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The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Chapter 9: Dream a Little Dream of Me
HOUSE - NIGHT
Bobby is walking through the house, flashlight in hand, looking around. He hears a sound and he turns around, but there's nothing there. He looks a bit worried. When he reaches the doors to the kitchen he slowly slides them open, and takes a few steps in. He scans the room and suddenly hears a woman scream and she attacks him. He falls to the floor with her on top of him and she struggles with him, pulling him back and forth, while she's still screaming. The screen flashes white a few times and then...
MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Bobby was a sleep on the bed. The door unlocked from the outside and a maid came in. After a few steps she saw Bobby on the bed, who hadn't reacted to the noises she'd made.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She began to walk out again, but as she retrieved the keys from the door, and Bobby still hadn't moved, she looked a bit worried. "Sir?" Since he was still not moving, she left the keys in the door and walked over the his bed. She touched him on the shoulder. "Wake up." He didn't react. Flash back to the kitchen where the woman was still screaming and Bobby was trying to survive the attack. She slammed his head against the floor. Flash to his bed where the maid had grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, trying to wake him up. "Wake up, you hear me? Wake up. Sir, wake up!" She turned around to the door, panicked. "Help! I need some help in here!"
BAR - DAY
A bartender turned around, with a bottle in his hand, to a man and a woman. He grabbed a glass and walked down the bar.
"Cheers!" A man said. Sam was sitting in the background nursing a drink. He was tilting his glass back and forth slowly, almost spilling out the contents. He was looking sad. He also appeared a bit drunk. Across from his glass was another with a little left in it. The door opened behind him and Dean walked in. When Dean saw Sam he walked over, his brows furrowed.
"There you are. Is Sabrina with you and…what are you doing?" Sam turned to him.
"She's in the bathroom. I'm having a drink."
"It's 2 in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?"
"I drink whiskey all the time."
"No, you don't."
"What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?" Dean looked around and saw the woman by the bar. She was probably 40 and she was not looking all that good, like the women Dean usually hit on.
"It does have slim pickings around here." He turned back to Sam. "What's going on with you?" Sam shook his head, and didn't say anything for a few moments. He looked completely lost.
"I tried, Dean." Dean looked a bit confused.
"To do what?" Dean asked.
"To save you." Sam said. Dean sat down next to him. He looked at the bartender.
"Could I get a whiskey, double, neat."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"No, you're drunk."
"I mean, where you're going... what you're gonna become." Sam looked close to tears and scoffed. "I can't stop it… I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you."
"What I've been telling you."
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't wanna be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself." Dean took in all this, and scoffed, and smiled a little. "What's wrong with you?" Dean looked over to meet Sam's eyes, but before they got a chance to say anything else, Dean's cell rang.
"Hello? ... Yes, this is Mr. Sniderson." Dean looked surprised. "What?" He looked at Sam. "Where?" He covered the mouthpiece and looked at Sam. "Get Sabrina."
HOSPITAL - DAY
Bobby was lying in a bed and Sam, Sabrina and Dean were standing next to his bed.
"So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam 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. Sniderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?"
"No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold."
"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" Sam asked
"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." Dean and Sam shared a look and then they looked over at Bobby. Sabrina looked at him sadly.
"Aya what's wrong with him?" She asked quietly.
Why do you assume I know everything?... I'm sorry, sweetheart, I haven't got a clue.
Dean looked at Sabrina and she shook her head.
MOTEL ROOM
The trio entered the room where Bobby was found.
"So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked.
"Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..." Dean said. He closed the door as they walked to the center of the room.
"I mean, he must have been working a job, right?" Sam asked. They continued to walk around the room.
"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" Sam opened a drawer, but it was empty. Dean did the same, and that too was empty. The room looked completely clean. "Research, news clippings..." Sam turned to the closet. "Or a frigging pizza box or a beer can." Dean walked away from the dresser he was looking in, and Sam walked over to the closet. Bobby's clothes were hanging there. He turned on the light and Dean turned around to him.
"How 'bout this?" Sam asked. He moved the clothes out of the way and on the wall behind them hung all of the news clippings, maps and pictures they were looking for. There were pictures of roots, mushrooms, seeds and a map where Bobby had written "Pittsburgh" in big letters and underlined it, post-its with addresses and numbers and a piece of paper about a plant. Dean chuckled.
"Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks."
"You make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asked. Dean took one of the papers about a plant and read the title of it.
""Silene capensis", which of course means absolutely nothing to me." Dean said.
"Here, obit." Sam said. He took a newspaper clipping and read from it as he skimmed it. ""Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist.""
"How'd he bite it?"
"Um.. actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." Dean took the clipping from him, reading it himself.
"That sound familiar to you?"
"Alright, um... So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something-" Dean looked up at him.
"That started hunting him."
"Yeah."
"Alright, stay here. See if you can make heads or tails of this." He pointed to the closet.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Look into the good doctor myself." Dean said before walking towards the door. Sam looked at Sabrina.
"We should get back to our room." She nodded.
"We should get all the research right?" He nodded.
"Yeah, come on."
DR. GREGG'S OFFICE
Books and boxes were cluttered over the office, ready to be packed up and removed. Dean and Dr. Gregg's assistant came in.
"So you're Dr. Gregg's lab assistant?"
"That's right."
"Well, his death must have come as a shock to you."
"Yeah, it did." Dean looked around the office, while Sanders stood behind him. "But, still, go in your sleep, peaceful... That's what you wish for, right?"
"Yeah. Right." Dean looked at a book on the doctor's desk. "Dr. Gregg uh.. studied sleeping disorders?" He picked up the book and held it up for Sanders "Dreams?"
