Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 6-
Both these things happen at once, so you can read them in any order you like (though, I recommend the way I put them, as it sounds a bit better).
Sam woke up.
It was morning. Nothing had happened. He looked over.
"No Dean. Typical," Sam thought.
He knew, from the moment Dean hugged Julie, that this wasn't any ordinary ghostly deal. It was a personal thing too.
A sudden rush of cold came over him. He shuddered.
"Fuck. It doesn't want to hurt Julie. It wants…"
His mind stopped thinking.
"Don't think that. It isn't possible. This thing couldn't be."
He heard a scream.
"It is"-
Dean was awake; he just didn't want to open his eyes. He never felt so much love for one person.
He hoped that they could stay, but Sam would push him to leave.
"Got to keep going," he heard Sam say in his head.
He turned over, his hands trying to find Julie, while still keeping his eyes closed.
He didn't want to face reality.
He'd have to open them and see real life sooner or later.
He felt a drip on his shoulder. Another drip.
"It's just a leak. I'm over reacting. It's not what I think it is."
He opened his eyes.
Sheer terror came over him. He closed his eyes and screamed as loud as he could.