Some Nights // heavnofhell
Being on his own after accidentally opening the Cage was…incredibly lonely. Dean didn’t trust him. The angels wanted him dead. The demons wanted to claim him as their king, and other hunters were out for his blood. Trying to stay under the radar of all of this ended up being more difficult than Sam expected.
One night, he dreamt of Jessica, dreamt of her sweet smile, the blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes were warm and inviting, her soft voice reassuring him. But it felt…different. Wrong. It wasn’t her. It was close, but he sensed the difference, and he turned away from her, struggling to regain himself before he felt a hand in his hair.
Turning his head, Sam jumped when he saw the man sitting in Jess’s place, and he sensed the power rolling off the stranger. Getting to his feet, he backed away nervously, eyeing the stranger.
“Who are you?” he asked.