"I don't understand. I went over all of this with the other detective." Dean put down the book and looked at her, curious.
"You already spoke to another detective?"
"Yes. A very nice older man with a beard."
"Well, I'd love to hear it again if you don't mind."
"Thing is, I'm sort of busy. Maybe we could do this later?"
"Sure. Yeah. Just bring you down to the station later this afternoon." Her face fell. "Get your statement on tape, do it all official-like."
"Look, okay, I didn't know about Dr. Gregg's experiments. Not until I was cleaning out his files."
"His experiments, uh...? The ones he was conducting on sleeping?" Dean asked confused.
"No one knew, okay? Not the university, not anybody. I already spoke with a lawyer and he told me I can't be held liable for anything."
"Maybe you couldn't, but that was before the new evidence came to light."
"New evidence?"
"Mhm."
"What new evidence?"
"I'm not at liberty to say." Sanders sighed, most likely feeling screwed.
"Look, I'm just a grad student, this was a gig to cover tuition."
"Maybe so. But, uh, still this-this... this could go on your permanent record. Unless you hand over the doctor's research to me. All of it."
JEREMY FROST RESIDENCE
Dean knocked on the door and held up his badge, which stated he was a detective for Pittsburgh police department, once it opened. Jeremy moved away from the door so Dean could come in.
"Look, I don't know what the RA said, but, ah, I was growing ferns." Dean walked in and scoffed.
"Take it easy, Phish, that's not why I'm here."
"Really?" Dean turned around to him. He had a file in his hands.
"Oh, thank God. Okay." Jeremy said relieved.
"I wanna talk to you about Dr. Gregg's sleep study."
"Yeah. Dr. Gregg just died, right?"
"You were one of his test subjects, right?"
"Yeah." Jeremy opened his fridge and took out two beers. He held them up a bit, motioning as a question. He then held one out to Dean. "Unless you're on duty or whatever?" Dean looked to the door for a second, and then decided to go for the beer.
"I guess I can make an exception." Dean took the bottle and Jeremy grabbed the bottle opener. He opened his bottle as Dean opened his. They held up their beers to each other and then took a swigg. Dean closed his eyes as he took in the beer, enjoying the taste. He gave a small smile before continuing with the interview. "Now, Dr. Gregg was testing treatments for a, uh, "Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome"? Which means...?"
"Um.. I, uh.. I can't dream." Dean made a "huh" face.
"I had this bike accident when I was a kid and banged my head pretty good and I haven't had a dream since. Till the study. You know. Sort of."
"What'd the doc give you?"
"It's this yellow tea. It.. it smelled awful, tasted worse."
"What did it do?"
"Just passed right out. And uh, I had the most vivid, super-intense dream. Like a bad acid trip, you know?"
"Totally." Dean said forgetting his character then snapped back into it. "I mean, no."
"That was it. I dropped out of the stuffy right after that. I didn't... like it. To tell you the truth... it kind of scared me." Dean looked at him, thoughtful.
HOSPITAL
Dean was sitting by Bobby's bed, looking at him, thoughtful. Sam entered after a few seconds with Sabrina behind him. Dean heard Sam and turned around to look at him. They shared a look before the two walked further into the room.
"How is he?" Sam asked. Dean rubbed his hand over his chin as he turned back to Bobby. Sam walked to stand by the foot of the bed; he had got files in his hand. Sabrina walked to the other side of the bed and sat down.
"No change. What you got?" Dean got up and walked over to Sam, to see what he brought with him.
"Well, considering what you told me about the doc's experiments.." He sighed. "..Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense."
"How so?" Sam held up a picture of a plant from the folder.
"This plant, Silene capensis, is also known as African Dream Root. It's been used by shaman and medicine men for centuries."
"Let me guess. They dose up, bust out didjeridus, start kicking around the hackey."
"Not quite. If you believe the legends, it's used for dreamwalking. I mean, entering another person's dreams, poking around in their heads."
"I take it we believe the legends." They shared a look.
"When don't we? But dreamwalking is just the tip of the iceberg." They picked up a paper from the folder that contains info on the root and a drawing of it.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this Dream Root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger."
"You can control anything. You could turn bad dreams good, you could turn good dreams bad." Sam said.
"And killing people in their sleep?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.
"For example." Sam said. Dean sighed. "So let's say uh, let's say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients, Tim Leary-style."
"Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night."
"What about Bobby?" Sam asked. He looked over at him. "I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?"
"I don't know." Dean said.
HOUSE; DREAM
Back in the house Bobby was dreaming about in the beginning. He was holding a door closed as the woman was banging on it, making it rattle. She continued to scream and Bobby was panting, scared. He looked around for something to held the door, and grabbed an old suitcase. He desperately grabbed around the space of the closet, for anything to hold the door. He grabs a broom and holds his back to the door, trying to keep it closed.
"Help me! Somebody help me!" Bobby screamed. "HELP ME!"
HOSPITAL HALLWAY
The trio left Bobby's rom and they walked the hallway.
"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?" Dean asked.
"Could be anyone." Sam said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Anyone who knew the doctor and had access to his dream shrooms."
"Maybe one of his test subjects or something?"
"Possible. But his research was pretty sketchy. I mean.. I don't know how many subjects he had or who all of them were." Sam scoffed and Dean looked at him.
"What?" Dean asked. Sam sighed loudly.
"Any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now." Dean looked like he just thought of something. He grabbed Sam by his arm to stop him and he looked up at him. Sabrina stopped and looked at the two.
"You know what? You're right."
"What?"
"Let's go talk to him."
