AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I just can't seem to win with my parents. At all...*headtodesk* Ugh. Why must they be so difficult...why? WHY?! *dies* If money weren't such an issue I would be outie 5000. *In a Batman voice* One day. One day. Alright enough of that nonsense. *clears throat and drinks some water because the Batman voice wrecks havoc on my throat* Anyways. I know y'all don't want to hear me rant and rave about that, so let's get a move on! Had this dream last night, and not only was it spooky it also intrigued and I need an opinion if y'all can spare one. In the dream I was in a video game setting instead of it being realistic like my dreams normally are (E.g. Uncharted 4). Anyways. I was wandering down a deserted road searching for my lost twin sisters Madison and Alison. I came across a mass grave that was still fresh. There were four headstones. The two in the front had my sisters names. The third headstone behind/in the middle of first two said "Here Lies Jason Barrows Head". The fourth and final headstone had my name on it. Something appeared out of the corner of my eye and I saw Madison looking at me frantically. I got up to run but a shadow figure appeared and brought down his weapon, and that's when I woke up. What spooked me in the dream was that the shadow figure was Jason Barrow, and he had his head *shudders* So, here's my question that I would like your take on. What should I do with this intriguing dream? Should I make it my first horror title, or try pitching the idea to a gaming company? What do y'all think? Anyways, let's get going! When we left off, Sammy no!

brihun2388-Got it! Thanks for lending an ear :) Mason's gonna fell the wrath of Momma Dean!

spnfanforlife-Do it! Hit him again! You know you wanna ;) Lol! And I didn't mean too! It's all the plot bunnies fault. They made me write it...*wolf grumbles about stupid bunnies* Onwards and forwards my darling!

Ruby-He'll be okay! Momma Dean to the rescue!

Aziza Maye-What is taking him so long...geez Dean get the lead out! XD

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Momma Dean Isn't Having Your Shit

Dean watched as Mason took his brother down and passed out. Sam began to trash around as if having a nightmare, but it was the start of another seizure. Dean, then watched in horror as Sam seized on the table once more. Dean counted the minutes in his head and when he five minutes he was more than worried he was pissed! He screamed through the tape and struggled. He needed to get to Sam. He watched then as Sam went still. Deadly still. Mason lent down and placed his head on Sam's chest, then felt for a pulse, and started to do CPR. Dean's heart sunk. Sam stopped breathing again, and judging by Mason's face, Sam's heart had stopped beating. Mason then scrambled out of the room, and returned with an AED machine. He cut open Sam's shirt and placed the pads where they needed to be on Sam's chest. Dean watched as Mason had to shock Sam back to him.

Mason removed the pads and such as Sam was back with them. He kept over Sam and when he woke up asking what happened, he explained it to him. Sam looked horrified at first, but then resigned. Mason wondered what Sam had dreamt about that gave him that look. He didn't press the issue and then looked back the bound gang behind him and winked at them as Sam examined them and broke his gaze with them. Mason turned back to Sam and once poured nonsense into Sam's head.

Dean had had enough of Mason and his lying! He struggled more and found weak point in the ropes. He felt along the aging chair and found an edge that was jagged and loose. Remembering where the weak point is on the ropes, he used the jagged end to cut himself free. When his wrists were free, he got the knife out of his boot and cut his ankles free. He took the tape off his mouth and put his knife in Cas' hand. The angel could cut himself free and release himself the wards that held him captive, then free Bobby. Dean flinched at the when the curse was reactivated but nothing came out of Sam's mouth. He looked at his brother's face and once more his heart sunk. Sam had that resigned look again. Sam was giving up. Dean tackled Mason and wrestled him to floor, deactivating the curse in the process.

"Sam! You hang on!" Dean shouted, he saw Sam's eyes close and as he slipped away from him. "Sam! SAMMY!"

"Get off me!" Mason yelled managing to push Dean of off him.

Dean got right back on him and just started to wail on him. Dean was suddenly pulled off when Mason had lost consciousness. Castiel had pulled him off, while Bobby unstrapped Sam and tried to rouse him. But was having no luck. Dean rushed to his brothers side and begged Sam to wake up. But the stubborn bastard wouldn't so much as twitch.

"Cas, can you carry Sam? We need to get out of here." Dean asked.

Castiel nodded and gently scooped Sam up. Dean was about to lead them out when he suddenly remembered that he had no clue where they were. Castiel said he would take Sam and Bobby back to Sioux Falls, and then return to help Dean with Mason. Dean agreed, and carded a hand through Sam's long locks and promised he would be home soon, then begged Sam once more to hold on. Castiel took hold of Bobby's wheelchair and took flight. Once he made sure Sam and Bobby were settled and alright for the moment, he went back to Dean.

Dean had Mason strapped to the table Sam was on, by the time Castiel returned. The angel looked at the unconscious warlock and felt anger towards him. Yes, in the beginning he was anything but nice to Sam. But once he got know him and saw the love Sam had for his family, Castiel came to value the young man as a friend and Sam had begun to warm up to the angel.

"We need to get those black things out of Sammy's neck. Any ideas?" Dean asked.

"No. I have never seen a curse like this before. But I can awaken Mason and we question him." Cas said.

Dean nodded and moved so Cas could wake their prisoner up. Cas placed two fingers on Masons head and the man came awake sputtering.

"Wh-what's happened? Where's my Sam?" Mason asked.

"Your Sam? He's my Sam!" Dean snarled.

"Right. You left him. Threw him away like yesterday's garbage." Mason threw back.

"I was wrong. We both made mistakes and he's paid for it. Tell me how to remove the curse." Dean growled.

"No. I want my sweet prince." Mason demanded.

Dean got angry and started to beat on Mason again. Dean decided if he wanted answers, he was going to have to use force. Dean took back the knife he handed to Castiel earlier and began to torture Mason. Screams and begging filled the room and no hunter nor angel particularly cared at the moment.

Meanwhile with Sam and Bobby

Sam developed a high fever from the stress and strain of all that has been going on. His breathing had worsened to the point that Bobby brought an old oxygen tank he kept just in case, and fixed the face mask over Sam's and turned it on. It helped but not by much, Sam breathing was still weak and shallow. But he couldn't take the boy to the hospital. There would be no way to explain the crystal shards in his neck.

Bobby replaced the warm cloth on Sams forehead and hoped his fever would break soon. Sam was too weak for this. He took Sams limp hand in his didn't like how cold it felt, nor did Bobby like how ashen Sams skin was.

"You hold on boy. You hear me? You hold on, and you keep fighting because dammit boy, I can't lose ya. Don't you go breaking my heart now." Bobby said softly, trying hard to hold back his tears.

Bobby felt a weak squeeze on his hand.

*discreetly wipes tears away* Stupid allergies.

Until Next Time! *still trying to decide on whether to make my spooky dream a book or try for a game* Hmmmm...