MOVIE NIGHT

WOW: slab. It's one of Dean's favourite movies, but perhaps he's watched it once too often?

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.

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Flailing helplessly, Dean gasped for air as the noose tightened around his neck.

As consciousness receded, the rope slackened and unforgiving hands dragged him to a blood-drenched slab, tearing his tattered shirt open.

His drifting vision focused on a knife hovering over his stomach, and his world descended into agony as the blade carved him open; gutting him like a fish.

He gasped, eyes snapping open and latching onto Sam's concerned face, bathed amber in the nightlight's glow, hovering above him.

"You had a nightmare Dean; you were yelling blue murder."

"Uh?"

"You shouldn't watch Braveheart just before bed, dude!"

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