Interceding For Eren

Gaine jolted awake, the sharp echo of a scream piercing through the stillness of the night.

He sat up, heart pounding.

He couldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t even dream of it.

Not when Eren's cries and screams of agony were unmistakable.

And he knew that the cries came not from his nightmares but from the reality before him.

His father—William Winchester— had arrested Eren on the day of the funeral on some baseless claims that the boy had something to do with the attack.

Eren had something to do with the attack, and Professor Silas, the old-man orchestrator, didn’t think to take his ward with him.

He’d left him here with the wolves.

Gaine could only laugh in frustration, and when Eren’s raw screams pierced through the walls again, he cursed out loud, “Fuck!”

This didn’t sit right with him at all. It didn’t.

“Damn it,” Gaine muttered, flinging the blanket off and swinging his legs out of bed.

He quickly dressed and headed out, determined to confront his father, but when he got