Chapter 10: Dream a Little Dream of Me
Bella's P.O.V.
We were staying in a hotel in no name city, in somewhere USA, I kind of loose track of where exactly we are if we don't have a job, and right now we don't. I could tell that Sam and Dean both had things on their minds, especially when Sam took off and I knew he was headed to a bar. I had to wait for Dean to come back though, because he was out at the store picking up some essentials.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked as he walked in the room.
"I'm pretty sure that he went to the nearest bar." I said.
"And you let him go alone?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"What? It's not like I'm allowed in there, and I figured that Sam needed some time to think." I said. Huffing Dean grabbed my jacket and tossed it to me.
"Let's go." Dean said. I smiled; I knew that would get the two of them to talk. I climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala and Dean drove us to the nearest bar. We got inside and we spotted Sam actually sitting at the bar. Dean walked over.
"There you are. What are you doing?" Dean asked. Sam looked up from the amber liquid he swirled around in his glass.
"Having a drink." Sam responded.
"Sam, it's 2 in the afternoon, and you're drinking whiskey?" I asked.
"I drink whiskey all the time." Sam said.
"Not as often as Dean." I responded. Dean slapped my arm and I sent him a glare.
"No, you don't." Dean said turning back to our brother.
"What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars. You hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?" Sam asked.
"It's kind of slim pickings around here." Dean said after looking around. "What's going on with you?"
"I'm getting worried about you, Sammy." I said. Sam sat down his glass and wrapped me in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Izzy. I didn't mean to worry you, little sis." Sam said. He looked back up at Dean and then back down, away from my eyes. "I tried, Dean."
"To do what?" Dean asked confused.
"To save you." Sam said. Dean sat down next to Sam and looked over at the bar tender.
"Can I get a whiskey, double, neat and a beer." Dean said. I knew the beer was for me but I didn't say anything. Dean let me have my first beer when I was 16 when Dad was away on a hunt. Unlike my brothers though I don't drink all that often, I prefer soda above alcohol.
"I'm serious, guys." Sam said.
"You're drunk." The two of us said.
"I'm mean, where you're going….what you're gonna become. I can't stop it." Sam said.
"No! We are going to stop it, I'm not letting any of you turn into something like that." I cut in kind of angrily.
"Izzy, I did it for you, and I would do it again in a heartbeat." Dean said. I looked at my oldest brother as the bartender gave us the drinks. I grabbed the beer and took a drink, letting the liquid slide over my tongue and down my throat.
"I'm starting to think even Ruby can't stop it." Sam said. I looked over at Dean to see him look away, he was definitely hiding something, but I didn't exactly know what. "But, really, the thing is, no one can save you."
"Sam!" I exclaimed. He looked at me and I knew that I had tears building and threatening to fall.
"That's what I've been telling you." Dean said. I looked at Dean and he wasn't even bothering to look at me.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't want to be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you?" Sam asked. Dean looked over at us and before he could even think of what to say, his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I looked over at Sam and shrugged my shoulders and took another swig of beer. "Yes, this is Mr. Snyderson….What?...Where?" Dean asked looking over at us. Dean hung up and dropped some bills on the tabletop.
"We got to go." Dean said.
"Where?" I asked.
"Bobby, he is in a hospital in Pittsburg. That was the hospital calling saying he is in a coma." Dean said. Sam and I just looked up at Dean and I knew that the hot tears spilling down my cheeks were obvious.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, come on we got to get back to the hotel and pack and get our asses there." Dean said.
We were actually in New York just relaxing for a bit when we got the call. To get there is a seven hour drive and it was already 2 in the afternoon so it would be about 9 when we got there. Dean and Sam took turns driving, that is when Dean would let him, half the time I had to actually talk Dean into it myself. We were quiet the entire drive there, I had texted Jake to let him know what was going on. Why didn't I know that Bobby was in danger? My ability must be for only blood relatives, hell, I didn't even fell Jake whenever he texts me that he got hurt or found a hunt. I looked over at my journal that I have been keeping since I first noticed my abilities and concentrated. The journal floated up a bit but I dropped it back down as my head pounded with the effort, I was able to move that freaking rock to distract Gordon, why couldn't I move that stupid journal? Sighing, I picked up my MP3 player and tuned out the music Dean was playing, I really wasn't in the mood for it.
When we finally made it into town it was almost midnight because we had to stop so we got a room in the nearest hotel to spend the night so we could go and visit Bobby in the morning. Dean and Sam were still quiet so I just laid down next to Dean who immediately wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple.
