Dean told her once, that he wasn't afraid of his nightmares because he was used to them. He was used to losing everything. No, for Dean it really was the dreams he was afraid of. Dreams were always out of reach. Dreams were always showing what he missed, what he couldn't have, what he would never have. So he hated dreams... Up until he met her. She made him comfortable with his dreams. She made him embrace them and made him embrace the discomfort upon waking up. Her presence was soothing and he loved nothing more but to cuddle her at night. Nothing more. Nothing less...
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