The dreams were demons of night, haunting him as he slept. Flashes of hellfire burned beneath his eyelids; the screams of the damned rang in his ears. All was proof that this curse would follow him no matter what. It would even follow him to his grave, for the nightmares were previews of what was to come.

John tossed and turned under the sheets. There was sweat trickling down his face and when he felt a hand on his forehead he lashed out and grabbed the wrist, twisting it hard. There was a groan of pain, and John opened his eyes to find dark ones staring into his own, slightly alight with pain. But silken, tanned lips curled into a smirk as they pressed against John's chastely, then drew back. "Johnny-boy," the lips whispered in his ear. "Dreams keeping you awake again?"

"Like you care, you piece of shit," John breathed as he was pulled into another kiss, though this one was hungrier, fiercer than the one before it. John surrendered to it, though a part of him hated himself for it. He knew Balthazar could keep the dreams at bay, give him peace, even if it was only for one night. He let his head fall back against the pillows as the half-breed began moving down his body, and a small moan of pure lust escaped his lips as Balthazar began pleasuring him.

After about three hours, John was beginning to doze off, his mind free and clear from the shadows that plagued him. Balthazar licked the sweat from the demon hunter's body before rising and dressing quickly. He smirked to himself as he watched John sleep. Sending the nightmares to his dear Johnny-boy was simply too easy. He had to admit, he was surprised John didn't suspect that he was, in fact, the one giving them to him, since they mysteriously disappeared whenever he let the demon into his bed. But as long as John didn't figure it out, Balthazar wasn't going to give away the secret.

"Have to get to you somehow, Johnny-boy," Balthazar whispered before slipping out of the apartment and into the night.