"It's okay, munchkin, we'll figure out what's going on." Dean said.
"It's not that, why didn't I since that he was in trouble? I mean, he is like a father to us, I should be able to since him, right?" I asked.
"I don't know, Izzy, your powers are a complete mystery to us. I'm not sure about them at all." He responded.
"But what if I got that from something bad, like Sam?" I asked.
"Then we'll figure it out, like we always do. Are they developing more?" he asked.
"They are," Sam said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"I can move things, if I concentrate hard enough. The last time I did it was distracting Gordon so we could get away." I said.
"What did you do?"
"I tossed a rock into a dumpster. I tried it again in the car on the way here with my notebook, but it was just giving me a really bad headache." I said.
"Hey, we'll deal with everything in the morning, now get some shut eye." Dean said.
"Night," Sam and I said. I laid my head down on my brother's shoulder and I instantly fell asleep.
In the morning we got up and got dressed and headed to the hospital to talk to the doctors to see what was up. We were lead to his room and I almost immediately started crying seeing him lying so still on the bed. I immediately sat down on the bed next to him and held his hand, I looked up at Dean and he had his arms crossed while Sam looked at the doctor.
"So, what's the diagnosis?" he asked.
"We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy." The doctor said.
"Except that he's comatose." Dean said.
"Mr. Snyderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" the doctor asked.
"No, he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch a cold." Dean said.
"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" Sam asked. I reached up and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it, so we don't know how to treat it. He just…went to sleep and didn't wake up." He said.
"No, there's got to be a way. Some way to treat him." I said standing up and looking up at him.
"If we knew what was causing it, then maybe." The doctor said once again. The doctor left and we had to leave shortly after that since visiting hours were over for now.
"Did you find out where Bobby was staying?" I asked. My brothers looked at me and nodded and we headed over to his hotel room, which was incidentally in the same hotel we were staying as well.
"So what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean said.
"Maybe he caught wind of a job and nobody else was in the area?" I suggested.
"Maybe," Dean asked as we began searching his room. It was really neat and tidy, so unlike his house.
"This is kind of trippy." I said.
"Yeah, it kind of is." Dean said. I looked up as Sam opened up the closet to find his research for this job. "You think there would be newspaper clippings, research, or even a pizza box or beer bottles."
"How about this?" Sam suggested. We walked over to see Bobby's research pinned to the back of the closest, a perfect place to hide it.
"Good old Bobby – always covering up his tracks." Dean said.
"You make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asked.
"Maybe, help me take this stuff down so I could look at it." I said. I reached in and grabbed an obituary article. Dean reached in and grabbed another piece of paper.
"Silene Capensis, which, of course, means absolutely nothing to me." Dean said.
"Silene Capensis is the scientific name for African Dream Root." I said. Both of my brothers looked at me.
"How do you know that?" Dean asked.
"I do research on the random and obscure that we might come across. I wasn't exactly sure if we would come across this but we did so now what?" I asked.
"Okay, question is what kind of job was Bobby working?" Sam asked.
"Well, I did pluck an obit off the wall of weird here, Dr. Walter Gregg, age 64, university neurologist." I said.
"How did he bite it?" Dean asked.
"Well, it says here that they don't know. They say that he went to sleep and didn't wake up." I said. I looked up at my brothers with scared eyes, we couldn't let Bobby die.
"That sound familiar to you?" Dean asked as he plucked the article from my hands.
"All right, um…so, let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death, you know hunting after something," Sam said.
"That started hunting him." I said.
"Yeah." Sam said.
"Alright, stay here, see if you guys can make any heads or tails out of this." Dean said.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm gonna look into the good doctor myself." Dean said. Dean looked up and walked out of the door.
"He's gonna do something stupid, isn't he?" I asked.
"Yeah, probably, help me out?" he asked. I nodded and began pulling some of the research down so I could look through some of it while Sam looks through the other half.
"So you and Jake have been using protection, right?" Sam asked out of the blue about thirty minutes. I was right in the middle of drink of soda so I kind chocked on it. After about a minute of me coughing I looked over at my brother.
"Um, yeah, we have." I said blushing brightly.
"Have you ever thought about getting out of the life so the two of you could have a family together?" he asked. I looked down, in thought, at times I did want out of the life.
"Can I tell you the truth?" I asked.
"Of course you can, I won't judge you like Dean would." Sam said as I chuckled at that.