"Sure, I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided." Sam said a little confused.
"Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You wanna go dream-walking inside Bobby's head?"
"Yeah. Why not? Maybe we could help."
"We have no idea what's crawling around in there."
"How bad could it be?"
"Bad."
"Dude, it's Bobby."
"Yeah, you're right." Sam scoffed. "One problem though. We're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some it..." Sam trailed off and looked at Sabrina. "Can Aya.. pop out to get some."
"Neither of us know where to look for one thing. And another thing, she can't go that far." Dean groaned.
"Crap." He said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Bela."
"Bela? Crap." Sam scoffed. "You're actually suggesting we ask her a favor?"
"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah." Dean walked away. Sam didn't move for a moment. He sighed and then he and Sabrina followed.
MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Sam was sitting by his laptop when a knock on the door sounded. Sam closed the lid on the computer, sighed and then walked over to the door. He cautiously only opened it a few inches and then when he saw who it was, he opened it up completely, walking with it, holding it up. Bela walked in in a trench coat.
"Hey, Sam." Bela said. Sam closed the door as Bela stopped in the room, turned around, and then faced him.
"Bela, I didn't think there's a chance in hell you'd show up." Sam said annoyed. He stood across from her, putting his hands on his hips. She just smiled at him.
"Well, I'm full of surprises. Though, truthfully..." She took hold of the belt of her trench coat, and began to walk towards Sam.
"You wanna know why I'm here?" Bela asked. Sam took a few steps back as Bela came up in front of him.
"Okay." She opened and took of her coat, revealing her in only her underwear.
"Because of you." Sam looked to the side, unsure and a bit embarrassed, as the coat fell to the floor.
"Uh.. What are you doing?" He looked down at her and she put her hand on his cheek, her eyes on his lips.
"I can't stop thinking about you." She said.
"What?" Sam asked confused. She leaned in and kissed him. He responded and put his hand on her arm. They breathed in with the kiss and she put her other hand on his waist.
"Are you sure?"
Sam landed on his back on the bed with Bela on top as they continued to kiss. They rolled over as Bela moaned and ended up beneath Sam.
"Sam. Sam. Sam. Oh."
"Sam! Wake up." Dean shouted.
Sam was by the desk, resting his head on his arm. Drool covered his hand and he had a smile on his face. Dean was sitting in the background, looking through the papers about the case. Sabrina got up from her spot next to Dean and walked into the bathroom. Sam smiled a little more and then realized it was just a dream. His smiled disappeared and he sat up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The same hand he had drooled on, which he discovered then he wiped his face with his other arm. Dean smiled at him.
"Dude, you were out. Making some serious happy noises." Dean said. Sam looked very uncomfortable and didn't looked over at Dean. "Who were you dreaming about?" Dean asked.
"What? No one. Nothing."
"Come on, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie?"
"No."
"Brad Pitt?" Sam turned around, almost looking at him.
"No. No. Dude, it doesn't matter."
"Whatever."
"Whatever." Sam repeated to himself.
"I called Bela." Sam went still at this, a smile quickly flashed by.
"Bela? Yeah? She-What'd she.. you know, say? She.. gonna.. help us?" Sam asked trying to cover his voice when answering.
"Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one. I've been trying to decipher the doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do." Sam was still in his chair, back to Dean, looking around a little.
"You gonna come help me with this stuff?" Dean looked over at him. Sam looked around, and then down to his.. He looked up, still keeping his back to Dean.
"Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec." Sam said. He moved around a bit in his seat, moving his hands around. Suddenly a knock on the door sounded. They both turned in its direction. Sam stayed in his chair as Dean got up to open the door. Dean opened the door just inches, just like Sam did in his dream. When he saw who it was, he looked annoyed and opened up the door, walking with it.
"Bela. As I live and breathe." Dean said. Bela entered, wearing a similar trench coat to the one in Sam's dream, only this one was black and the other one was tanned. Sam reacted to her right away due to the dream, and tried to cover up his "situation". Aya walked out of the bathroom – they had heard Bela's name so Aya came out – and walked over to stand by Sam. Aya moved around him and sat on his lap. He stared at her.
"What are you doing?" He whispered.
"You called me. Remember?" Bela said.
"I remember you turning me down." Dean said.
"Helping." Aya whispered.
"Well, I'm just full of surprises." Bela said. Sam, waved one hand at her while the other was placed on Aya's side awkwardly. He wasn't looking at her.
"Hey, Bela. What's going on?" Aya also waved with a smile. Dean looked from her to Sam, doing a double-take when he say Aya, and Bela just continued on.
"I brought you your African Dream Root." She handed over a jar of it to Dean. "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by." She put her bag on the TV and went to open her coat, with her back to Sam.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Dean asked.
"What? I can't do you a little favor every now and again?"
Sam got a bit more tense but curious of her as she was removing her coat. He obviously had his mind somewhere else. Aya rolled her eyes at him.
"No, you can't." Dean said. The coat fell away and revealed her in a regular shirt, and not as naked as Sam was hoping. He let out a breath silently, visibly relaxing a bit more. "Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them."
"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" Bela asked. Dean nodded. "Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you."
"Bobby? Why?"
"He saved my life once." Short pause. "In Flagstaff." Dean threw a look Sam's way and Sam just shrugged. He looked back at her, still not responding to her statement. "I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?"
"Maybe." Dean said. She looked at Dean, who was looking at the jar, and at Sam who was looking at Aya awkwardly.
"So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?" Bela asked.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense."
Sam looked a bit disappointed. Dean walked over to the closet. He turned on the lights and opened up the safe, where the Colt was, and he put in the jar of Dream Root with it. Bela and Sam were watching him.
