When Dreams Become Reality
Part Two
"Sam!—Sammy!" Dean yelled in desperation as he shook his brother vigorously. He cursed himself for leaving Sam alone.
Dean hadn't found out much on his rounds about the neighborhood; just that the family was very reclusive and that the dad was a drunk. The mom had died a few years earlier. Dean didn't know the name of the girl or any of her friends and he had headed back to the house ready to tell Sam "I told you so." But now his brother had been unconscious for who knew how long?
Dean tried to pick his brother up, but his weight proved more substantial than Dean thought. He knew he couldn't just wait for Sam to wake up out in the open like this. He huffed in exasperation and grabbed Sam's wrists.
Dragging Sam to the car was not only physically taxing, it was embarrassing. Cars slowed down to watch as Dean lifted Sam into the front seat. Dean fought the urge to yell "Mind your own business!" He jumped into the driver's side of the Impala just as Sam began to stir. Thank God, Dean thought to himself.
"Hey Sam, are you ok?" Dean asked with more concern that Sam was used to.
"Uhh yeah," Sam mumbled, bewildered. "What happened? All I remember was bending down to pick up a football and…." Dean looked utterly confused. "The football!" Sam exclaimed. "Dean, it had a special energy about it! I'm sure that's what knocked me unconscious! It looked like the same one I saw in my vision!" Sam fired off excitedly. "We've got to get the names of these girls before they hurt anyone else," Sam added without necessity because Dean was already thinking the same thing.
As the Impala's tires squealed down the road the girls giggled watching the cute boy they had knocked unconscious drive off with his brute of a brother. "We'll have fun with that one tonight," Kate rasped ominously as the girls cackled and disappeared back into the wreckage.
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Sam was sleeping soundly when the peculiar dream came to him that night.
He entered a room full of rose petals and scented oils, bewildered at his feminine surroundings. He stumbled over cushions littering the floor and cocked his eyebrow as the soft jazz music began to play over invisible loud speakers. He felt himself wondering about the unusual nature of the dream, and was slightly alarmed by the fact that he felt fully conscious. As he paced the perimeter of his strange surroundings, a ghost-white woman appeared from behind deep velvet curtains, catching him off-guard and making him jump.
"Did I startle you?" began the woman with a devious grin.
"Umm… where am I?" Sam implored cautiously.
"Why, in paradise of course," the woman giggled.
"Not my paradise," Sam observed absentmindedly. Although she was undeniably beautiful, Sam felt a familiar energy radiating from the woman and had the sneaking suspicion that he should not get too close to her.
As the woman came closer, Sam backed away a few steps. "Why do you run from me?" she asked with mock innocence.
"No reason," Sam lied blatantly.
"You're lying to me!" the woman all but screamed with a child-like stubbornness.
"Wha-what do you want?" Sam stammered, alarmed at the quick change of the woman's mood. He was not equipped to handle emotional females.
"I just want to get to know you," the woman slurred seductively.
Sam felt himself being pulled towards her against his will. When the woman's eyes flashed with excitement he knew he'd seen them before. It was Kate from the dream. She must have altered her appearance to appeal to Sam. Her psychic powers were more substantial than he had thought. His feet were moving of their own accord and his arms were outstretched in a Frankenstein fashion. Sam was only recognizable as himself from the look of endearing bemusement that played across his face.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Sam questioned, calm escaping his voice.
"You should feel honored, we chose you," the girl whispered. "Your brother was too dense; we look for the strong, sensitive types."
Child-like giggles filled the room eerily and if Sam had not been bound, moving towards Kate, he would have jumped in surprise again.
"Are there others?" Sam asked, already beginning to know the answer as he felt additional energies enter the room. "Is this the slumber party?" Sam queried tentatively.
"Aww, we always knew you were special Sammy," the girl began as Sam cringed at being called the name only Dean was allowed to use, and wouldn't stop if asked. "That's why we love you."
Sam was only five inches from the girl's face now. And even though she was a beautiful brunette he couldn't shake the feeling that he would be kissing a twelve year old. As Kate leaned in for her prize, Sam yanked his head away, the only thing he still had control over.
For a moment, Sam felt guilty at the hurt he saw in Kate's eyes but stopped instantly when the feeling was drained from her pupils as hate replaced hurt and Kate whirled around and stuck a dagger into Sam's abdomen.
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Sam choked awake, still feeling intense pain in his torso. He convinced himself it was all a dream, or another one of his visions, as he whipped the sweat from his face. He sat up in bed, still gingerly fingering his abdomen. "Dean," Sam croaked, feeling this was an issue he could not wait for morning to discuss.
"Yeah baby, I do like whipped cream," Dean muttered in his sleep. He stirred, but did not wake at Sam's call.
Sam stared at Dean in amusement and called again, "Dean!" a little more forcefully this time.
"Sam, not now, good dream," Dean whined, trying to hold on to the images he knew he lost the minute he was roused from sleep.
"Dean, this is important!" Sam insisted.
Dean bolted upright in bed, turning hostilely to his brother, "What is it now? Hayley and I were having a good time," Dean stated, speaking of Hayley as a real person. "Did you have another slumber party dream?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"Yeah," Sam replied, ignoring Dean's wide smile and crinkled eyes.
"The girls came for me," he retold with wide eyes.
"Sam, you are some kind of freak. Fantasizing about pre-teens, I'm ashamed of you," Dean chided.
"They said they chose me. They said they loved me or something."
"Woah…freaky!" Dean agreed in a sing song tone.
"Yeah, they stabbed me and I woke up," Sam explained.
"So you like the dominatrix types, huh Sam?" Dean joked again.
"Hey, it still hurts," Sam whimpered a little.
"Aww does little Sammy have a boo-boo? C'mon man, it was a dream!"
"Yeah I guess you're right," Sam conceded as he got up to wash his face in the bathroom.
"Uhh, Sam?" Dean began tentatively, alarmed that Sam was cringing with each step. "What's that red stuff on your shirt? Please tell me you had a midnight craving for cheeseburgers and slopped one down your front…" Dean's tone betrayed his concern.
As Sam looked down his pain became real and a single drop of blood seeped through his t-shirt and stained the white carpet below.
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