"I'm not sure there is an out for us, ya know. You got out for 4 years, Sammy, but you were pulled in when Jess was killed. I'm scared, I'm scared that if I do quit hunting and get married to Jake and we settle down and have a couple of kids that something will happen, like Jake dying or the kids or me. I mean, we could probably live like Bobby, be a technical support system, do research for Hunters out there who have no clue, be teachers to new Hunters, but, ya know, never get out of the life." I said as I looked through the research.
"When you put it that way, I see what you mean; it seems, no matter what we do we'll always get pulled back in." Sammy said. I sighed and looked over at my big brother who was absorbed in the research.
"Do you mind if I go and visit Bobby again?" I asked.
"You go on ahead, what are you going to do?" Sam asked.
"Probably read, I found a series of books that look right up our ally. So I figured what the hell." I said.
"Really now, you let me know if you like them, I might read them myself." Sam said. I smiled and nodded and headed out of the room to our room and then down to the street and walk to the hospital that was just up the street. In truth, I had found two series that seemed interesting, but once I started reading the very first one and it had our names and things we did I freaked and burned it, hoping that it was just my mind going crazy. The second series I found was better, it was about two brothers fighting through life against all things supernatural, the younger brother is half human. Once I got to the hospital I went into Bobby's room and he was still the same as when we left him.
"Hey, Bobby, it's Izzy, but I think you already know that, don't worry, Dean, Sam and I are going to find something out to wake you up. So to pass the time, why don't I read to you. Just please don't laugh when you wake up." I said.
I lost track of time when I heard a knock on the door to see Dean standing there with his street clothes back on. He smiled and came over to me and hugged me.
"How long have you been here?" he asked.
"I'm not sure." I said as I looked at the clock.
"Well, why don't you get something to eat and I'll watch over him." Dean said. I nodded and grabbed my wallet and looked back at Dean.
"You cool with me keeping my back pack here?" I asked. Dean smiled and nodded and gave him a small smile in return. I headed down to the cafeteria and just grabbed a sandwich and some chips and a bottle of water. I ate quickly and went back up to sit with Dean.
"I brought you some chips." I said tossing him a bag. Dean caught but didn't open it as we both sat with Bobby, willing him to wake up. I heard footsteps some time later and I looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway. He was holding a bag and then Dean looked over at him.
"How is he?" Sam asked.
"No change." Dean said.
"What do you got?" I asked as we both stood up as Sam sat down the papers he was holding on the tray at the end of the bed.
"Well, considering what you told me about the Doc's experiments, Bobby's wall was starting to make a hell of a lot more sense." Sam said.
"How so?" Dean asked.
"The African Dream Root has been used by shamen and medicine men for centuries." Sam said.
"Let me guess – they dose up, bust out the didgeridoos, and start kicking around the hacky." Dean said.
"I'm not sure if that's how it works." I said picking up a piece of paper to look at it more closely.
"If you believe the legends, it's used for dream-walking. I mean, entering a person's mind, poking around in their heads." Sam said.
"I take it we believe the legends." Dean said.
"When don't we believe the legends?" I asked.
"Dream-Walking is just the tip of the iceberg." Sam said.
"What do you mean?" Dean and I asked.
"I mean, this dream root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with enough practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger." Sam said. I shuddered, remembering the time that the Yellow-Eyed Demon had trapped in my dream and I couldn't wake up from it without the help of Bobby and my brothers.
"You can control anything." Sam went on. "You could turn bad dreams good. You could turn good dreams bad."
"And killing people in their sleep." Dean suggested.
"For example." Sam said. I wrapped my arms around myself. I try to let all the bad stuff that happens to us roll off, so far I've been successful, except for Roswell and the Fatal Dream World that I found myself in that one time.
"Izzy, you okay?" Sam asked as he looked over at me. I looked up at him and that's when I realized I was probably pale as a ghost and shaking like a leaf.
"I'll be okay, just remembering what Yellow-Eyes did to me." I said looking away and taking a couple deep calming breaths. Sam wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.
"Don't ya worry, little sis, we won't let anything like that happen again." Dean said with a smile so crazy I had to smile as well.
"Alright, so let's say this doc was testing the stuff on his patients Tim Leary style." Sam said.
"Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night." Dean said.
"So why do it to Bobby?" I asked.
"If the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?" Sam asked.
"To answer your question Izzy, maybe he was getting too close. And I have no idea." Dean said. We walked out of his room to try and find something to help Bobby.
"So, how do we find our homicidal little Sandman?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure." I said with a shrug.
"It could be anyone." Sam said. Dean and I agreed as we continued to walk.
"Anyone who knew the doctor would have access to the dream root." I said.
"Maybe one of his test subjects." Sam suggested.
