"The Demon in Her Dreams"

Chapter 1

The wakening

It's 12:15 am and Charlie's phone rings. She reaches over to answer it, knocking over one of the three bottles of coke on the nightstand while she fumbles to find the phone.

"Hello" Charlie says with the intent of trying not to sound like she was jilted from a dead sleep.

The voice on the other end is familiar but sounds almost incoherent.

"Char Charlie…Please ...I need your help".

Charlie sits up in bed, still half asleep and is trying to place the voice. Giving up on using her brain at this time of morning, she finally looks at the caller ID and see's that it is Clarice, an old friend of hers.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asks, and gets no response."

"Clarice...are you there?" Charlie says with concern.

."Yes, I am waking up from a bad dream, I really don't want to be alone right now, I am so scared, do you think you can come over?" Clarice says as she gets out of bed making her way carefully through the house checking the doors and windows.

"You know I am always here for you; it will take me about 15 minutes to get there, sit tight, I am on my way." Charlie reassures her.

Charlie grabs the clothes she had on earlier that day, a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt topped with a red and black flannel button down. She throws on her combat boots and dashes out of the door. On the way to Clarice's she begins to reminisce about their friendship and how close they have stayed through the years even though they hadn't seen each other in a long time. She wonders what Clarice would think if she found out she had become a hunter…she thinks to herself,

'Yep better keep that one to myself, we are close, but some things are just not meant to be shared.'

The time flew on the way to Clarice's, and so did she, she looked up at the speedometer and she was going 70 Mph in a 50Mph zone. She took her chances and kept up her speed until she reached Clarice's house. Charlie knocked on the door, Clarice opened the door slowly hanging on to it because she was still feeling weak from the dream.

"Dam Clarice you look like hell runned over" Charlie mutters as she enters the house taking off her combat boots at the door.

"Nice to see you to ole friend, you look as feminine as ever, must be the skinny jeans." Clarice manages to get out a chuckle.

"Sit down and tell me about your dream, you will feel better once you talk about it." Charlie insists.

Clarice grabs two beers from the fridge and takes a seat with Charlie on the sofa and begins to try to explain the horrific dreams she has been having.

"I am not sure where to begin, the dreams have been getting worse lately and so have I. Each time I have one, it seems I become weaker, and they seem so real. This demon grabs hold of me, clawing and scratching me, sometimes biting me. His teeth are razor sharp. I can actually feel the pain. I fight him off the best I can, but then he gets so close to my face, I can feel his breath and he looks into my eyes…that is when I freeze and cant move at all. The only way I can wake is by trying to scream. I can usually wake myself that way although it is getting harder, and even when the dream is over it seems like the demon is still here, or really close. I am so weak when I wake up, I can barely stand. It's hard to explain, but that is the just of it. It is terrifying."

Clarice had Charlie's attention when she said, 'demon' and already began to think that this may be more than just a dream. Giving the looks of Clarice, pale as baby powder and shaken to the bone, she decides there probably isn't much time to spare before the demon completely takes over Clarice's body and soul. Charlie thinks quickly of a way she can sneak away to call Sam and Dean. She jumps up from the sofa and says

"I will get us another round, maybe it will help relax you so you can try to get back to sleep." Charlie jets for the kitchen to get the beers and calls Sam and Dean to get their take on the situation. Sam answered the phone and Charlie briefly tells Sam,

"SO, my friend is having Demon dreams, but I don't think they are just dreams, which I am not about to tell her, and we have to help her, I just don't know where to begin, but I can't tell her about who I am now ..or who you.. or Dean are, or, damn Sam….you know what I mean...I am not about to tell her that either… Just get over here! I will try to figure something out."

Sam listened, and then hung up the phone staring at Dean.

"Like what is your issue dude, why are you looking like you have something to say but …duh is the only thing you can think of?"

"That was Charlie" Sam replied. " She needs us to go to her friends house, and well…there is a 'dream demon' involved and we can't let the friend know we are there are who we are, but basically Charlie needs us to out help with the demon".

"Well that doesn't sound difficult on any level…sounds perfect…lets roll" Dean said with a hint of sarcasm mixed with excitement.

Sam wasn't sure what they would be up against, so he started to grab some extra gear, while Dean had already jumped into the Impala, had the music blasting, and ready for the road trip.