I am in a restaurant with Sam and Dean (from Supernatural). We are on the run from someone, but we still stop to eat. The place is completely empty, like it's been abandoned, no waitresses, cooks, employees, nor customers. Just us. I am in the booth with Dean, Sam sits across from us. I lay my head in Dean's lap, and he feeds me some of his pasta. He lovingly strokes his hand down my chest, from my collarbones to my navel, the touch warming me to my core as though the action lit a connection, a link, between us. I could almost see it, like fire light spreading through me from his gentle fingers. I felt safe, warm, home. But, it was pulled away as soon as we hear someone breaking down a door in the back. I wanted to plea to stay just until we finish the food, just a little bit longer, but I knew that it was impossible. Sam and Dean hid on either side of the doors with guns drawn, ready to attack anyone that came through as well as preparing to exit ourselves. And I was ready to follow. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of September 15th, 2013
Real-life characters: Sam, Dean.
Dream-created characters: None.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Diner.
Reasons:
Sam and Dean = Watching unhealthy amounts of Supernatural lately.
Head-in-lap = I saw a gif on Tumblr that someone pointed out, because of the angle, it looks like your head is in Dean's lap.
Precognitive: No experiences.
Reoccurring: No.