"None taken." Bela said. Sam looked up at her quickly and Dean closed the safe, locking it. He walked into the room again, where Bela was looking a bit annoyed now. "It's 2 am. Where am I supposed to go?"
"Get a room. Ah, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it."
"You..." She took her bag in a huff and walked to the door, retrieving her coat on the way. Sam jumped out of his chair, making Aya fall off and glare up at him, and he called after her.
"Nice to see-.. Seeing you..." She slammed the door behind her, ignoring him. "Bela."
Dean who was smiling after her, took that in and he turned to Sam, a bit confused then looked at Aya who turned back to Sabrina who sighed with a roll of her eyes.
Sam walked over to the beds with two glass cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. Dean was sitting on the bed, waiting for him. Sabrina was sitting criss-cross on the other bed. As Sam comes over, he handed Dean one of the cups and then sat down on the other bed next to Sabrina.
"Uh, should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" Dean asked. Sam looked over at him, with a smile.
"Why?" Dean looked at him, disappointed.
"What did you do during college?"
Sam looked at him with his usual "huh" reaction to such questions. Dean went to drink the liquid but Sam stopped him.
"Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Dean put down the cup and looked over at him as he pulled out a little brown envelope from his shirt pocket. He pulled something out and as Dean reached out his hand, he put it in it. "Here."
"What the hell is that?"
"Bobby's hair."
"We have to drink Bobby's hair?"
"That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta drink some of their uh... Some of their body."
"It's like pollyjuice potion in a way." Sabrina said with a small chuckle. Sam chuckled while Dean looked confused.
"Polly-"
"Forget it." Sam said.
"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean said. They put it in and Sam exhaled, getting ready to drink what seemed to be a very disgusting drink. They both raised their cups a bit. "Bottoms up."
"Yeah." They put their cups together in a toast and then drank it all up. They both grunted, trying to swallow, which seemed to be a little hard. They smacked their mouths a bit, due to the awful taste. They looked quite disgusted and nothing seemed to have changed.
"Feel anything?"
"No. You feel anything?" Sam looked over at him as he shook his head a little.
"No." He held up the cup and looked in it. "Maybe we got some bad shwag." There was thunder from outside and rain pattered on the window. Sam looked over, a little confused.
"Hey, when did it start raining?" Dean looked over at the window as well. He got up and started walking to the window, that was covered with white curtains. As he came up to it he pulled the curtains apart to look outside, and saw that the rain was actually not coming from the sky, but from the ground.
"When did it start raining upside down?" Dean asked looking back to Sam. "Sabrina's gone."
"I'm pretty sure we are." Sam said. They were suddenly standing in the same house that Bobby was dreaming about. They looked around a bit and the window Dean was just looking out through, was gone and instead there was a fireplace. The entire bedroom part of the motel have turned into a living room.
"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 was looking at Sam while he just looked around the room a bit more.
"Wait. Wait a sec. Imagine the place without the paint job." He began gesturing to everything he was talking about. "More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." They began to move around the living room.
"It's Bobby's house." Dean said.
"Yeah."
"Bobby?" Dean called out in a hushed voice. As Sam walked to the opening of the living room, by the stairs, he felt someone watching him. He turned around. Sam kept watching. Sam finally turned back around and walked slowly to the stairs.. Sam looked up towards the top of the stairs.
"Bobby?" He whispered. Sam looked towards the door, while Dean was still in the living room. "Dean?" Dean turned around to Sam. "I'm gonna go look outside."
"No, no, no, stay close." Dean whispered.
"Dude, I'll be fine. Just, look around in here. Look, we gotta find him."
"Don't do anything stupid." Sam nodded and walked to the door. Through the windows is could be seen that it was still raining outside.
BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM - DAY OUTSIDE
Sam came out and everything was in bright techni-color and the sun was shining. The house was bright blue, with flowers all around, and birds chirping could be heard. Sam walked out on the porch, a confused look on his face. In the yard was Bobby's car that looked completely new. The walkway was lined with all kinds of bright, beautiful flowers. While Sam took this in, the door suddenly slammed shut behind him. Sam turned around at the sound and went back and tried to open it but it was locked.
"Dean!" He walked over to the window next to the door and banged on the wall while looking in. Dean could be seen through the window, still looking around the house with his back to Sam, but he didn't seem to react to neither Sam calling his name or him banging on the wall. "Dean!" Sam walked down the porch out of view.
BOBBY'S HOUSE INSIDE; DREAM
Dean opened the doors to the kitchen, and walked in, looking around cautiously. He moved through the kitchen towards the hallway on the other side.
"Bobby?" He walked out into the hallway, where there were two doors. One across from the kitchen and one on the left. "Bobby!"
He turned around as if he heard something and looked down the hallway in the other direction, where there was another closed door.
"Who's out there?" Bobby asked, scared.
Dean turned back to the door that was on his left when he entered the hallway. He walked over to the door and with long scratchmarks on it. Dean touched them as he went for the doorknob.
"Bobby, you in there?" Dean whispered.
"Dean?"
"Yeah. It's me. Open up." Bobby opened the door and looked behind Dean. "Hey." Bobby moved towards the kitchen, looking scared and looking around to make sure the screaming woman wasn't there. He was scratched up on his cheek and nose. Dean walks up next to him.
"How in the hell did you find me?" Bobby asked.
"Sam and I got our hands on some of that Dream Roof stuff. Sabrina couldn't come, ya know the whole two people, one head thing."
"Dream Root? What? Sabrina?"
