In Spirit

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Chapter 4: In Your Dreams

Sam and Aly stood in the doorway of a room, watching an unconcious Dean and the small dog trying to interact with him. The doctor had the dog come in on one condition, it didn't leave the leash. The dog had some idea of what was going on at least, the rest of them had no clue. The doctor stood there questioning Sam while Aly stood there watching the dog. Finally when the doctor left, Sam sighed.

"They have no idea what's going on, either." Sam said. "Dr. White said he can't diagnose the condition."

"None of us have a clue, only Toby has a clue to what's going on." Aly replied.

"And that's useless to us." Sam said. "I looked at what Dean was researching. And it was still useless."

"What about we pay a visit to Dr. Gregory's office?" Aly suggested. "You said he studied sleeping disorders, we should start there."

"Why not? His office isn't too far from here." Sam replied. "But you know Dean is going to be pissed that I drove his Impala."

"Yeah but what he doesn't know won't kill him." Aly said.

They left the hospital with Toby walking ahead of them, Aly holding his leash. They went to the doctor's office, hoping to find answers. The Impala stopped in front of a building and the two of them got out with Toby in Aly's arms. They entered the building and Sam, dressed in a suit, knocked on a door. A woman answered and looked at them then let them in. Sam explained who he was then the woman looked at him with a look of greif.

"Another detective came in. He was really good looking." The woman said. "And said his partner would come with a dog. Just to see if there was something was here."

"At least he explained. So Dr. Gregory studied sleeping disorders?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, he specialized in dreams and people who couldn't dream at all." The woman replied.

"What about his patient, uh, Kevin Parker?" Sam asked.

"He was one of six that he was using as a test subject." the woman replied. "Listen, my attorney said I'm not reliable for any information."

"Don't worry, now what was the doctor's experiment?" Sam said.

"Well, he made his subjects a smelly tea that supposedly would help them dream." The woman replied. "Trust me, it's not pretty and it was awful."

"You were tested on?" Sam asked.

"It was only once and I hated it." The woman said looking away. "It was a damn nightmare."

"Well thanks for your time. Aly, did Toby pick anything up?" Sam asked.

"No, he didn't." Aly replied.

"We'll get out of your way. If we need anything else, we'll call you." Sam said.

The woman nodded and they left. Once they were in the Impala, Sam picked up a file and took out a picture of a branch of some sort.

"African Dream Root. That's what the stuff is." Sam said. "Aly, how would you feel about going into Dean's head?"

"I really don't want to know what goes through his head." Aly replied. "But if I have to. But African Dream Root is hard to get."

"I know, that's why I'm calling an old friend." Sam said.

Aly looked at him with confusion then looked out the window. Sam made the call and then started the car back to the motel. He had another thought on his mind, wondering if Aly had really moved on from what happened a few months ago. But he couldn't figure it out. He kept his eyes on the road.

They reached the motel, drained and happy to be on a bed. They sat there waiting for the old friend to show up and in the meantime, Sam thought about all that happened to them over the year and a half. Aly had become a part of the family and died but was brought back. Dean had taken her to Jake's and then she was back. It was a turbulent year and a half. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He went up to the door and saw it was Bella. She had light skin, brown hair and eyes. and talked with a british or australian accent. She had a jar of the root in her hands.

"It's been a long time, Sam." She said looking at the girl. "And it's nice to see you again, Aly."

"You know Aly?" Sam asked.

"I dealt with her father many times and he always had her by his side." Bella replied. "And the last time I dealt with him was six years ago."

"So, how much is it going to cost us?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. It's free." Bella replied. "I just want to help you."

"I don't trust you in my brother's head." Sam said.

"If you don't trust me in his head, then what can I do?" Bella asked with an irritated and sharp tone. "I can't just sit here, Sam."

"No you can't but you can look through the files." Sam replied. "I won't need help."

"No, you'll need help. The guy who's keeping him asleep is a psycho." Aly piped in.

"You could see inside his head?" Sam asked.

"No, I looked at his file. He was one of Dr. Gregory's test subjects." Aly replied. "Mr. Jeremy Benton suffered from some disorder. Got in a car accident and had a bad hit to the head."

"So no more dreaming for him." Bella said, looking at the file. "And what does the root have to do with this?"

"The doctor used the root in his experiment. It was some sort of tea and it said it was some nasty stuff." Aly replied.

"I'd believe it, you're drinking something used by priest for centuries." Bella said, still looking in the file. "And to enter the dream required a person's DNA."

"That's a pleasant thought." Aly muttered.

Sam came back in the room, with a glass cup with yellow-liquid. They hadn't noticed he left but the smell of rotting fruit emitted from a cup with yellow liquid was strong. All three of them grimaced.

"So this is the doc's drink?" Aly asked.

"Yeah. I'll make sure Dean wakes up, don't worry." Sam said.