Hello, Dean! Are you still doing song drabbles? If you are, can you pretty pretty please with a Cas on top write a thominho fic to the song wrong side of heaven?
Darkness. Suffocating. Locked in an endless cycle of pain and fear. Don’t look back. The sky choked out by smoke. The darkness was so thick it was tangible. Don’t look back. Keep moving. Don’t give in the the fear. Don’t look back. The cold all around, freezing to the bone. The voices all around, calling for help–calling for him. Kill me. Kill me. Tommy. Don’t look back.
Hands grip him. Pull at his clothes, force him still. He screams. He writhes. Get away. Get to safety. Get to paradise. It’s so close. He can see it. He can feel it’s warmth seeping through the cracks in the darkness. Hands reach through the darkness. Warm hands. Hands that cup his face and stroke his hair. Strong hands. Minho’s hands.
The nightmares get worse every night. There is no escape from sleep, so there is no escape from the fear. Every time he closes his eyes he sees their faces. He hears their screams. Everyone who ever died. Everyone he killed. Murderer. Arms wrap around him. Keep him safe. Keep him warm. He tries to disappear in those arms. He lets himself focus on the soft words whispered into his ear and the warm hands that stroke his hair. Sleep gets a little easier.