Dean threw his hands up over his eyes to block the light out. It was so bright that it made his eyes feel like they were burning out of his head. Light was supposed to be what was good but this light felt like it was boiling his insides and ripping him to shreds. There was nothing good about this feeling. He hated the light.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Dean sat completely up in his dead, sweat rolling off of his forehead. That was the fifth time this month that he had, had this dream. It was always the same dream too. Nothing ever changed, from the way things looked to the way that it tasted and smelt. Yet every time it felt unfamiliar, as if it were all completely new to him.

He was walking in the middle of nowhere, nothing but grassland and trees. It was quiet, not even a bug to buzz in his ears. The sun was hanging hot overhead and there was not a cloud to be seen.

Off in the distance, Dean could see something that resembled a house but as he got closer to it, he realized that it was a barn. There were no animals to signify that a barn should be here or a house for its owner to live, it was just a barn. It takes him forever to figure out how to get the door opening, pushing and pulling with all of his strength and yet it does not budge.

Finally he gives up trying to get in the barn and turns around to walk away. A loud crash always stops him from taking his first step and he turns back to the barn, only to have the door wide open. It is at this point that he gets scared, unsure if he should enter the barn but he always does. He always finds his feet moving against his fear and soon he is standing right in the middle of the barn. It is dark and dirty and smells of musk.

Soon there is this high pitched scream. He covers his ears trying to stop the splitting the migraine that takes over his head. He wants to run away but when he starts to run there is this bright light in his path. At first it is not so bad but the closer that it gets to him the brighter it gets until he cannot breathe. His eyes and his skin begin to burn and it feels like he is boiling alive and then … nothing.

That is as far as Dean gets before his alarm wakes him up. Every time like clockwork his alarm wakes him up from the exact same place in his Dean. Every time he questions why this is but soon he brushes it off and rolls out of bed. Today is no different from those other days.