"Dr. Gregg, the experiments?" Bobby, who was still looking around, threw him a glance. He was terrified.
"What the hell are you talking about?" The lamps began to flicker. "Hurry." He ran for the closet again. Dean turned around and grabbed him, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh. What's going on?"
"She's coming."
"Okay, you know this is a dream, don't you?"
"What are you, crazy?" Bobby asked terrified.
"It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real!" Suddenly the woman from his dreams earlier opened the door on the other side of the hallway, behind Dean. Bobby pointed to her.
"Does that look made-up?" Dean turned around and saw the woman coming out into the hallway. She was wearing a white dress and there was blood on it and her. Suddenly the closet door slammed shut and Bobby turned around, rattling the doorknob to make it open. Dean looked at him and then when Bobby turned around, Dean looked back at the woman. She looked rather normal except for a few cuts on her chest and neck. Even her hair was styled in a regular fashion. She didn't look happy though.
"Bobby, who is that?" Bobby had tears in his eyes, but not from being terrified.
"She's... She's my wife."
Now her expression wasn't as hard, she was just looking back at Dean and Bobby. Dean looked from Bobby to her and back again.
MOTEL ROOM - DAY
The boys were each lying on their beds, knocked out. Dean even had the cup still in his hand. Sam's was on the floor between the beds and his arm was hanging above it. They're both on their backs. Sabrina frowned looking at them.
OUTSIDE BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM - DAY
In the backyard Sam came around the house. There was a little pond and loads of beautiful flowers. Sam walked further into the backyard, just looking around.
INSIDE BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM
"Why Bobby?" His wife asked. "Why did you do this to me?"
They were standing in the kitchen, by the living room, and his wife was standing in the doorway leading to the hall. At her words, Bobby turned around.
"I'd rather died myself than hurt you." He said.
"But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me. Again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die."
Dean came up behind Bobby and grabbed a hold of him.
"Bobby, she's not real." Dean said. Bobby didn't respond to Dean, his eyes were on his wife.
"How could you?" She asked. Bobby was close to crying.
"You were possessed, baby. You were rabid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you."
"You're lying. You wanted me dead. If you'd loved me," She started screaming. "you would've found a way!"
"I'm sorry." He said. Dean grabbed a hold of him again, more forceful this time.
"Come on." He dragged him into the living room and as he began to slide the doors closed, Bobby's wife ran for the doors, screaming.
OUTSIDE BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM
Sam was walking by a line of washed sheets, drying in the wind. When he turned around, Jeremy showed up with a bat, swinging, hitting him hard in the chest and shoulder.
MOTEL ROOM
Sabrina was putting on her jacket; she was planning on going to check on Bobby really quick, when Sam flinched from the hit.
"Sam?" Sabrina rushed over to him looking down at him concerned.
OUTSIDE BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM
Sam fell to the ground with the hit. Sam was on the ground, holding his shoulder and Jeremy stood over him.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
"Who are you? You don't belong here."
"You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head."
"You got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. He wanted to hurt me."
"Maybe because you're a killer."
"You should be nicer to me. In here... you're just an insect. I'm a god."
INSIDE BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM
Bobby's wife was jumping and banging on the doors to the living room, screaming.
"I'm telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare." Dean said. Dean was standing by the doors, keeping them closed. Bobby was standing across from him, just looking at him. His wife continued to bang and scream. Dean finally grabbed a wire to tie around the door handles.
"I killed her." Bobby cried.
"Bobby! This is your dream that you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do anything." He tied the doors together just as Bobby walked up behind him.
"Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already." Dean grabbed ahold of him, trying to get him to wake up, to snap out it all.
"Look at me. Look at me. You gotta snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. I'm not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die. You're like a father to me. You gotta believe me, please." They looked at each other for a moment. Bobby looked once at the door his wife was still banging on and screaming behind, and then he looked back at Dean.
"I'm dreaming?" Bobby asked.
"Yes. Now take control of it." Bobby looked towards the door, and then he closed his eyes tightly and suddenly all the banging and screaming stopped. Dean let go of him and walked over to the doors. He removed the cable and slid the doors open, revealing an empty kitchen. Bobby's wife was nowhere in sight.
"I don't believe it." Dean turned around and looked at him, breathing heavily.
"Believe it. Now would you please wake up?"
OUTSIDE BOBBY'S HOUSE; DREAM
Sam was still on the ground and Jeremy was standing over him.
"Sweet dreams." He said. Jeremy raised the bat and Sam pulled up his arm to take the impact. Jeremy swung the bat down hard.
HOSPITAL
Bobby woke up with a force, sitting up in bed. He was panting and looked around.
MOTEL ROOM
Dean and Sam woke up with a force, sitting up on their beds, panting. Sam almost bumped into Sabrina who was looking at him, concern all over her face. The boys were panting and Dean looked down at his cup. They looked over at each other.
"Are you okay?" Sabrina asked Sam. Dean held out his hands in a 'what about me?' gesture. "What happened in there?"
HOSPITAL; LATER
Bobby was sitting in bed, looking over the papers from the investigation. Dean was sitting on the bed next to him.
"Hey, Bobby. That, uh... That stuff, all that stuff with your wife?" Bobby looked over at him. "That actually happen?"
"Everybody got into hunting somehow."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead." A short pause. "Thank you."
Dean only responded with a twitch of his lips. Sam and Sabrina came in after that, seeing the guys sharing a look.
"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. He picked up a picture of Jeremy, looking at it.
"No?" Dean asked.
"No. His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Dean nodded at that. Bobby picked up another paper and handed it to Sam. "Here's Father of the Year." The paper was a copy of a driver's license for Jeremy's dad, Henry David Frost. "He died before Jeremy was 10."
"Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam said.
"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since." Bobby said. Sam put the paper back on the little side table.
"Till he started dosing the dream drug." Dean said.
"Yep."
"How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" Dean asked.
"He was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there." Bobby said.
"Yeah." Sam said. "How'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA or something?
"Yeah." Dean agreed.
"Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest frigging thing." Dean, realizing he'd done the same thing tried to make it a bit lighter.
"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." He said with a nervous laugh. The other three looked at him.
"Dean, you didn't." Sam said.
"I was thirsty." Dean said.
"That's great, now he can come after either one of you." Sam said angrily.
"Well, now we just have to find him first." Dean said.
"We better work fast and coffee up. Because one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." Bobby said.
TWO DAYS LATER
IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean was behind the wheel, Sam was sitting next to him. Dean was clearly pissed over the whole situation.
"I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a frigging ghost. Where the hell could he be?" Dean asked.
"Dean, you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little..." Dean looked over at him. "..caffeinated."
"Thanks for the news flash, Edison." Dean's cell rang. He tried to get hold of it but it turned out to be a bit hard and he muttered indistinctly. He finally got it up. "Tell me you got something." Dean said.
"Strip club was a bust, huh?" Bobby asked from in the motel room with Bela and Aya.
"Yeah."
"That was our last lead."
"What the hell, Bobby!"
"Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here."
"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just.. I'm-I'm-I'm tired." Bela was using her spirit board and tarot cards to find help from the dead while Aya sat on the bed looking bored.
"Well, who ain't?"
"What's Bela got?" Bobby turned to Bela.
"What do you got, Bela?"
"Sorry. Sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't." She said.
"She's got nothing." Bobby said to Dean.
"Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!" He flipped the phone closed and threw it in his lap. He hit the steering-wheel grunting angrily.
MOTEL ROOM
Bobby flipped his phone closed and looked over at Bela, who was still working by the board. Bobby walked over to her.
"Let me ask you somethin'." Bela looked up at him. "What are you doin' helping us?" She smiled a little.
"Bobby, I'm surprised you don't remember." Bobby squinted his eyes a little, not making the connection.
"Flagstaff?" Bobby looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Oh. Yeah. Right. Flagstaff." He said. Aya got up from the bed.
"Well, since I'm no help I'm going to pop out and get a drink." She looked at Bobby and he nodded. Aya left the room and closed her eyes.
IMPALA
The Impala was going down a road when suddenly Dean turned the car on a side road instead of continuing on. When they got to a clearing in the woods, he shut off the engine.
"Alright, that's it. I'm done."
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
Dean slid down a bit in his seat, resting his head on the back of it.
"Taking myself a long-overdue nap."
"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after you."
"That's the idea.
"Excuse me?"
"Come on man, we can't find him, so let him come to me."
"On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?"
"I can handle it."
"Not alone, you can't." He reached over and pulled out some of Dean's hair.
"Ow!" He touched his head where Sam grabbed some hair. He looked over at Sam.
"What are you doing?"
"Coming in with you."
"No, you're not."
"Why not? At least then it'll be two against one." Dean didn't have a response at first, opening and closing his mouth.
"'Cause I don't want you digging around in my head." Dean said.
"Too bad." Sam went for the items to make the liquid and Dean just looked at him for a moment. Suddenly Sam jerked back from reaching into the back seat. "Aya!" Dean turned to see her. "Don't do that." Sam said letting out a breath.
"You're going in Dean's head, I want in too." She said excitedly.
"You can't, remember?"
"Oh of course I can." She said waving her had dismissively. "Trust me, it'll be fine."
"You wanna drink this stuff."
"I'll hold my nose."
LATER
The three were asleep, leaning on the doors of the Impala. Sam woke up first, clearing his throat. The car was still where Dean had stopped it.
"Dean." Sam hit Dean on his arm and Dean woke up forcefully.
"Jeez. For the love of God." Dean said. He looked around a bit, looking extremely tired. "What are we still doing here?"
"I have no idea."
"Hey Sabr- What the hell?" Sam looked back and both boys stared. Aya looked at them then looked to her right.
"Ha! Awesome!" She started giggling. To her right Sabrina woke up. She looked over and frowned in confusion at the black haired woman sitting next to her.
"Aya?" Sam asked. She nodded.
"It's a dream; I can have my own body." She said looking down at it happily. "Aw." She frowned. "You boobs are still bigger than mine." She said looking at Sabrina. Suddenly a sound could be heard from outside the car.
"There's someone out there." Sam said.
They got out of the car, looking around. As they walked in front of the car, music could suddenly be heard. Dean looked behind him and then when he turned around, a corner of the clearing lit up, and there sat Lisa on a little blanket and a picnic basket. Dean just looked at her and she smiled up at him.
"Hey. You gonna sit down?" Lisa asked. Dean didn't move, he just looked at her. She had a glass of red wine in her hand and she reached for another glass in the basket. "Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick Ben up from baseball."
She held the glass for him, giving him another smile. Sam and the girls were standing a bit behind Dean, taking this all in as Dean just looked at her. He looked over at Sam and the girls.
"I've never had this dream before." Dean lied turning back, away from Sam and the girls. Sam took a few steps towards him. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Sorry." Sam said.
"Dean. I love you." Lisa said. She smiled and suddenly her entire scene shook and both her, the picnic, the lights and the music disappeared. Dean looked around, Sam turned around, doing the same.
"Where'd she go?" Sam asked. Sam was looking into the woods and suddenly Jeremy came out from behind a tree.