"Seems plausible, I mean, what if this stuff is addictive? He cut someone off they could easily go back get more and off the good doctor." I said.
"Possible, but his research is pretty sketchy, I mean, we don't know how many test subjects he had or who all of them were." Dean said. Sam scoffed and the two of us looked at him.
"What?" we asked.
"In any other case we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now." Sam said.
"Know what? You're right." Dean said grabbing our arms to make him look at us. Dean had an idea, I could tell by the look in his eyes.
"What?" we asked.
"Let's go talk to him." Dean said.
"Sure. I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided." Sam said. Then it dawned on me as well.
"The dream root, we could use the dream root." I said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Exactly, we just need some dream root." Dean said.
"You want to go dream walking inside Bobby's head?" Sam asked.
"We could help." I said.
"We have no idea what's crawling around in there." Sam said.
"How bad could it be?" Dean asked.
"Bad." Sam said.
"Dude, it's Bobby." Dean said.
"Yeah, you're right." Sam said after a second.
"Good, now that we're all on the same page, how the hell are we going to get some African Dream Root?" I asked. Dean thought about it for a second and closed his eyes.
"Crap," Dean said.
"What?" we asked.
"Bela,"
"Bela?" Sam asked.
"God, no." I mumbled.
"Crap," Sam said with a scoff. "You're actually suggesting we ask her a favor?"
"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah." Dean said.
"If she actually agrees and doesn't rip us off again then I'm alright, I guess." I said.
"Good, now, let's get back to the hotel." Dean said as he walked away.
"What's the chances of her actually doing this out of the goodness of her heart?" I asked.
"Not very high." Sam said.
"I just don't understand her, she learns about the big bad and hairy things that go bump in the night and instead of helping us she takes and sells the very things that help us." I said.
"Yeah, well, I don't understand her either." Sam said.
We drove back to the hotel and I was keeping Jake up to date, and telling him the plan. I laughed when he said that it was crazy but just might work as well. Dean looked over at me and I just shook my head and he rolled his eyes. Dean got off the phone with Bela and I looked over at him.
"I'm guessing she said no." I said.
"You would be right." Dean said.
"Now what?" I asked.
"I'm not sure." Dean said. I sighed and flopped down on the bed. Sam had fallen asleep doing some research and he started making really happy noises. I sat up and looked over at Dean who was smiling and I started to laugh.
"Is he really…?" I asked.
"Yeah, he is." Dean said. "Sam! Sam wake up!" Sam jumped up and wiped his chin looked down at his drooled up hand and wiped his mouth with his other hand. "Dude, you were out and making some serious happy noises."
"Who were you dreaming about, Sammy?" I asked with a sly smile.
"What? No one. Nothing." Sam said looking over at us.
"Come on. You can tell me. Angelina Jolie?" Dean asked.
"Or Reese Witherspoon?" I asked.
"No!" Sam exclaimed.
"Brad Pitt?" Dean asked with a slightly disgusted look.
"No! No. Dude, it doesn't matter." Sam said.
"Whatever." Dean said.
"Whatever." Sam said.
"I called Bela." Dean said looking back to his paper.
"Bela, yeah. W-what'd she, you know, say?" Sam asked. I looked over at him, that dream must have been about her, because never got that flustered. "She's….gonna….help us?"
"Nope, so we're back to square one." I said.
"We've been trying to decipher the doctor's notes." Dean said.
"Unfortunately for us, he has worse handwriting than you, Sammy." I said. Sam looked over at me and scowled and I smiled sweetly at my older brother.
"You gonna come help us with this stuff?" Dean asked as Sam just continued to sit at the desk shifting around.
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec." Sam said. I couldn't help but laugh and I turned away, that was one thing I didn't need in my head for one thing. I was brought from my thoughts by a knock on the door. Dean and Sam looked over at it and Dean got up but looked over at me.
"Don't look at me, it's not Jake, I would tell you if he was coming." I said. Dean went over to the door and looked out the peep hole. He opened the door and walked to the side.
"Bela, as I live and breathe." Dean said as Bela walked in.
"You called me, remember?" she asked.
"I remember you turning me down." Dean said. I looked over at Sam and he was just watching her so I threw a pillow at him and he sent a scowl my way.
"Well, I'm just full of surprises." Bela said.
"Well, did you just come here to visit or did you find what we need?" I asked getting up from the bed and walking over to them as Bela took off the coat. She looked over at Sam who was still sitting down.
"Hey, Bela, what's going on?" he said.
