A/N: I'm still updating, aren't you proud? Sorry for the short chapter, these past couple of weeks have been super busy. Thanks again for sticking with my story! Love you all! Peace out girl scouts!

-LovingTheSPNLife

P.S. As a reminder, this is set to season 3 of Gilmore Girls and season 2 of Supernatural and I do not own Supernatural or Gilmore Girls. I wish I did, but sadly I don't.

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Dean W's POV

"Mind if I join you?" a familiar voice asked.

Dean was in the middle of eating the breakfast Sookie had made – the waiter had brought it out five minutes ago – when the voice had asked to sit with him.

"Take a seat," Dean answered, mouth full of pancakes. "Didn't know you were coming or else I'd have ordered something for you," he added once he'd swallowed his food.

Jess took the seat in front of Dean. "No need, my uncle owns a diner; I grabbed a muffin before I left."

"So how come you're here and not at school?" Dean took a bite of his eggs.

Jess shrugged. "I didn't feel like going. I went to see if the Illithid was still at the bridge instead."

"And?" Dean asked, finishing off the pancakes.

"And nothing. It didn't seem to be there. Do you really think I killed it?"

Dean shrugged this time, biting into his sausage. "I wasn't really awake at the time, remember? I guess we wait to see if anybody else exerts those symptoms of anger."

"Where's Sam?" Jess asked, noticing the younger Winchester was missing.

"Still in the room sleeping. Usually he's up by now, but I guess last night took a lot out of him." Dean finished up the sausage and eggs and picked at his hash browns. "I got him some food. We can bring it up soon as I'm done."

It was only a few more minutes before Dean's plate was empty and the two boys were on their way up to drop off the food for Sam. Dean unlocked their door and stepped in. his gaze fell to Sam, who was still asleep in his bed. Dean walked over to him and shook him.

"Wakey wakey," Dean said, waiting for Sam to mumble something about shutting up.

The mumble never came, which worried Dean. Dean shook his brother's shoulder harder. "Sam? Sam, I need you to wake up," he said, his voice growing more frantic with each second. Dean turned to Jess in a panic. "He's not waking up," Dean said, checking Sam for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

"Is he -?"

"Yeah, he's alive," Dean said, eyes scanning over Sam's placid form. "I just don't understand why he isn't waking up."

Sam's eyes moved, as if he were flinching, and his hands moved to cover his face.

"Wait a second," Jess said, something scratching the surface of his mind. "I think I read something about the Illithid being able to enter a person's dreams – that's how it kills its victims, by fighting them in their minds."

Dean turned to Jess. "How do we stop it?"

"Sam has to be the one to do it since it's in his head."

Dean shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving Sam alone to fight off the damn thing. There has to be a way for us to get inside his head."

Dean dug out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed.

"Who are you calling?" Jess asked, receiving a finger to the lips from Dean.

"Hello?" a gruff, older voice asked.

"Hey, Bobby, it's Dean. I got a question for you: do you know of any way for somebody to get inside another person's dream? Like a spell or something?"

Bobby paused for a moment, thinking. "There is one thing. It's called a dream root. You mix it with DNA from that person, drink it, and you're in."

"How do I get some?"

"I was getting there. It's very rare and hard to obtain. You'd have to have some real good connections to get you some."

Dean sighed in frustration. "Do you know of somebody that could get us some within the next couple of hours?" Please say yes.

"I'm no miracle worker, boy. Why do you need it so quickly?"

"It's Sam. The thing we've been hunting got into his head and now he's got to face it all alone. But I can't let my brother go through that alone, Bobby."

Bobby sighed. "Even if I could find somebody that could get us some dream root, I doubt they'd be able to get it within the coming hours," he said sadly. "Sam might just have to do this one on his own."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Dean said, looking at his baby brother.

Come on, Sam. You can do it, you can beat that thing.