Dean opened his eyes and sat up with a start. "Sammy!" A queer excitement was running through his veins. The dream was so clear. He glanced around the motel room looking for his brother, and noticed the shades were drawn tight over the windows. A lump on the other bed moaned slightly, shifting beneath the covers.
Glancing at the clock, he saw it was past two in the afternoon. A frown momentarily creased his forehead as he pulled away the blankets to get out of bed. Much to his chagrin, he found he was naked again. He could only assume he must have changed last night, but it didn't trouble him. He was sure there was nothing wrong or evil in the change. He knew he should be more worried about it, about how none of it seemed under his control, but he wasn't. Nothing about it felt wrong. The fact he was here and Sam was sleeping only added to the certainty there was zilch to be concerned over.
He put back on the matching black t-shirt and shorts he used for sleeping from where he found them neatly folded on the nightstand. That in itself seemed odd, but he didn't question it.
He considered going back to bed, but was too awake. He stared again at his brother, who looked not to be waking anytime soon. Yet that strange feeling inside him wouldn't go away. Things needed doing, things needed telling. It was like an itch that got worse the more he tried to ignore it.
He sat on the edge of Sam's bed and gently prodded his shoulder. "Sam. Come on, dude. I gotta talk to you."
Sammy half rolled onto his side, opened one eye and stared at him. "Huh?"
"Dude, I had another dream last night. And I finally found it! I found what I was looking for."
Sammy slowly propped up on an elbow and rubbed at his eyes. "What was it?"
He shook his head. "I'll get to that." Dean found he couldn't sit still. He stood up and grinned down at his brother, resisting the urge to bounce around. "First I have to tell you about the other parts of the dream." His grin grew bright. "You were there with me this time, Sammy. The two of us ran through the jungle together. I even jumped into a river and left you behind. You were so pissed!" A laugh escaped from him, recalling his mirth as Sam cursed at him from shore. "You had this weird belt on and woven pants in wicked colors. You even had this necklace made of jade with the faces of animals, and you had this small bag of charms or something strapped to your chest. You looked like a medicine man or something. It was awesome. Everything was finally right. It was like you needed to be there." His words were almost running together he was speaking so fast. He doubted he was making much sense but he couldn't slow down.
Sammy grabbed his arm and yanked him down as he sat up in bed. Startled down to his knees, Dean could only stare as his brother's gaze raked worriedly over his face, his hand reaching up to press against Dean's forehead.
"What are you doing?" Confused, he pushed Sam's hand away.
"Are you okay?" Sammy's intent gaze still hadn't left his face.
"Yeah, fine. Why the hell wouldn't I be? I'm trying to share something here!" He pulled away and moved to sit on his own bed. "I'm sure it's important."
"Okay, I'm sorry." His brother looked away, his gaze veiled. "Please finish."
Dean rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling suddenly uncomfortable and unsure. Why was this important? And since when did he ever share anything like this? Yet these realizations did nothing to change the sense of urgency or discovery he felt. "At, at the river, I found what we were looking for."
Sammy nodded, bidding him to go on, but said nothing. Hi expression was neutral.
"It was this smell, this horrible smell. Cloying like perfume, but rotten somehow. Like a perversion of something?" Though he knew innately what it was, words just couldn't describe it. The smell carried with it such a feeling of wrongness, like it was contrary to the nature around them, to everything. "You met up with me somehow on the other side of the river and I tracked it down to the weirdest place." He half moved to stand up but sat down again. His leg pumped up and down of its own volition in nervous motion. "It, it was a huge temple of some sort, but not like anything you'd expect to find in a jungle. It was…it was like made up of different pieces of other buildings, you know? Joined together into this thing. The pieces were from different places, different periods. Does that make sense?"
This time he couldn't stand Sam's silence anymore and got to his feet. "It's a clue, Sammy! Somehow this has something to do with who we're looking for. I know it's been bugging you and everything, but I'm ninety, no, ninety nine percent sure whatever is going on with me is a good thing and not bad. That somehow I am getting clues about this murderer in my dreams."
Dean waited tensely for a reaction, for words, arguments, anything, but his brother did nothing. Sammy's brow bunched down in that way it did whenever he was thinking hard, but he still said nothing. He wouldn't even look at him.
"Sammy?" No reaction. "Don't you think this is important? Sam!" His impatience getting the better of him, Dean grabbed his brother by the arm and yanked him to his feet. This finally got his attention. Their gazes met. "What is going on in that head of yours?"
He watched his brother open his mouth, yet no words came out. He swallowed once, twice, then tried again. His expression was troubled. "We, we were together, Dean. You did cross the river and leave me behind to figure out how to drive across. And we did find a building downtown full of things from other places and times. But we were never in a jungle, unless you mean one made of concrete."
Dean let go of his arm and took a step back. This was all starting to sound weirder than most of the stuff they usually dealt with. "So you're saying I dreamed things I was actually doing and seeing?"
"Yes? No?" Sammy shrugged his hands palm side out at his sides. "None of this is making any sense. I honestly have no idea who or what is doing any of this."
Dean waved that away. It wasn't what was important. When would his brother understand that? "What about the killer? Did we find him? Did we catch him?"
"No!" Sam flopped back to sit on the bed again. "It was like three or four in the morning when we found the place. It was locked up tight. Nothing looked out of the ordinary as far as I could tell."
Finally Dean comprehended what the sense of urgency was about. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out while it's open. We might be able to find some more clues."