"I brought you your African Dream Root. Nasty stuff and not easy to come by." Bela said handing the jar over to Dean.
"Why the change of heart?" I asked.
"What, I can't do you little favor every now and again?" she asked.
"No, you can't. Now, come on. I want to know what the strings are before you attach 'em." Dean said.
"Yeah, I don't like the games you play, either." I said.
"Izzy, darling, I wouldn't do that." Bela said looking at me.
"Actually, yeah, you would and have done so in the past." I said.
"You said that this was for Bobby Singer, right?" we nodded. "Well, I'm doing it for him, not you."
"Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Our Bobby?" I asked.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"He saved my life once….in Flagstaff." Bela said.
"Wow, you actually do care, I think, anyway." I said grabbing the jar from Dean and putting it in the safe in the closest. Dean and Sam were giving each other looks of disbelief.
"I screwed up, and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?" she asked.
"Completely." I said.
"Maybe." Dean said.
"So, when do we go on this little Magical Mystery Tour?" Bela asked.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere." Dean said. "I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense."
"None taken." Bela said. "It's 2 a.m., where am I supposed to go?"
"We're in a hotel, get a room of your own." I said.
"Ah, they got the magic fingers, a little 'Casa Erotica' on pay-per-view, you'll love it." Dean said. Bela grabbed her stuff and walked out the door.
"Nice to ….s-seeing you….Bela." Sam said standing up. Dean and I both looked at him like he was nuts.
A while later Sam and I were putting together the concoction so we could go into Bobby's head. It wasn't so hard to put together and soon we had three glasses filled and ready. We walked over to the beds and Sam handed Dean a glass.
"Well, shall we dim the lights and sync up 'Wizard of Oz' and 'Dark Side of the Moon'?" Dean asked.
"Why?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"It would be interesting but no." I said.
"What did you do during college?" Dean asked. Sam didn't answer and Dean brought the glass up about to drink it.
"Wait, wait, wait. Whew. Can't forget this." Sam said pulling out a yellow envelope. "Here." He said handing each of us some hair.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked.
"Bobby's hair, we need to drink some of the person in order for this to work." I said putting the hair in my hand in the glass.
"Well, I guess hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean said putting his in his glass as well. "Bottom's up." We clinked glasses and the three of us drank up the nasty tasting tea. Once all three of us finished our tea we just looked around, like it didn't work.
"Feel anything?" Dean asked.
"Not really." I said.
"You feel anything?" Sam asked.
"No," Dean said. "maybe we got some bad schwag." Then in the distance it started to thunder and I was hearing rain hit the window.
"Hey, when did it start raining?" Sam asked.
"It wasn't." I said. The three of us stood up from the bed and Dean went over to the window to look outside.
"When did it start raining upside down?" Dean asked.
"What?" I asked going over with him as well. We turned around and we were no longer in the hotel room, but a room that was familiar, but clean.
"Okay, I don't know what's weirder – the fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens." Dean said.
"Wait. Wait a second." Sam said as he looked around finally getting it as well.
"Imagine it without the paint job, more cluttered, dusty, with books all over the place." I said.
"It's Bobby's house." Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam said with a chuckle as we walked around.
"Bobby?!" Dean called out. We separated and I walked into the kitchen while Dean stayed in the living and Sam went to the entrance way.
"Bobby?" Sam whispered on the staircase. "Dean, Izzy," we looked over at him as he was still visible. "I'm gonna look outside."
"No, no, no. Stay close." Dean said.
"Be careful." I said.
"Dude, I'll be fine. Just look around in here." Dean gave Sam a look himself. "Look, we got to find him." Sam said.
"Don't do anything stupid." Dean said. Sam nodded and headed for the front door.
"He'll be fine, Dean. I mean come on, how much trouble are we going to get into inside Bobby's head?" I asked.
"Well, we could run into the killer." Dean pointed out.
"Come on, let's just go find Bobby." I said. I opened up the doors to the kitchen and we walked in.
"Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Bobby!" I called out. We walked to the hallway off of the kitchen.
"Bobby?!" Dean called. I suddenly felt odd and looked behind us, so did Dean.
"Who's out there?" Bobby asked from inside the closest from behind us. We walked over to the door to see it covered in scratches. I shared a concerned look with my big brother and he looked back at the door.
"Bobby, you in there?" Dean asked.
"Dean?" he asked.
"Yeah, and Izzy too, open up." I said. Bobby opened up and I was never so happy then to see him in all my life. Bobby stepped out and looked around the corner and into the kitchen.
"Hey." Dean said.
