Thanks to stopthesky for beta :)
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I love when he comes to me.
I never know when he appears from a morning fog, it’s always unpredicted. He comes quietly to me, and sits on the side of my bed. I close my eyes just for a moment and quickly re-open them just to make sure he isn't one of my dreams. I still can’t believe he’s here and I’m afraid he’s not.
He always comes in the morning when the misty twilights turned into the daylight. His jacket smells of smoke and salt and there’s dark road dust on his boots, there’s blood on his hands, his hair is wet from rain and sweat and behind his back is the big, strange and dark world, his world. Words are not needed when the blood, sweat and salt clearly tells me of his night.
I don’t ask questions because I know he won’t answer them. He isn’t here to speak. He comes to me to rest, to make one short pause. Then he’ll leave, he always leaves.
I think, at times, no two could be closer...in heart and soul...then in a flash that is gone and we become almost strangers. I’m not sure about my feelings for him, and I’m not sure I want us to be so close or so far away, but every time he comes to me in the morning it leaves my head in a spin.
Sometimes he falls asleep for a little while, and I sit next to him, to protect his dreams even though he didn't ask and he never would. I like to look at him while he’s sleeping, because I always know, that he’ll wake up. And I never know if he’ll come back to me after he’ll leave me this time.
Sometimes, when he wakes, he looks at me with mistrust and apprehension - as if he doesn’t know who I am or why I am here. Slowly he remembers, he smiles, just slightly, to me before he leaves me and these moments become our past.
I’m standing on a threshold and watch as he leaves, I cross my fingers and I say a little prayer - “come back to me”.
I love when he comes back.
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Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 380
Thanks to stopthesky for beta :)
…
I love when he comes to me.
I never know when he appears from a morning fog, it’s always unpredicted. He comes quietly to me, and sits on the side of my bed. I close my eyes just for a moment and quickly re-open them just to make sure he isn't one of my dreams. I still can’t believe he’s here and I’m afraid he’s not.
He always comes in the morning when the misty twilights turned into the daylight. His jacket smells of smoke and salt and there’s dark road dust on his boots, there’s blood on his hands, his hair is wet from rain and sweat and behind his back is the big, strange and dark world, his world. Words are not needed when the blood, sweat and salt clearly tells me of his night.
I don’t ask questions because I know he won’t answer them. He isn’t here to speak. He comes to me to rest, to make one short pause. Then he’ll leave, he always leaves.
I think, at times, no two could be closer...in heart and soul...then in a flash that is gone and we become almost strangers. I’m not sure about my feelings for him, and I’m not sure I want us to be so close or so far away, but every time he comes to me in the morning it leaves my head in a spin.
Sometimes he falls asleep for a little while, and I sit next to him, to protect his dreams even though he didn't ask and he never would. I like to look at him while he’s sleeping, because I always know, that he’ll wake up. And I never know if he’ll come back to me after he’ll leave me this time.
Sometimes, when he wakes, he looks at me with mistrust and apprehension - as if he doesn’t know who I am or why I am here. Slowly he remembers, he smiles, just slightly, to me before he leaves me and these moments become our past.
I’m standing on a threshold and watch as he leaves, I cross my fingers and I say a little prayer - “come back to me”.
I love when he comes back.
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