"DEAN!", Sam bellowed as he stalked toward his brother's room. He stopped in front of the bedroom door and ran his fingers over the blade stuck down the back of his pants. Sam took a ragged breath and turned the knob. When it wouldn't open, he stepped back and kicked in the door with the flat of his boot. Dean was laying out in his bed with his back against the headboard and his ankles crossed. He was holding up a porno looking at the centerfold and smirking.
"Well, hey there, little brother!", Dean crowed, not even bothering to look up. "How's it hangin'?" Sam walked to the end of the bed and just stood there glaring at the thing pretending to be his brother.
"You're NOT my brother!", Sam whispered angrily. He had to keep repeating it over and over in his head, like a montra, or he'd never be able to do what he needed to do to wake up from this horrible nightmare. "It's not bad enough that my brother is dead, but you stick me in this fake world where I think I'm losing my mind? Why didn't you just feed on me and end it?"
"Oh, Sammy", Dean purred. "Because you've been so much fun to play with! And you taste so good pumped full of Adrenaline." Dean pulled his feet up and sat Indian-style on the bed, flinging the skin magazine onto the floor. "Ya know, I wondered just how long it would take you to figure it out, but I never thought it would take you this long! I guess I gave you too much credit." He sighed and threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. "I don't usually access my victims nightmares, but there's just something about you, Sam, that got my attention." Dean smirked at Sam, as he walked slowly toward him. Sam's fingers twitched, aching to reach for the knife, but he had to wait. He couldn't jump the gun and ruin the plan. Dean suddenly stopped, narrowing his eyes at Sam. "Go ahead, Sammy. Reach for it." For a split second Sam's eyes went wide with shock before his face morphed into a look of confusion.
"I... I don't know what your talking about", Sam panted. Dean shot him a look that said that he didn't believe Sam.
"You're a really bad liar, Sammy", Dean growled taking a step closer. "You know damn well what I'm talking about." Dean took another step. "I'm talking about the hunting knife tucked into the back of you're pants." Dean grinned wide as Sam swallowed hard. "You forget... I'm inside your melon, Sammy", Dean chuckled, tapping his temple with his finger. He took another step and was standing in Sam's personal space. Sam took several tentative steps backward, to put some distance between them, and jumped when he backed into the wall. "Now, you can be a good little boy and just accept that you belong to me, for however long you live, or I can beat the shit out of you again." Dean shrugged, pursing his lips in disdain. "The choice is yours."
"You can't have me, you fucking monster!", Sam spat. "Not anymore!" Sam yanked the blade out of it's sheath and held it in front of him. The blade shuttered as Sam's hand shook uncontrollably. Dean snickered at the terror in Sam's eyes and stepped up, just outside of Sam's reach.
"That's it, Sammy", Dean whispered seductively. "Let the fear flow out of you. I gotta tell ya, it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted! It took everything I had to keep from draining you dry in the first ten minutes that I had you!" Dean moaned perversely and tilted his head at Sam before closing his eyes. "Can't you feel it? The fear being sucked out of you? Out of you and into me?" Sam couldn't wait any longer. He had to strike while this thing had it's eyes closed. While it was vulnerable. Sam swung the blade in a wide arc at Dean's throat. But the creature was one step ahead of him. It bent backwards, with it's eyes still closed, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade. The monster wearing Dean's face grabbed Sam's wrists and slammed the one holding the blade against the wall behind him several times before Sam finally opened his hand, sending the blade clattering to the floor. When the thing opened it's eyes again, they glowed with a bright blue light and it stared at Sam like a predator would it's prey. It grabbed Sam by the throat and squeezed, snarling in his face. "Submit, Sammy! Make it easy on yourself!"
"Fu... fuck you!", Sam croaked, his face turning purple. He had finally had enough. If this thing wanted to kill him, than so be it. He was done being afraid. The creature pouted and sighed in frustration.
"Pity. I had so wanted to draw this out more. To see just how far we could take this game", the Dean monster breathed into the side of Sam's face. "But you're just not playing along, Sam!" The monster squeezed tighter and sneered at Sam. "But, it's not a total loss. I have another meal waiting in the wings." Sam's eyes went wide and he struggled to get free, but this thing was so strong.
"Who?", Sam wheezed breathlessly. Dean grinned and his eyes bored deep into Sammy's. The creature loosened his grip on Sam's throat and he gasped and coughed, trying to catch his breath.
"Someone whose been looking for you for quite some time. Someone you care about." Fear weld up in Sam again and the creature smiled. "There it is! That sweet, sweet scent of terror!" Dean took a deep breath in through his nose and shuttered with delight. "You still have something left for me after all, eh, Sammy-boy?"
"You're toying with me, aren't you", Sam panted. "You said that just to get more fear out of me!" Sam was seething with anger now instead of cowering in fear.
"Maybe", Dean shrugged. "Maybe not. But you'll never know because you're never gonna wake up, Sammy. This is the end of the road." The creature ran his thumb up and down the side of Sam's neck and chuckled. "I'll be out in the real world slitting your fuckin' throat." Suddenly there was a low growling noise coming from the doorway and Sam and the creature both turned their heads and saw Miracle standing there snarling, the fur on her back bristled. But she wasn't looking at Sam. She was staring the Dean monster dead in the eye. It was the first time she had ever reacted to his presence. Sam slowly turned his head and looked at the creature. It wore an expression of utter disbelief that this dog was even able to see him. It never had before.
"Miracle?", Sam whispered. The snarling dog leaped at the monster, knocking him backwards and away from Sam. Miracle had the creature's forearm in her mouth, violently shaking him while she continued to snarl. Sam knelt down, grabbed the knife, and hurriedly crawled toward the thing screaming in pain. Sam drove the blade deep into the fake Dean's chest. It gasped and blood spurted from it's mouth as it grabbed Sam's hands holding the blade. It's eyes glowed blue and then flickered several times before going out completely. The creature slumped back and was still.
Sam was wrenched out of the nightmare with a gasp. He found himself sitting in a chair in a dark, dingy building, like a warehouse or factory of some kind. It was too dark to tell. But what got his attention was the figure sitting tied to the chair about ten feet in front of him. It was too dark to make out any features but the silhouette was unmistakable. Sam started to pant as he stared at the shadowy figure across from him. Then a familiar voice whispered at him, making him jump.
"S-Sam?"