"How the hell did you find me?" Bobby asked.
"We got a hold of African Dream Root so we could come in here and get you." I said.
"Dream root? What?" Bobby asked.
"Dr. Gregg – the experiments?" Dean said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asked. The lights started flickering and Bobby started to panic again. "Hurry." He said grabbing our arms and pulling us back towards the closest he locked himself in.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" Dean asked.
"She's coming." Bobby said.
"Who's coming?" I asked.
"Okay, you know this is a dream right?" Dean asked.
"W-what, are you crazy?" Bobby asked.
"Well, he can be at times but he is sane at the moment." I said.
"It's a dream, Bobby. None of this is real." Dean said. I now knew what he was doing, trying to convince Bobby that this isn't real so he could wake up. Bobby pointed to something behind us and I turned around to see a woman stepping through the door.
"Does that look made up?" Bobby asked. Dean turned around as well, and as the blonde woman came closer I noticed that she was covered in stab wounds. The closest door slammed shut and Bobby turned to start trying to open it. After a while Bobby turned back to look at the woman approaching us.
"Bobby, who is that?" I asked.
"She's….she's my wife." Bobby said with something caught in his throat. I suddenly felt sorry for the woman, this was not how Bobby should remember her.
"Why Bobby, why did you do this to me?" Karen asked.
"I'd have rather died myself than hurt you." Bobby said as we walked slowly into the kitchen.
"But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me…again and again. You watched me bleed…watched me die." She said.
"Bobby, she's not real." Dean said as he reached to grab Bobby.
"How could you?" Karen asked.
"You were possessed, Baby. You were rapid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you." Bobby said with tears in his voice. I couldn't really blame the guy, being confronted by his dead wife and all.
"You're lying. You wanted me dead. If you'd loved me, you would have found a way!" Karen screamed.
"I'm sorry." Bobby said.
"Come on." I said as Dean and I pushed Bobby out of there and through the kitchen to the living to close the door. Dean and I blocked the door to keep it closed as Karen was pounding on it to try and get at Bobby.
"I'm telling you – all of it, your house, your wife – it's a nightmare." Dean said to Bobby. I looked over to see a wire and nudged Dean as I grabbed it so I could tie the handles together so we didn't have to keep holding it.
"I killed her." Bobby said almost without any life which scared me.
"Bobby, this is your dream. You can wake up. You got to wake up." I said.
"Hell, you can do anything." Dean said.
"Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already." Bobby said coming closer. I turned and slapped him across his face.
"Wake the hell up, Bobby. I can't lose you too. I've already lost both my parents, about to lose my big brother as well, I won't be able to live if the closest person I've seen as my father die as well." I said angrily. Bobby just blinked and looked at me as if he was fully comprehending what I was saying, what Dean and I were telling him.
"I'm dreaming?" Bobby asked.
"Yes, now take control of it!" Dean yelled from right next to me. Bobby closed his eyes and concentrated and the pounding stopped. Dean walked over to the door and opened it to see an empty kitchen.
"I don't believe it." Bobby said.
"Believe it. Now, would you please wake up?" Dean asked. Then all of a sudden all three of us, Dean, Sam and I were sitting up in bed gasping for breath.
"That…was trippy." I said.
"No kidding," Sam said.
"Let's go check on Bobby." Dean said.
"I'll bring the research." I said.
Once again we were back in the hospital room we had become accustomed to the last day or so. Bobby was sitting up and smiling at us so I sat down next to him and he hugged me and kissed my temple. Dean sat down in the chair next to the bed and Sam went to go find the guy while I handed the papers to Bobby, who began to shift through them.
"That, uh, that stuff – all that stuff with your wife…that actually happen?" Dean asked after a while.
"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby said.
"I'm sorry." Dean said.
"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for the both of you I'd still be lost in there…or dead." Bobby said. He looked at the two of us with a look of appreciation. "Thank you." Sam came in at that moment and clapped his hands to get our attention.
"So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now." Sam said.
"He ain't much of a stoner." Bobby said.
"No?" Dean asked.
"What is he then?" I asked.
"His name is Jeremy Frost – full-on genius – 160 I.Q. Which is saying something, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Bobby said.
"Damn, now I feel sorry for him." I said. Bobby chuckled and Sam ruffled my hair which I slapped his hand away.
"Here's father of the year." Bobby said handing Sam another piece of paper. "He died before Jeremy was 10."
"Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam said handing the paper over to Dean.
"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand. He hasn't dreamed since." Bobby said.
"Till he started dosing the Dream Drug." Dean said.
"Yep," Bobby said.
