Dean looked over to his siblings as they walked through the hallway of the hospital after leaving Bobby's room, "So how do we find our homicidal sandman?"

"That's another problem." Angel scoffed, "Our real life Freddy Kruegar could be anyone. I think a good place to start would be anyone who knew the doctor and had access to his dreamwalking tea."

Sam pursed his lips, "Maybe one of his test subjects or something?"

"Possible. But his research was pretty sketchy." Dean shook his head, "I mean… We don't know how many subjects he had, or who all of them were." Sam scoffed earning looks from Angel and Dean, "What?"

"In any other case…" Sam sighed loudly, "We'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now."

"You know what?" Something popped into Dean's head causing him to grab both of them by the arm and look between them, "That's a good idea."

"Uh…" Sam frowned, "What?"

"Let's go talk to him."

"If you haven't noticed…" Angel frowned as well, confusion etched on her face, "Hes kinda comatose. The conversation isn't going to get far, Dean."

"It might if we're tripping on some Dream Root."

"Excuse me?" She and Sam both gaped at his suggestion, Angel letting out a scoff, "You're saying we voluntarily take this thing and start dreamwalking inside Bobby's head? Have you gone insane?"

"Why not?" He shrugged, "Maybe we could help."

Sam shook his head, "We have no idea what's crawling around in there."

"Come on, how bad could it be?" At their dual look of uncertainty he pressed, "Guys, it's Bobby."

After Angel and Sam shared a brief look of consideration the ladder nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah, you're right." He scoffed, "One problem though. We're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some…"

"Crap." Dean's face became grim with realization and irritation, "Bela."

"Bela?" Sam repeated then frowned as well in understanding, "Crap."

"Hell no." Angel scoffed, "You two seriously aren't suggesting that we ask that chick for a favor?"

"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it…" Dean grumbled, "But yeah."

When he walked away Angel shared a grim look with Sam before rolling her eyes and following Dean. Sam sighed heavily before following as well.

Back at the motel…

Sam sat alone in his motel room doing research on his laptop when a knock on the door sounded. He closed the lid on the computer, sighed and then walked over to cautiously open the door a few inches. Sighing when he saw who it was, he opened it up completely so Bela could walk in.

She grinned at him as her hands gripped the trenchcoat she was wearing, "Hey, Sam."

Sam closed the door as she stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him.

"Bela." Annoyance filled his voice as he stood across from her with his hands on his hips, "I didn't think there's a chance in hell you'd show up."

"Well, im full of surprises." Bela smiled widely, "Though, truthfully…" She took hold of the belt of her trench coat, and advanced slowly towards him, "You wanna know why I'm here?"

"Um…" Sam took a few tentative steps back as Bela came up in front of him, "Okay…?"

She opened and took off her coat, revealing the top of a tight lacy slip and black lace panties, "Because of you."

"Uh…" Sam immediately looked to the side, unsure and a bit embarrassed, as the coat fell to the floor, "What are you doing?"

He looked down at her as she put her hand on his cheek, eyes on his lips, "I can't stop thinking about you."

Confusion filled him momentarily, "Wha-"

Leaning in she kissed him and interrupted his words. Responding to her advances, Sam put his hand on her arm. They breath in with the kiss as she put her other hand on his waist.

Sam pulled back momentarily as he rested his forehead against hers, "Are you sure?"

Soon the two of them landed on top of the bed, Sam on his back with Bela on top as they continued their kiss. They rolled over as Bela moaned and Sam ended up on top of her. He trailed kisses down her body as she moaned clearly enjoying him and all of his touches.

"Mmm…" She moaned breathily, "Sam. Sam. Oh!"

"Sam!" Angel swatted her brother in the back with a fist full of papers as she walked from the coffee pot back to one of the beds, "Wake up!"

Sam, who was currently sleeping bent over at his desk with his head on his arm and a small smile on his face, jumped and sat up awake. He looked a little disoriented before realizing he was just having a dream and frowned. Drool covered his face and he grimaced as he wiped it off with his other arm.

"Dude, you were out." Dean chuckled from the chair he was sitting in and looked up at him from his research, "And making some serious happy noises." Sam looked very uncomfortable as he avoided looking at Dean and Angel alike, "Who were you dreaming about?"

"What?" He jumped from the question and tensed, "No one. Nothing."

"C'mon, you can tell me." Dean smirked, making Angel roll her eyes, "Angelina Jolie?"

"No."

This time Angel smirked as she looked up from her own research, "Brad Pitt?" Her eyes widened as her smirk grew, "You know who always does it for me? George Clooney."

"No! No." He sputtered in embarrassment as he turned around, almost looking at them, "Guys, it doesn't matter."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

Sam muttered, almost to himself, "Whatever."

"Testy, testy." Angel chuckled and shook her head, "Anyway, while you were grossing us out with your happy dreams, we called Bela."

