I admit this was written out of the fact i was bored. No editing so there will probably be mistakes. Enjoy :D
"Sammy!"
Dean shot up in bed, his legs tangled in thin cotton sheets. He was covered in sheen of sweat. Breathing hard, he looked around widely. He was in a plain room. Tan walls and white curtains that closed of the world. A dresser sat on the opposite side of the room. Mundane described this place to a tea.
"What the hell?" Dean muttered as he swung he legs of the side of the bed. As he stood, his joints creaked in protest. Rolling his shoulders impatiently, Dean marched across the room and threw open the curtains. A picturesque white picket fence greeted him. Complete with a trim lawn and a rose bush.
Dean sighed in relief. "Thank god" he said, "It was just a dream." Suddenly a loud bass riff blared from his phone on the night stand. Grumbling about how early it was, Dean walked over and picked it up.
Sam, the caller ID read.
"Hey Sammy," Dean laughed into the phone. "Good thing you called. I just had this weird-ass dream where there was gonna be this big apocalypse thing. You were cell mates with the Devil. And the whole thing started with me coming to get you at college because-"
"Dean, will you shut up a minute?" Sam yelled from the phone. "We have a problem."
Dean's eyes widened. "Sammy, what's wrong?"
"Its dad," Sam said, his voice deadly serious, "He went on a hunting trip and he hasn't come back. I'm worried."
The blood drained from Dean's face, and the phone dropped from his limp hand, shattering on the floor.
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