Voices in My Head

Chapter 5: Dean's Dream

This one's a shorty. Sorry!

Thanks, as always, to my beautiful reviewers! This is always for you!

And, I said I was gonna try to get it up before today, but obviously I didn't. So, I'm getting it up today! I LOVE SNOW DAYS!!

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It's dark. Why does it always have to be dark? He can't move. He can't breathe. He can feel the panic rising in him.

"Scared, Dean?" came a voice from nowhere.

He jumped, moving for the first time. "Where are you?" he barked into the darkness.

"Everywhere." The voice was in his ear; he could feel the breath on his neck, like last time. He spun around expecting to see a face of someone, anyone, but nothing. There was a menacing chuckle "I have no human form unless there is someone to possess, Dean." He said, as if speaking to a child "You can't see me."

"Really? I didn't notice!" he spat into the air. "How can you speak if you have no human form, don't you need a voice?" He called out

"Well, don't you recognize this voice, Dean?" Dean froze, only now recognizing it "You don't even recognize your own father's voice? I'm shocked!"

"That wasn't the voice you were using, I would have noticed!"

"Oh, Dean." Came his father's voice, "This is a dream, I can bend anything."

"Why start bothering me now? Why not bother me at Sammy's age? Hell, what did you do to me that let me hear these goddamn voices in the first place??" He asked, ignoring the demon's comment.

"Dean, Dean, Dean…" there was a sigh, it sounded just like John did when he was disappointed in him, he shivered at the thought. "You always had the ability to do this. You know you did."

"No I didn't!" he cried, slightly surprised by the accusation

"Yes, you did. You may not have coconsciously accepted it, but you always could. Don't you remember those games you used to play with little Sammy? The 'guess-what-I'm-thinking-now' game?"

"How did you-"

"You always won, and little Sammy was always so wondrous of how you did it, and you'd always say 'It's magic, Sammy.' You didn't really know yourself at the time. You just liked that you were right."

"Have you been watching us-"

"Or do you remember when you were a kid, and you'd have a weird dream, and the next morning Sammy would tell you about his dream, and it'd be the same, down to the very-"

"That's enough!"

"-last-"

"Shut up!"

"-detail."

"How long have you been fucking watching us??!"

"Well, there's the stupid question of eternity." He could feel the demon's breath on his neck again "All your life." He said slowly

He spun around and backed away "Just leave us alone!" he cried, knowing how stupid that sounded to the demon.

"No can do." He said slowly again "You see, you're family wants to destroy me, I want to destroy your family-"

"You want to start a war!"

"Well, that's number 2 on my to-do list." The demon let out a laugh, and he let out a growl of disgust "But don't worry, Dean. It will all be over soon. Like I said, I'm going to kill your parents, and make you watch."

"Because they'll be so cooperative with that." he spat sarcastically

"Well, then, Deanie," he could hear the demon's nonexistent grin "I'll have you do the honors then."

He froze "What?"

"You heard me…you, and little Sammy-"

"Stop calling him that! It's SAM!" he barked

"-will slit your parents throats…and you can watch as they slowly choke on their own blood…and then, oh yes, I'll have you kill Sammy the same way, but don't worry, I'll have the demon leave him first."

"You shut the fuck up right now!" he could feel himself start to hyperventilate "And then, you'll slit your own throat, and I'll leave your body…" the whisper was in his head "and bye-bye Winchesters."

Dean shot up screaming.

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-claire

Preview for next chapter:

"I dunno, Dean. This is starting to get out of hand."

"I know that, Sammy. It's just…I don't…"

"We need to call Missouri."

Dean's head shot up.