Sam's body went still at that information as a smile quickly flashed on his face, "Bela? Yeah?" He tried to cover the awkward and embarrassed tone in his voice when answering, but failed, "She- What'd she, you know, say? Shes… gonna… help us?"

"Shockingly, no." Dean answered, "Which puts us back to square one. We've been trying to decipher the doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do." Sam still had his back to them as he looked around a little earning an eye from Dean, "You gonna come help us with this stuff?"

"Yeah, yeah." He moved around a bit uncomfortable in his seat but didn't get up, "Just give me a sec."

Angel grimaced at that as she rolled her eyes. Suddenly a knock on the door sounded and the three of them turned in its direction. Dean got up and opened the door, just a few inches. When he saw who it was, he looked annoyed and opened it up further, walking with it.

"Bela. As I live and breathe."

Sam swallowed visibly as she entered, wearing a similar trenchcoat to the one in his dream, only this one is black and the other one was tan. He reacted to her right away due to the dream, and tried to cover up his 'situation'."

"You two called me, remember?"

"Yeah." Angel got up and crossed her arms at the woman, "And I remember you turning us down."

"Well." Bela smirked at them, "I'm just full of surprises."

She turned to Sam, who was still sitting stiffly in the chair. He lifted one hand at her, waving awkwardly over his shoulder, while simultaneously staying half-turned away from her with his other hand in his lap. He actively doesn't look her in the eyes. The three of them gave him a weird look before Bela continued on and handed over a jar to Dean.

"I brought you your African Dream Root. Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by."

She put her bag on the TV and started to open her coat, with her back to Sam. He immediately sat up, alertly, breathing in anticipation.

"Alright, what's the catch?" Angel cocked her eyebrow, "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"What?" Bela shot them an insincere look as Sam tensed up in anticipation once her coat slipped off, "I can't do you three a little favor every now and again?"

"No. You can't." Angel quipped, "Not in your nature."

The coat fell away and revealed her in a regular long-sleeved blue shirt, and not as naked as Sam had been half-anticipating. He let out a breath silently, visibly relaxing a bit more.

"Come on." Dean glared as well, "We wanna know what the strings are before you attach them."

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" They both nodded, "Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you."

"Bobby? Why?"

"He saved my life once." She paused for a beat, not wanting to disclose anymore information, "In Flagstaff." Dean and Angel shared a hesitant look as they met eyes with Sam who shrugged, both looked back at Bela without responding, "I screwed up and he saved me, okay? Satisfied?"

Dean studied the contents of the jar in his hands before shrugging, "Maybe."

Angel however just cocked an eyebrow at her silently. Her unspoken statement of distrust was clearly visible.

Bela smirked from her back to the boys, "So, when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?

"Oh, you're not going anywhere." Dean dismissed as he walked over to the closet, making Sam frown in disappointment, "I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head." He threw a smirk at her over his shoulder, "No offense."

Dean turned on the closet lights and opened up the safe, where the Colt was, before putting the jar of Dream Root beside it.

Bela watched him with a smirk of her own, "None taken." Dean closed and locked the safe before walking back into the room, where Bela was looking a bit annoyed, "It's 2 am. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Not our problem, sweetheart." Angel smirked as she sat on the edge of the desk, "Get a room."

"Ah, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view." Dean winked at her deepening glare, "You'll love it."

With an angry scoff she grabbed her bag and jacket in a huff and stormed out the door.

"Nice to see-" Sam jumped out of his chair as he called after her, "Seeing you-" She slammed the door behind her, ignoring him, "...Bela."

Angel frowned at her youngest brother as Dean, who was smiling after Bela, also took in his words and turned to Sam, a bit confused.

Later on…

Angel walked over to the beds with two glass cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. She handed them over to Dean and Sam who were sitting on the beds waiting. Turning she retrieved her own cup before taking a seat next to Dean.

"Uh…" Dean looked from the cup to each of his siblings as he smirked, "Should we dim the lights and sync up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?"

Angel chuckled with him at that as Sam looked over to them with a smile, "Why?"

Disappointment etched both of the elder Winchesters faces. Angel shook her head at him before rolling her eyes.

"Dude." Dean scoffed, "What did you do during college?"

Sam looked between them with his usual 'huh' reaction to such questions.

"So…" Angel lifted her cup in a toast, "Bottoms up?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Sam stopped the two of them from drinking the liquid before pulling out a little yellow envelope from his shirt pocket, "Whew. Can't forget this." He pulled something out of the envelope and placed it in each of their palms, "Here."

Dean grimaced, "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." Sam nodded with a grimace of his own, "You gotta… drink some of their uh… some of their body."

"Guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Each of them put the hair in their cups and got ready to drink the very disgusting concoction, raising their cups a bit, "Cheers."

