So...this was just a little drabble that helped me to greatly avoid the homework I needed to do. I felt like writing instead. Oops.
Dean Winchester was sitting up, leaning against the wooden motel room headboard-and then, he wasn't.
It was a typical night after a hunt (damn witches always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere), and he and Sam had crashed back at their motel. Home sweet, musty, cock-roach infested home. Sam had drifted off hours before, too exhausted to even think about joining Dean to watch the Star Wars marathon on TV.
It was about 2 am and Dean was just beginning to feel his eyes drift shut, too heavy to even watch his favorite Han Solo moments when within a blink, he wasn't staring at the TV screen anymore. He was staring at himself, on the bed, leaned up against the headboard with his eyes propped open. Nothing like an out of body experience to wake a person right up.
"What the hell?" If this is a dream...yeah it's a dream. Just a really weird one, right? Maybe a little too much hunting, not enough sleep. Now I just gotta wake up. God, I don't wanna have to go through that whole "if you're about to die in a dream" crap. One time of that with a stupid djinn is enough, thanks.
He looked over to see Sam turned over on his belly and sleeping away, sheets wrapped up around his neck and feet hanging off the end of the bed. Uh, isn't a dream supposed to be, like, some kinda fantasy? Because unless there are some latex twins hidin' in the bathroom, I'm startin to think this is may be a bit too vivid. He looked down at his body and stuck out his arms, seeing that everything was intact. Why is it always me? I have had enough out-of-body for a frickin lifetime. His one last hope of this being an actual dream was finally shattered when he went to pick up the remote.
"Dammit..." The possibilities of what the hell had happened went swimming through his head. Did I die in my sleep? Did that last cheeseburger finally get the best of me? Nah.- Dean Winchester goes down swinging.
"So, Sammy, until you wake up, I guess I will just sit here and watch the rest of the movie. Right next to myself. Not awkward at all." He went and sat on the bed, directly next to his actual body. Yeah...this is like on the top of my "most weird thing to happen to me" list. Yet again, why me? He took a minute to stare into the unseeing eyes of himself and realized after another minute, that his human self wasn't breathing. Uh oh. That cannot be good. Holy crap this is not good. Jumping up from the bed, he raced over to Sam, uselessly trying to do anything to get him awake. Swayze, wherever you are, please grant me some of your ghosting abilities.
"Sam! Come on, man, you gotta wake up. Something's wrong and I'm over there wasting away as you lay here and get your beauty rest!" Wow this is useless. I've got, what, 4 or 5 hours before he wakes up? Hell, I'm already kinda dead...maybe I can find out how to get undead?
"Okay, Sam, what would you and that geek boy brain of yours do in this situation?" he wondered aloud. Sam is going to completely flip out. Oh boy will I be in trouble.
"So you are always on this whole 'retrace your steps thing.' We found the witch and got her, Sammy, so that is outta the question. Maybe there's something in Dad's journal?" He went over to where his duffel lay beside the bed. Their dad had been dead for years, but hell if his journal hadn't saved their asses a couple times. Okay, more than a couple, but Sammy doesn't have to know the information didn't come from my own brain.
"Swayze, don't let me down," he said, reaching down to his duffel and hoping-praying-that his hand would touch something solid. Of course, his long run of luck certainly hadn't held out.
"The freaking world is coming to an end and I can't get one damn thing to work for me!" he shouted, kicking out his foot in anger, only to smack the side of the bed.
"Damn..." Wait a second. I kicked something. I kicked something and it hurt! God how our lives are so messed up. I could really use Cas right now if he wasn't off on his 'I'm gonna go find God' crusade.
Dean closed his eyes and put everything he had into the will to pick up the book. Seconds stretched on into eternity, but finally he felt something hit his hand.
"Okay, my long run of luck has held out after all. Now I just hope something is in here...Any time you wanna wake up and help me out Sammy, feel free. I'm only dying over here." With another eye roll, he opened his dad's journal and started searching for anything that would put him back into his body.
So...yeah. I don't exactly know what prompted me to write this, but I am gonna post the rest of it tomorrow. Reviews would be lovely. Thanks. :)