"Dean." He took after Jeremy, who ran off. Dean and the girls quickly followed Sam and they ran into the woods. Dean lost track on Sam, but kept running in the same direction. Suddenly he stopped and turns, looking around confused.
"Okay." He said. The girls were gone and the woods had turned into wallpaper and Dean was standing in a hallway with doors on both sides.
WOODS; DREAM
Sam was still running through them, in pursuit of Jeremy He came to a clearing, where he stopped, panting, looking around.
"Dean?!" Suddenly Aya ran out of the woods. She turned around and looked back before looking at Sam.
"They were right behind me I swear."
HALLWAY; DREAM
Dean was walking down the hallway towards a door at the end of it. Before he reached it, it suddenly opened up slowly. Dean stopped, watching. The door glided open more, revealing a motel room. Clicking could be heard, as Dean entered the room. As he came in, he noticed that the motel room looked exactly as the one he, Sabrina and Sam were staying in. Across the room from the door, sat a man on the chair by the desk. Dean walked further into the room, watching him.
"Jeremy?"
The man kept clicking the on and off button for the lamp on the desk, his back to Dean. He turned his head back towards Dean, and he didn't look very nice. Dean saw that the man was himself. Dream dean slowly stood up, and turned to Dean, who swallowed at the sight of himself. Dream Dean didn't look so stoic anymore.
"Hey, Dean."
"Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun." Real Dean said with a smile.
"We need to talk." Dean nodded and began to walk in a circle, as did Dream Dean. They were walking in the same direction just across from each other.
"I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano y mano with myself?"
"Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth." They stopped walking, now having changed places. Dean standing by the desk, Dream Dean by the door. "I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror... and hate what you see."
"Sorry, pal. it's not gonna work." Dean said smiling. "You're not real."
"Sure I am. I'm you."
"I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours." He raised his left hand. "All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye." He snapped his fingers once, and nothing happened. Dean snapped again, noticing nothing's happening. Dream Dean just watched him. He snapped them three more times and then let his hand fall to his side. The smile gone, but his eyebrows were raised at this. Dream Dean gave him a nod and looked at him, clearly saying "see".
"I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you." The door slammed shut behind him, and locked. All the smiles were gone from Dean's features, taking in the seriousness. "Like I said..." He raised his right hand, in which he now had a pistol-grip sawed-off. "..we need to talk."
IMPALA
A bang could be heard, and Sam woke up, gasping. He looked over at Dean, who was still asleep.
"Dean."
Sam hit him on the arm. "Hey." His face was away from Sam and he couldn't see it was Jeremy who was very much awake. Sam also didn't notice Sabrina wasn't in the back. "Wake up." He hit him on the arm two more times and then Jeremy turned around, with a hard, evil look. Sam only had a second to respond and take in that it was Jeremy and not Dean, and then Jeremy hit him hard in his stomach with the tip of the bat he used earlier in Bobby's Dream. Sam grunted and opened the door. Sam fell out through the door, face first, still grunting over the pain. Jeremy came around the front of the car, the bat resting against his shoulder.
"Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" As he walked towards Sam, who'd reached the back of the Impala still on the ground, he closed the door Sam fell out through and continued walking up to him. Towering over Sam who was turned over, looking up at him, still moving backwards.
"You're a psycho." Sam said.
"You're wrong."
"Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg."
"The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away." Sam was lying still on the ground, looking up at him. He leaned on the Impala, raising the bat, holding it like he was about to swing, looking down at Sam. "But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it."
"So you killed him?"
"I can dream again. You know what that's like, not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years."
"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy? I have a friend who can't dream and for the most part she turned out just fine." Jeremy leaned down towards Sam, holding the bat out at him.
"I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream."
"Sorry. Can't do that."
"That's the wrong answer." Sam was suddenly pulled flat against the ground. He began to breathe heavily. He was suddenly tied to railroad spikes, unable to move. "I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time." He was still standing by Sam's feet, now examining the bat. Sam looks to the side, and Jeremy looked down at him. "But you, your brother and your girlfriends? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you." Sam looked up at him.
MOTEL ROOM; DREAM
"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it." Dream dean said. Dean and Dream Dean had begun to circling each other again. "Talk about low self-esteem." He chuckled. "Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?"
"Wake up, Dean. Come on, wake up." Dean said to himself.
"I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam and Sabrina." Dream Dean scoffed. "And you don't even have her in the way you want her." They stopped circling each other. They were back in their original positions. Dean by the door, Dream Dean by the desk."You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."
"That-That's not true." Dean said smiling a little.
"No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" Dean scoffed, not wanting to admit to anything. "No. No, all there is is, "Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy!" You can still hear your Dad's voice in your head, can't you?" He motioned with the weapon to his head. "Clear as a bell."
"Just shut up." Dean said smiling. Dream Dean took down the weapon.
"I mean, think about it.." He began to walk towards Dean, whose smile was fading now. "..all he ever do is train you, boss you around." They were standing face to face. "But Sam... Sam he doted on. Sam, he loved."
"I mean it. I'm getting angry."
"Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument." Dream Dean started to get angry. "Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?"
"Son of a bitch!" Dean said, angry, pushing Dream Dean hard. He hit the wall above the desk, landing on it.
"My father was an obsessed bastard!" Dean screamed angrily. Dream Dean tried to get up and Dean kicked him down on the desk again. He held the weapon as a bat and hit Dream Dean once and then pinned him to the wall with it. "All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam. That was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family. He-" Dean stepped back and swung the weapon again, hitting Dream Dean twice. "He's the one who let Mom die." He pinned Dream Dean again. "Who wasn't there for Sam. I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me." He backed away from Dream Dean. "And I don't deserve to go to hell!"
