I hereby disclaim the right to the Characters in this story and the inspiration for the first two lines. Rights reserved to the creator Eric Kripke, a.k.a. generous galore.
Sometimes I dream, and sometimes my dreams, they come true. I don't know if I should be, worried, afraid, a little of both. All I know is that they come true and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I feel the breeze cool on my face. I can see Dean broken and bloody. I know it's my fault. Terror grips me and then I am standing back. I am above a dark hole in the ground. I know what's down there, a cage, my prison, my redemption.
"No, not your redemption," a cool calming voice says to me. Not to my ears but to my mind. "Mine, my redemption."
A tightness in my chest as something from the inside I have been struggling to control bursts to the surface. And I am falling
Falling
Falling
I jump straight up in the bed sweat dampened clothes clinging to my body. Jess roles over and awakes from her light sleep.
"Hey, you okay Sam?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," I run a hand through my hair. "It was just a dream."