The question brought a spark of confusion as he tried to form a response, his eyes darting around the field, trying to regain enough of his composure to make sense of his surroundings. It was just enough to break through the fear that he began to remember where he was, where he'd been when he dozed off amongst the bushes, and that realization helped clear his head enough for a small wave of courage to light in his chest.
He'd been dreaming! This was a dream, a figment of his imagination, and therefore subject to his own will. When his gaze snapped back to her, there was a bit more clarity in the look then there had been a moment before, and a significant bit more possibly-misguided courage.
"I'm dreaming!" He grunted uncomfortably with the way that invisible grip tightened on him before loosening, but the longer he was lucid and held onto that thought, the braver he became. "This is just a silly dream and nothing more! And you're just...just some night terror concocted by my unconscious mind, some lingering anxiety from the frankly deplorable week I've just had!"
And if this was his dream, then that meant he could control it, if he tried hard enough! He gave her a little smirk, shifting subtly against the hold as he focused, brow furrowing in concentration. It would be as simple as willing someone to help him, someone who was carrying a convenient thermos of holy water that could be flung at the foul demon as she held him pinned to the ground! And he certainly had known such a person for long enough that picturing him in his mind would be hardly difficult at all.
Only it didn't appear to be as simple as he had first anticipated, and no apparition of Crowley appeared. There was a pause, a flicker of realization as that wave of courage began to slip again. It wasn't working. No cocky, self-assured demon came gallivanting into sight with a sneer on his face to save the day.
He gave a small sound before setting his mouth in a thin line to try and hold the worry back as it tried to return, and concentrated again. Surely it would work! All he had to do was focus hard enough!
If not Crowley, then God? Please, please, please, he prayed in his head, he may not have been the best angel, and this may have only been a dream, but surely she could do something? Surely she could hear his distress? Wake him up, stop the nightmare, anything!
But no, nothing, not even her! And when the fear started to break back through his resolve all over again, he would have settled even for an imaginary Gabriel, with all of his horrible, smug superiority and hateful gleaming eyes! Anything to make the nightmare stop!
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He'd been dreaming! This was a dream, a figment of his imagination, and therefore subject to his own will. When his gaze snapped back to her, there was a bit more clarity in the look then there had been a moment before, and a significant bit more possibly-misguided courage.
"I'm dreaming!" He grunted uncomfortably with the way that invisible grip tightened on him before loosening, but the longer he was lucid and held onto that thought, the braver he became. "This is just a silly dream and nothing more! And you're just...just some night terror concocted by my unconscious mind, some lingering anxiety from the frankly deplorable week I've just had!"
And if this was his dream, then that meant he could control it, if he tried hard enough! He gave her a little smirk, shifting subtly against the hold as he focused, brow furrowing in concentration. It would be as simple as willing someone to help him, someone who was carrying a convenient thermos of holy water that could be flung at the foul demon as she held him pinned to the ground! And he certainly had known such a person for long enough that picturing him in his mind would be hardly difficult at all.
Only it didn't appear to be as simple as he had first anticipated, and no apparition of Crowley appeared. There was a pause, a flicker of realization as that wave of courage began to slip again. It wasn't working. No cocky, self-assured demon came gallivanting into sight with a sneer on his face to save the day.
He gave a small sound before setting his mouth in a thin line to try and hold the worry back as it tried to return, and concentrated again. Surely it would work! All he had to do was focus hard enough!
If not Crowley, then God? Please, please, please, he prayed in his head, he may not have been the best angel, and this may have only been a dream, but surely she could do something? Surely she could hear his distress? Wake him up, stop the nightmare, anything!
But no, nothing, not even her! And when the fear started to break back through his resolve all over again, he would have settled even for an imaginary Gabriel, with all of his horrible, smug superiority and hateful gleaming eyes! Anything to make the nightmare stop!