He shot Dream Dean twice in the chest. He lowered the weapon and looked down at Dream Dean, who was dead. There was bloodspatter on Dream Dean's face and his eyes were closed.
OUTSIDE IMPALA; DREAM
Jeremy was hitting Sam repeatedly on his legs and knees, both with the bat and with his feet. Sam was grunting through the assault, not able to move.
MOTEL ROOM; DREAM
Dean approached Dream Dean on the desk, looking at him. Suddenly Dream Dean's eyes flickered open and they were completely black, as when a demon possesses a human. Dean widened his eyes at that. Demon Dean sat up, looking into Dean's eyes.
"You can't escape me, Dean." He said hard and angrily. "You're gonna die! And this, this is what you're gonna become!"
IMPALA; DREAM
Jeremy was standing over Sam, the bat hovering above Sam's chest.
"You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here."
"Because of the Dream Root." Sam said panting.
"That's right."
"Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something." Jeremy now held the bat, ready to swing down on Sam.
"What's that?" Sam looked up at him.
"I took the Dream Root too." He smiled.
"Jeremy!" A man called. As Jeremy turned around, Jeremy's father, Henry, was standing at the edge of the woods. "Jeremy!"
"No. No." Henry began walking towards him. "Dad?"
"You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy." Jeremy backed away from Sam and Henry. He no longer had the bat in his hands.
"No." Suddenly Aya showed up and hit Jeremy across his face with the bat. Sam looked at her and Sabrina, who stood next to her.
UNKNOWN LOCATION
Jeremy's eyes flicked open.
MOTEL ROOM; DREAM
Dream Dean stood up.
IMPALA; DREAM
Aya hit Jeremy again.
UNKNOWN LOCATION
Jeremy turned over on the cot he was sleeping on, a clear reaction to the hit from Aya. He began to shake and gasp in his bed, most likely from being beaten by Aya in his dream, and then he died.
MOTEL ROOM; DREAMDemon Dean disappeared.
IMPALA
The boys and Sabrina woke up. The boys looked over at each other and then looked away. Dean was clearly taken by what just happened. Sam looked back at Sabrina with a silent 'okay?' she nodded, closing her eyes.
HALLWAY - DAY
Bobby and Sam came around the corner and walked down the hallway together. Sam had a key to the room in his hands.
"So you did a little dream-weaving of your own in here, huh?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah. I just sort of concentrated and it happened, you know?" Sam said.
"Didn't have anything to do with... you know, your psychic stuff?" Sam looked at him, and they stopped walking. Bobby turned and looked at him.
"No. I mean, I don't think so."
"Good. Good." Bobby said nodding. They continued walking down the hallway.
MOTEL ROOM
Dean was on the phone with his back to the door. He closed the phone and when he heard the lock being unlocked he turned around, and Sam and Bobby entered.
"Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone." Dean said. They closed the door and came in.
"She must've taken off or something." Sam said.
"Just like that? It's a little weird." Dean said.
"Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place." Bobby said.
"I thought you saved her life." Dean asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asked confused.
"The thing in Flagstaff." Dean said. Sam turned around and looked at Bobby.
"That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." Bobby said. Dean got confused at that, closing his mouth. Sam turned around and looked at him, confused. He turned back to Bobby.
"Well, the why did y-?" Sam started
"You boys better check your pockets." Sam reaches into his pockets, as does Dean. Sabrina's face fell as it dawned on her and Bobby nodded at her before looking at the boys. "Not literally." Dean stopped what he was doing and slowly looked up at Sam and then turned to the safe in the closet. Sam, who was looking at Dean, did the same.
"No, no, no, no." Dean said walking to the safe. He opened it up and it was empty.
"The Colt." Sam said. Dean looked over at him and slammed the safe shut. "Bela stole the Colt."
"Damn it, boys!" Bobby said.
"Pack your crap." Dean said. Dean walked over to his bag on the couch.
"Why? Where are we going?" Sam asked. Dean turned to him.
"We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." Dean said.
MOTEL - DAY
The boys were standing by the open trunk of the Impala, Dean was zipping his bag closed and Sam put his own then Sabrina's in.
"Hey, Sam. I was wondering. When you were in my head, what did you see?" Dean asked.
"Uh, just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you. Easier to beat my brains out that way, I guess." Dean scoffed then looked at Sabrina.\
"Separated me and Aya in the woods, she found me then Sam."
"What about you? You never said." Sam said. Dean shook his head.
"Nothing. I was looking for any of you the whole time."
Dean took the keys out the lock to the trunk and closed it. They got into the car. Sam sighed as he sat down. Dean looked thoughtful for a while.
"Sam." Dean said. Sam looked over at him.
"Yeah?" Dean didn't look at him and cleared his throat.
"I've been doing some thinking. And... Well, the thing is... I don't wanna die." Sam's expression softened and saddened. "I don't wanna go to hell." Sam swallowed, not answering right away. He nodded his head softly.
"Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." Sam said softly. Dean looked over at him, and then looked away nodding. He looked back at Sam, a little smile on his lips.
"Okay, good." Sam nodded at him, reassuringly. Dean looked to the side remembering…
"You can't escape me, Dean." Dream Demon Dean said. "You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become."
Sorry I haven't posted in a while I was working on another story as well as 2 essays and some other things. I'm back to working on this though. I'm posting this on Monday hopefully and I'll have worked on the next few chapters Sunday. (timestamp Mon. I have the next two done. Working on one I'm posting Thursday today as I am home from school sick.)