Chapter Three - Sam.
I was woken from my sleep that night by the sound of my brother's voice. At first, I thought he was talking to me, then I thought he might be talking to our father, who turned up every now and then. I listened for his voice, maybe telling Dean to keep his car clean once again, but I didn't. I only heard my elder brother talking.
"Dean?" I asked, half sitting up in bed to stare tiredly over at him. "What are you saying, Dean? I can't hear you!"
Dean turned over in bed so that he was now facing me, but I still couldn't hear what he said, even though he continued to talk.
I groaned softly to myself as I swung my legs out of bed. I groaned again, before I stood up to stand over Dean to ask him once again - "Say that again, Dean?"
This time I heard what my brother said and what I heard scared me more than I'd like to admit. After all, I'm supposed to be the scary one in the family, with my prophetic dreams, not Dean.
Dean was saying - "You belong to us. All that you hold dear means nothing to us. All that you were, all that you are and all that you will be will be signed over to us. Our day is nearly upon you. Your day is nearly up. The entire race of mankind will be under our rule! Beware the Oncoming Storm!"
"Dean! Stop it!" I said, sharply, reaching out to shake my brother's naked shoulder urgently. "Wake up, Dean!"
I shook him again and repeated what I'd said, until Dean groaned himself back from sleep. He looked up at me, all bleary - eyed, before he yawned hugely, rubbing his eyes to clear the sleep from them.
"What are you doing, Sammy? You trying to scare me or what, standing over me in the middle of the night?" he asked, through another yawn.
"Or what, I think," I said, drily, with a small smile. "Were you dreaming, or what? You were talking in your sleep - some guff about taking over the world!"
Dean looked at me blankly as though he didn't have the faintest idea of what I was talking about.
"I haven't got the faintest idea of what you're talking about, Sammy," Dean said, confirming my suspicions.
"You don't," I said, making it more of a statement than a question. "Well, try and keep your plans for world domination dopwn to a dull roar next time. You woke me up!"
"Oh, honestly. Go back to sleep, Sammy!" Dean groused, before turning over in bed so that he faced away from me again.
"G'night, Dean," I said, with a shake of my head and a small smile to myself over my irrepressible older brother.
"G'night, Sammy," Dean murmured, as I padded back to bed.