From a distance, it'd been as if she'd been sleeping in a puddle of deep, blue water, and the sight of her surrounded by marbles makes even less sense, now that Dean's close enough to see it.
He'd been hurrying, faster still to see the way she surged up and away upon waking, a call for a knife on her lips that makes his blood run cold. He doesn't understand, but he knows enough. She's afraid, frightened like he's never seen, and like hell is he staying away.
"Calm down," he says, both hands up and fingers spread wide in front of him. "It's okay, were you dreaming?"
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Date: 2012-02-07 07:46 pm (UTC)From a distance, it'd been as if she'd been sleeping in a puddle of deep, blue water, and the sight of her surrounded by marbles makes even less sense, now that Dean's close enough to see it.
He'd been hurrying, faster still to see the way she surged up and away upon waking, a call for a knife on her lips that makes his blood run cold. He doesn't understand, but he knows enough. She's afraid, frightened like he's never seen, and like hell is he staying away.
"Calm down," he says, both hands up and fingers spread wide in front of him. "It's okay, were you dreaming?"