Chapter 1
Dreams
Van Halen
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It had been 6 weeks since Sam was murdered. Dean rarely slept, and even when he did he was plagued with nightmares of that night.. Of being in that abandoned town, Sam being knifed in the back by an unidentifiable man. Only in his dreams, he couldn't move. He just watched as the man snuck up behind Sam with a knife, as Dean would scream at him. Beg Sam to "Run, run, run away!" It was like they just couldn't hear him. Sam would get stabbed, and fall to the ground. He could merely look on as his baby brother choked out his name and reached his arm out for him, before seeing the light go out in his eyes, and only being able to crumple to the ground in a panicked, sobbing heap. It was at this point in the dream, Dean would jolt awake and scream into his pillow. He kept a fair facade on for Bobby, who had forced the young man to stay with him after the event. He couldn't bring himself to smile, but he kept his composure. He never let the veteran hunter know how bad it really was, but he had a sinking feeling Bobby already knew.
After another one of his infamous nightmares, he walked downstairs into Bobby's kitchen for some coffee. He pulled a few drawers open, looking for filters, when he noticed something at the bottom of one of the drawers. It was a picture of him and Sam, when they were kids. They weren't posing for the camera saying "cheese", they weren't really that type of family, they were playing catch with a baseball. Sam had an innocent, genuine smile on his face, that Dean realized he hadn't seen since he spilled the beans about monsters existing. He could feel his entire body being pulled to the ground by an almost magnetic force, so he set the picture carefully back into the drawer before collapsing to his knees. He sat on the tile, back propped against the cabinets, knees against his chest. He rested his forehead on his knees, and his entire body shook as he sobbed for his little brother. He'd had enough. He couldn't stay here, looking at all of Sam's things, and pictures. It was driving him physically insane. He had to go somewhere, anywhere. He couldn't take it anymore. He packed his bags, placed a baseball cap over his mass of hair, and headed straight for the airport, the loss of Sammy weighing too heavily on his shoulders to even consider his fear of flight.
"Where to?" Asked the woman behind the counter, cheerfully. Dean hadn't really considered WHERE he was going, and he studied the screens listing the flights carefully. He saw a strange place he had never heard of spelled out in tiny individual lights, "Where is Corona?" He asked. "It's a beautiful little country, over east, and the only port that goes directly to the lovely kingdom of Arendelle." She replied, still rather cheerfully, which Dean found to be odd. "Arendelle?" He almost asked, but the shouts of 'Hey buddy, move it along!' kept him from doing so. "There," he responded to the lady, "One ticket to Corona". "One-Way or Roundtrip?". He pondered for a moment, before a voice that seemingly didn't belong to him, with the utmost confidence in this decision that he certainly didn't possess said, "One-Way".
