He was running from dozens of monsters that were after him. Panicking, he noticed that his legs no longer obeyed him. Jensen tried to scream, but his voice would not come out.

A strong light hit Jensen's eyes, waking him up, and finally freeing him from the horrible nightmare. He was feverish and feeling tired, as if the few hours of sleep he had hadn't helped him regain any energy.

- Jared, I'm sleeping! Turn off the light! – He finally complained, putting his arm in front of his eyes to protect them from the light.

Jared gave him a scornful look and said nothing. The cuts on his arms had been superficial, and he was no longer in pain. He was ready for another day of adventures, and would not let anything or anyone get in the way.

Jensen got angry. Even if he had lost his mind, Jared had no right to treat him like that. He got out of bed abruptly, forgetting about the pain, and turned off the light. Jared, angrily, turned them on again. Like two stubborn children, they continued the "argument" turning the light on and off several times, until Jared finally lost his patience and got furious:

- MY GOD, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU!? - He shouted enraged, with his eyes flamed with hatred.

Jensen was taken aback by the yell and turned away from the switch. At least Jared was talking to him again...

- Jared, damn it, why are you awake at this hour? It's six o'clock in the morning! Dude, go to sleep ... - Jensen pleaded.

- No, we will hunt! - He said, still frowning - Come on, change your clothes.

- Don't you realize that this is not a hallucination, and we hurt for real? We are in a dangerous world!

- Dude, shut up, you manage to be more annoying than Lucifer! All you do is complain and get scared of things ... I don't understand why I can't just make you disappear... - Jared then closed his eyes tightly, trying to concentrate.

- It won't work, I'm not going to go away, and I won't leave you alone - Jensen said angrily.

Jared gave Jensen an enraged look and changed his clothes as soon as he could. He didn't need the help of anyone to hunt, much less the help of a poor quality prototype of Dean Winchester. Jensen begged him to stay, but the younger actor ignored him. He took the keys to the Impala and left the room stomping his feet.

The actor drove aimlessly for a couple of hours. His head rambled trying to find a meaning to his own hallucination, as he had to be rational. He wanted to be the owner of that universe of fantasies, but who was, in fact, was his unconscious. And why, unconsciously, Jared wanted to be Sam? Well, Sam was strong, brave, lived a life full of adventures ... Yes, it was understandable. Aside from the danger factor, Sam's life was interesting. And Jared, either consciously or unconsciously knew he was not in danger. It was surely reasonable that he wished to live the life of his character. Apparently, however, he didn't want or need Dean's help. Dean was needy and stayed in the way. Sam needed to live his adventures without the interference of his sick brother. And so it would be, if it were up to Jared.

Finally Jared stopped the car in front of a diner. He checked his cell phone, noticing missed calls from Jensen, and ignored them. While having his morning coffee, he opened the laptop and began researching possible supernatural cases in the news.

- J2 -

Jensen felt weak, dizzy and feverish. His belly ached. It was all Jared's fault, that bastard! It was he who insisted on going out to hunt, and he fumbled it all, laughing at the zombie. Jensen still had saved his friend's ass... and in return what he did was leave him alone when he most needed company.

Big tears fell from his eyes. Why did Jensen still care about that bastard? Where was Jared? Was he hurt? Why that jerk did not answer his phone calls?

Jensen closed his eyes, feeling like an abandoned child. Oh, how much he wanted his mother to be with him now... She would put him in her lap, caress his hair and give him medicine. Gently, Donna Ackles would urge him to eat, despite his coy protests. And she would prepare a delicious and nutritious warm soup, just for him. The poor man forced half a pack of cheetos down his throat crying.

There was no mother to him, no friends, no nothing ... Jensen had to fend for himself, and getting out of bed itself was an ordeal because everything ached. He was afraid Jared would never return. What would he do, ill and alone, in a hostile world full of monsters?

- J2 -

Jared had difficulty finding anything that might seem like a case for it. He called Garth, looking for some hint of what to do.

- What!? Sam Winchester!? Dude, go get some rest, wasn't yesterday's fiasco bad enough for you to realize that you are not in shape to hunt?

Jared didn't answer him, he simply hung up the phone. Okay, so Garth wouldn't help him either ... Subconsciously he did not want anyone's help, so let it be ... He ended up visiting an abandoned cemetery, where some innocent lost souls flied aimlessly. The actor spent the morning, afternoon and evening digging the graves of the poor ghosts and burning their bones. The exercise did him good. Only then, feeling like a mighty hunter, he decided to head back to the hotel to shower and rest.

- J2 -

Jared was taking too long to get back. Jensen, wiping his tears away, forced himself out of bed to take a shower and redo the dressing of his wound, which now looked horrible and infected. Then he thought about calling Garth, maybe he knew the whereabouts of Jared…

- No, I don't know where the hell is that crazy brother of yours - he said nervous - Look Dean, I know you have your problems, but have enough on my plate. I'm about to break into a nest of vampires, and I'll have to turn my phone off for a while.

Jensen tried to protest, but Garth didn't care and hung up. All the actor could do now was pray in silence. He was panicking.

When Jared finally reached the hotel, Jensen was extremely relieved.

- Jared, please, do you never, ever, do this to me again! I was so worried ... – He said nervously.

Jared looked at him. Jensen looked like crap... And again he decided to ignore him.

The older actor continued to insist on a dialogue. He couldn't bare all of that indifference...

- Jared, look at me! You can't leave me here alone like that again, okay? Promise you'll stay in the room tomorrow?

- ...

- Jared, listen to me, please. My wound is severe, it hurts, you need to at least get me some medicine...

- ...

- Say something, don't ignore me – he said now with tears in his eyes - Talk to me, dammit! If you really think I'm just a figment of your imagination, why not just get me out of my misery? Heal me and give me courage, and tomorrow I'll go hunting with you! How about, huh?

- ...

- Why do you hate me so much? Why don't you just kill me? – He said between sobs, crying like a baby.

- I don't know, Jensen ... I don't know why my unconscious is being sadistic to you, ok? - Jared finally answered, dry and irritated.

- I've always been a good friend to you, haven't I?

- Well, Jensen has. He must be fine, I hope. You, on the other hand ... You are a nobody ... So leave me alone ...

- Am I a nobody?

- Yes, you're just part of my imagination, nothing more ... And you are deeply annoying. I wish you would go away soon!

Jensen tangled himself up with his quilt, wincing as much as he could. Maybe Jared was right. He was nothing but a miserable imaginary being, and he was there to die. It was no good asking for help, no one would hear... The God of that universe didn't want him to be happy.