Our Way of Life

Drifting off to sleep, Angelina's mind went back to her time spent in hell and felt panic over take her.

Dean cuddled Angelina, gently putting Eden in her moses basket.

Allie jerked as she felt her wrists in shackles, realising it was just a daydream, she frowned.

"You okay?" Sam asked, putting his arm around Allie and kissing her cheek.

Allie nodded. "Yeah..." She took Benji. "I'm gonna put him to bed." She looked to Sam, wanting to tell him everything.

Following Allie to their room, Sam sat on the bed to watch as Allie put Benji to bed and spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Allie nodded, turning to Sam. "I - I went to Hell, Sam..."

"I know what that's like and the after effect it can have," Sam told her knowingly.

Allie nodded, rubbing her wrists. "I..." She sat down. "Don't know what I did to end up there. Angelina went too, and she's done nothing to deserve going there, of all places."

"You didn't do anything because you don't deserve to go there," Sam reassured her, "Neither of you do... Lucifer is just playing with you and trying to break you both down."

Dean tightened his hold on Angelina as she slept, feeling his protective nature grow.

Allie nodded, resting her head on Sam's chest.

Trapped in her own head, Angelina shifted restlessly in her sleep and backed away into the darkness of her nightmare.

"Sleep?" Sam suggested.

Allie looked reluctant, but nodded.

Waiting for Allie's breathing to even out, Sam allowed himself to drift off to sleep and tightened his hold around Allie protectively.

Dean laid down beside Angelina, wishing he could heal her, holding her tightly as he fell asleep.

Allie got lost in her dream, screaming for Angelina again. Sitting up suddenly, Allie saw it was 5am, exhaling as she went to check on Benji.

Waking up, Angelina looked around disorientated and struggled against whatever was holding her in place.