New York City, New York
Dean screamed as he woke up, tears in his eyes as a battle flashed in his mind. Grayson awoke right after him, arms already wrapping around his lover's torso.
"It's okay." He whispered. "It's ok." Dean turned around and threw his arms around Grayson's neck, burying his face in the crook between neck and shoulder as he cried. Grayson rubbed his back and sighed. He'd had the same dream, but for once he hadn't been the one to kill someone in the past. The way Dean- no, Danny, had had to torture that guy. All the blood. He shivered and pulled Dean out of bed. "Let's go to the living room, you can paint it." He whispered to his lover as Dean shook in his arms.
"I...I think I'll write this one first." Dean choked out, looking at Grayson. He smiled and let Dean go to get his journal, heading for the kitchen to get some tea. He loved how fast the machine made tea. He came back out and looked over Dean's shoulder as he handed him the cup.
"The torrents of blood streaming from a body,
blood stained tools, stained by the enemy,
A gleam in the eyes that shouldn't be,
It's resignation, saying 'You've broken me.'"
"Was it a smile truly manic,
or was it hiding panic,
as the first blade cut his skin.
At that point, with that grin,
did he think he would win,
That I- Danny would give in?"
"The eyes now dead,
rolling into his head,
as I stare, no emotion.
Was it my devotion,
or was it me,
and a sadistic glee..."
"You write quickly." He mentioned, kissing Dean's neck. "It's 5am, I think Alex is still sleeping, do you want to go back to bed for an hour?" He asked.
"Let's stay up, Drop Alex off at school and head for Academy early and see if we can go on another trial run." He answered, kissing him back. Grayson nodded with a smile and sat down next to his lover.