-*its all ways the same dream: sam was running away from something...something that looked suspiciously like dean but wasn't.
he didn't know how he knew but he did this not dean would always chase him and everytime sam would run..he would run as fast as he could..then he would run faster. but he never got any where but this time it was different
..this time he didn't wake up before it caught him.. this time it caught him and then... blackness... when sam woke up(?)*can you do that in a dream?* he was tied up to some sick alter-thingy
not dean walked up to him "how you like it sammy?i made it special just for you"
out of the corner of his eye sam saw something move *dean?* but no dice..just then out of the shadows walked a normal enough looking woman
but instinct told him she was a witch *great-_-*
"now jimmy,"the woman scolded"is that anyway to treat our guest of honor? no? i didn't think so"
*guest of honor?*
"go get the irons"
"yes ma'am" the not dean scrambled out of the room'
"well well well sam just you and me ,huh?" the witch walked out of view
she grabbed a brass bowl off of her alter "sorry sam ,but right now there's only room for one right now" she hit him with the bowl...
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