"POPCORN AND BOOGERS!" ~ Samsquatch67
"POPCORN AND M&M'S!" – Carolinagirl117
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Then: He ran over to his brother and grabbed him in a hug, wrapping his arms around him and hugging tight enough to gain a small groan from the sixteen-year-old. He'd had nightmares before, but never something that detailed and believable. He still felt the grief over losing his brother, still felt the burns from the fire and the smoke in his chest but none of his wounds were physical. He looked down at his brother who was covered in cuts and bruises from Ted and Will. People who had come from his nightmare…? Sam slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "Dean." "I'm here Sammy. I'm here." Dean said to his kid brother. "I ain't going to leave you." he looked around the stench-infected sewer, seeing that it was empty.
Now: Dean held onto his brother as he glance up and down the empty sewer. He didn't remember much. Leaving the library, realizing they were being followed and then his next memory was an old house. He could still remember every second of the nightmare, but reality was more difficult to bring to the surface. He looked back down at Sam, his brother falling in and out of consciousness.
"Come on Sammy. It's time to wake up." Dean said gently and brushed the bangs back from Sam's forehead. "If we make it out of here alive, you're getting a haircut." Dean joked, hoping to get a rise out of his brother.
"Jerk." Sam said in a cough, his voice seeming loud in the quiet tunnel.
"Yeah, okay, bitch." Dean said in a hard voice, but Sam could hear the masked tinge of worry.
"Where are we?" Sam asked sitting up. Dean helped him position himself against the wall. The small fire a foot away, provided little light.
"A sewer. Can't you guess by the pleasant smell?"
"Yeah. Totally. How'd we get here?" Sam asked and winced as he touched his head. The blood from being beaten came to a small trickle and Dean took a quick glance at the damage.
"I'm fine." Sam said, noticing Dean's worried eyes. Dean didn't comment when Sam laid his head against his shoulder and just let his brother try to act strong. Warm chills rushed through him along a fierce protectiveness.
"I can see that." Dean said sarcastically. "I don't know what happened. One second we were leaving the library and the next we were here."
"The library? Umm Dean, we were at the grocery store. Do you not remember?" Sam asked. Dean looked over at his brother sharply.
"Sam," Dean paused looking at his brother with confusion. "that was a dream. We're on a hunt with dad and Bobby." Sam's eyebrow bunched up in bewilderment.
"No, Dean. Dad is on a hunt with Bobby. He left us in the motel with fifty dollars for the week." Sam insisted, his voice increasing in panic. Dean didn't know what to do. He knew that the robbery and kidnapping had been just a dream, right? Or else he would be dead. Sam would be dead. Dean banished that thought before the grief pilled back on him, the thought of failing and losing him was too much to bear.
"Okay Sammy, okay." Dean said agreeing with his brother for now. He needed Sam to be calm, even when his own heart was racing inside.
***SPN****
John sat in his truck outside the motel room. He couldn't stand to even look at Bobby right now. Of course he loved his boys. How could Bobby even say something like that? John sighed and figured his best place to go back to would be the library. Of course he'd been there several times, asking for video surveillance, but the old building only had one on the inside. He put the key into the ignition and started the car. He began to back up when he saw Bobby whip open the motel door and begin to frantically wave his hands. John put the black GMC truck back in park and jumped out.
"Bobby? What is it" John asked.
"I found something!" Bobby yelled and motioned for John to follow him inside. John quickly walked around the truck and followed the energetic man inside.
"So, look at this map. The librarian said this was the only map our boys had requested at the library." Bobby said.
"Yeah I know, I was there when you picked it up." John said, slightly annoyed. Bobby continued, ignoring his old friend.
"Look here." Bobby said pointing to small, cursive writing with black ink. It was written on the bottom right side of the map, easy to miss unless deliberately looking. He recognized it as Dean's handwriting.
"That's—" John stared at Bobby.
"Exactly." Bobby said with a grin. They both peered closer and tried to make out the last words of the eldest Winchester son.
117 Old Blacksmith Road- Icky Vicky
"Old Blacksmith Road?" Bobby asked in question. "That's that old house, the one that everyone says has been empty for years. Isn't it?"
"There are a few of those around here Bobby." John said still looking at the map. They were about a ten-minute drive from the house and he figured he could make it seven. Looking at the surrounding areas, he calculated the possibilities of Sam and Dean being able to escape on their own. The more he thought about how strong this witch was, the less hope full he became.
"What is this witch's specialty in?" John asked needing confirmation.
"Making you live through a dream as if it were real. Every victim she has taken has died from wounds that just aren't possible. Rare snake venom, shark attack and the like." Bobby said.
"So what about the old man down at the senior center? Rumor has it, he was taken, too." John said, now really needing an answer.
"There are a few things in lore that talks about this kind of witch, but it's very rare. Some theories suggest there are a select few who can resist being killed by the dreams. Others suggest that if you believe the dream, it becomes reality." Bobby explained.
"Like Peter Pan, I can fly?" John laughed. Bobby raised an amused eyebrow. "The boys saw it when they were young."
"So what do we do now?" Bobby asked ignoring John's question, and already knowing the answer to his own.
"We hunt."
Go John! Go get our boys! :D Review? Thanks again to my amazing beta Samsquatch67.