They all clinked their cups together in a toast and then drank the contents all up. Each of them grunted, trying to swallow it down and keep the bile from lurching out of their throats, before smacking their mouth in disgust due to the awful taste.

"Gross." Angel shuddered in disgust before looking at herself and then both of her brothers, "You guys feel anything? 'Cause I don't."

"No." Sam shook his head and looked over to Dean, "You feel anything?"

"No." He held up his cup to look at it closely, "Maybe we got some bad shwag."

Thunder rumbled loudly from outside as rain started pattering on the window.

"Boys…" Angel walked over to it in confusion, "When did it start raining?" She drew open the curtain liners and her brows furrowed when she saw the rain wasn't coming from the sky, but from the ground, "Actually… When did it start raining upside down?"

When she turned back around to her brothers her eyes widened in shock at the realization that they weren't inside the motel room anymore. Instead the three of them found themselves standing in the middle of a strangely familiar living room. Her eyes traveled over the large double windowed doors and she turned to notice the window she had been staring out of was now a fireplace.

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder." Dean gaped, just as freaked out, "The fact that we're in Bobby's head… or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens."

"Wait. Wait a second." Sam earned their attention as he looked around the room a bit more, "Imagine the place, uh, without the paint job." He gestured around to everything he was referring too, "More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place."

"Shit." Angel's eyes widened as the three of them moved around the living room, "This is Bobby's house."

"Yeah."

Dean called for him loudly, "Bobby?!"

As Sam walked to the opening of the living room, by the stairs, he felt someone watching him. He turned around, but there was nothing there as he studied the outside from the windows. Sam finally turned again and walked slowly to the stairs.

Sam dropped his voice to a whisper, "Bobby?" He looked towards the door while Angel and Dean slowly made their way around the house, "Guys?" They each turned to him, "I'm gonna go look outside."

"What? No, no, no." Angel immediately tensed, "That's a terrible idea. We should stay together, stay close."

"I'll be fine." Sam dismissed, "Just, you two look around in here. We gotta find him."

Dean gave him a warning look, "Don't do anything stupid."

Sam nodded and walked out of the door as the two of them watched him worriedly. Angel sighed as she and Dean shared a wary look before moving down the hall. They slowly and carefully opened the doors to the kitchen. Dean led as they moved cautiously through the kitchen towards the hallway on the other side.

"Bobby?" Angel called softly as they walked out into the hallway, where there's two doors; one across from the kitchen and one on the left, "Bobby!"

Dean swiftly turned around as if he heard something and looked down the hallway in the other direction. Angel, alerted by his behavior, tensed and looked around as well.

Bobby's scared voice pulled both of their attention back to the closed door on their left, "Who's out there?"

The two of them look at each other for a split second before walking over to the door. It had long stretch marks over it as if someone or something was trying to get inside. Angel ran a hand over them and frowned as Dean reached for the doorknob.

"Bobby?" Dean whispered, "You in there?"

"Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me. Ang is here too. Open up." Bobby opened the door but his eyes flashed nervously to look behind the two Winchesters, "Hey."

Bobby moved into the kitchen, looking scared as he looked around to make sure the screaming woman wasn't there. Bloodied scratches lined his cheek and nose. He turned around to Dean and Angel as they walked up next to him.

"How in the hell did you two find me?"

"The three of us took some of that African Dream Root." Angel answered looking him over worriedly, "Sams around here too."

"Dream Root?" He frowned, "What?"

"Dr. Gregg?" Dean pressed, "The experiments?"

Bobby, who was still looking around in terror, threw a glance at them, "What the hell are you talking about?" He tensed as the lamps around them began to flicker, "Hurry."

He tried to make a break for the closet again but Angel and Dean grabbed him, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down."

"Bobby." Angel kept her voice calm, trying not to spook him further, "What's going on?"

"She's coming."

"Okay…" Dean shared a frown with his sister, "You know this is a dream, don't you?"

Bobby turned his terrified eyes to meet Dean's worried ones, "W-what are you, crazy?"

"Bobby, he's telling the truth." Angel pressed hurriedly, "This is a dream. None of this is real."

Suddenly the woman from Bobby's dreams opened the door on the other side of the hallway, behind the three of them.

Bobby pointed at her in terror, "Does that look made-up?!"

They turned around to see the woman coming out into the hallway. She was wearing a white dress with blood smeared all over it, coming from wounds on her neck and chest. Aside from her wounds, the blood she looked normal. Her hair was even styled in a regular fashion. She didn't look one bit happy though.

Suddenly the closet door slammed shut and Bobby turned back around to rattle the doorknob in an attempt to make it open.

Dean looked from Bobby back to the woman, "Bobby, who is that?"

"She's…" Tears filled Bobby's eyes, but not from terror, "She's my wife."

The woman's expression softened as she studied the three of them. The Winchesters each shared shocked looks with each other before looking back at Bobby.