"Gotta say, I do feel kind of bad for the kid." I said. "How did he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?"
"He was rooting around in my skull; God knows what he saw in there." Bobby said.
"Yeah, how did he get in there in the first place?" Sam asked.
"Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair or DNA, or something?" I asked finishing Sam's thought process.
"Yeah, before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest friggin' thing." Bobby said.
"Oh, I don't know, it wasn't that dumb." Dean said.
"Dean, you didn't." I said.
"I was thirsty." Dean said.
"That's great. Now he can come after either one of you." Sam said.
"Well, now we just have to find him first." Dean said.
"We better work fast…and coffee up. 'Cause one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." Bobby said.
"Great, just what I wanted, a few days with absolutely no sleep. I hate you so much right now, Dean." I said getting off of Bobby's bed to stand next to Sam.
The next two days were the longest of my life. Sure, I've stayed up all night before but not two days in a row. My only saving grace was coffee and Jake. Once I told him what was going on he finished the job he was on and came to see us. After forty-eight hours without any sleep we were all crabby and snapped at each other for pretty much every little thing. Jake and I went with my brothers to follow up any leads, which is good because unlike us Jake has been able to sleep.
"I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a friggin' ghost!" Dean exclaimed in the car coming back from a possible lead. "Where the hell could he be?"
"Dean, you're sure you don't want me to drive?" Sam asked.
"Or me?" I asked.
"You seem a little caffeinated, dude." Jake said.
"Well, thanks for the news flash, Edison!" Dean exclaimed. His cell began to ring and started to dig in his pockets, trying to pull it out. "Tell me you got something." That was probably Bobby calling to check on us.
"What the hell, Bobby!" he shouted into the phone after a second. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just – I'm – I'm tired." A second. "What's Bela got?" another pause. "Great! Well, I'm just gonna blow my brains out now!" Dean exclaimed closing his phone and tossing it on the seat.
"This is a side of Dean I've never seen before." Jake whispered into my ear.
"Yeah, well, that's what happens if he doesn't sleep for a while." I whispered back. Dean continued driving for a while before he suddenly turned off the road into a clearing and parked the car.
"All right, that's it. I'm done." Dean said leaning back into the seat.
"What're you doing?" Sam asked.
"Taking myself a long-overdue nap." Dean said.
"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after you!" I exclaimed.
"That's the idea." Dean said.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked.
"Come on, man. We can't find him, so let him come to me." Dean said.
"Sam, it's a good idea, as long as we're in there with him." I said.
"On his own turf though, he's basically a god there, isn't he?" Jake asked.
"I can handle it." Dean said.
"Not alone you can't." Sam said reaching over and pulling a few of Dean's hairs out of his head. He handed some to Jake and I and I pulled out a few bottles of the tea from the cooler at my feet and handed them out. Jake followed our actions as we dropped the hairs into the liquid and drank it.
"Ow, what was that for?" Dean asked.
"We're coming in with you." I said.
"No you're not." Dean said.
"Why not?" Sam asked. "At least it'll be four against one."
"'Cause I don't want any of you digging around in my head." Dean said.
"Too bad." Sam and I said.
The fight was over and Dean gave in and we drank the tea and the four of us were fast asleep. I groaned as I woke to find myself still in the Impala with my brothers and boyfriend still with me. Sam woke up next and he got Dean up and I got Jake up and we stepped out of the car.
"For the love of God." Dean muttered as we got out. "What're we still doing here?"
"I don't know." Sam said.
"Well, I'm not really surprised, it is your head, and you love this car so frigging much." I said.
"Shut up." Dean said. Out in the distance we heard branches cracking as if they were being stepped on or snapped.
"There's someone out there." Sam said.
We started walking a little bit until we started hearing music and a bright light shone on a spot in the clearing. There in the light was Lisa and she was wearing a dress and sitting on a picnic blanket with a picnic spread on it. I looked over at my brother and couldn't help but snigger. This was just priceless.
"Hey, you gonna sit down? Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick Ben up from baseball." Lisa said to Dean as she held up another glass of wine. Dean turned to look at us, and Jake and I had huge shit eating grins on our faces.
"I've never had this dream before." Dean said.
"Sure, you haven't." I said.
"Shut up, and get that grin off of your face before I do it for you." Dean said. I started to laugh and we walked away from the scene. The scene vanished just as Lisa said that she loved Dean.
"Where'd she go?" Dean asked. Sam, Jake and I looked around to see if we could find Jeremy anywhere in the trees.
"Dean, Izzy, Jake." Sam said looking in another direction. We looked over to see Jeremy lurking in the trees. We all took off after him. We got split up from the trees except that I was still with Jake. We stopped and looked around, there was no sign of my brothers.
"Sam! Dean!" I yelled out.
"Izzy, I don't think they'll be able to hear you. Maybe Jeremy separated us on purpose, get us alone. You know." Jake said.
"Right, well, let's go find them." I said. We were still outside, when came across another scene, this time when we were all kids.
"How old are you guys?" Jake asked as we watched the scene. I remember it so clearly.
"I was six almost seven and Sam was 11 almost 12 and Dean had just turned 16. We were staying at Pastor Jim's and it was the first time we were ever somewhere where the snowfall was great enough to have a decent snowball fight." I said. And there it was all, the entire thing. Sam and I were tag teaming against our big brother.
"You guys look happy." Jake stated.
"Come on, we gotta keep moving." I said as we started walking through the forest again. In the distance again I heard pained grunting and something hitting flesh. "Do you hear that?" I asked. Jake stopped and listened and nodded and we ran in that direction.
We came back to the clearing where the Impala was to see Sam tied to stakes to the ground and Jeremy beating my brother with a baseball bat. I yelled and ran at him and tackled him. Jeremy looked up and was surprised. I was thrown into the car and had my arms and legs tied almost instantly and gagged as well.
"You wait your turn little girl, I need to finish off your brother first." Jeremy said. "You can't stop me, there's nothing I can't do in here."
"Because of the Dream Root." Sam grunted. Jake skirted around Jeremy, trying not to gather attention for himself so he could untie me.
"That's right." Jeremy said.
"Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something." Sam said.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I took the dream root, too." Sam said breathing heavily. After a second we heard a very loud and angry voice that kind of reminded me of Dad when he was angry.
"Jeremy?! Jeremy!" Mr. Frost yelled coming out of the woods towards his son.
"No." Jeremy said staring at his father. "Dad?"
"You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy!" he yelled. Sam was able to get out of his bonds and Jake got me untied as well. Sam then took the baseball bat and slapped Jeremy upside the head while he was distracted. He hit him again and we woke up with a gasp in the Impala.
"Can we go back to the hotel now?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's go." Dean said. He started up the car again and I almost instantly fell asleep in the car on the way back. The next morning Sam went and got Bobby and Dean was trying to get ahold of Bela. Sam and Bobby walked in as Dean closed the phone.
"Have you guys seen Bela, she's not in her room and she's not answering her phone?" Dean asked.
"She must have taken off or something." Sam said.
"Just like that? That's not like her." I said.
"Well, if you ask me what's weird, it's why she helped us in the first place." Bobby said.
"I thought you saved her life." Dean said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asked.
"That thing that happened in Flagstaff." I said.
"That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal. That's all." Bobby said.
"Son of a Bitch." I said looking around the room, seeing if anything was missing.
"You kids better check your pockets." Bobby said. My eyes widened and I went over to the safe.
"No," I said opening the safe to see it empty.
"The Colt, Bela stole the Colt." Sam said.
"Damn it, kids!" Bobby cursed.
"Pack your crap." Dean said.
"Why? Where are we going?" Sam asked.
"We're gonna hunt the bitch down." Dean said.
"I'm all for that." I said. I turned to Jake and he smiled and gave me a kiss and left the room to get back on the road. It didn't take us long to pack up and get outside. I had tossed my stuff in the trunk and Sam and Dean were getting there stuff in there as well.
"Sam, Izzy, I was wondering, when you were in my head, what did you see?" Dean asked.
"Uh, just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you." Sam said.
"I saw that one snowball fight at Pastor Jim's." I said. My brothers looked over at me and smiled.
"That was an epic snowball fight." Dean said.
"Why, because the two of us beat you?" Sam asked.
"No, I totally beat the two of you." Dean said.
"What about you, you never said what you saw?" I asked Dean.
"Nothing, I was looking for the two of you the whole time." Dean said. Dean closed the trunk and we piled into the car. "Sam, Izzy,"
"Yeah," we said looking back at him.
"I've been doing some thinking. And…well, the thing is…I don't want to die. I don't want to go to hell." Dean said. Sam and I shared looks and I put my arms around Dean's neck from behind and he grabbed my arm like it was a lifeline.
"We'll find a way to save you." Sam said.
"Yeah, we won't let you go without a fight, De." I said.
"Okay, good." Dean said loosening my arm and kissed my hand. I leaned back into the seat and looked at Sam and we shared a smile and Dean started the car and we drove off.